I don't remember much of my life. Over half of it was spent frozen in a tube, most of what's left I was being controlled by terrorists and mindlessly killing people. What I do remember is just plain crazy. At least, that's what I think. But I guess you can judge for yourself.

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It all started when everyone I knew died.

It's still pretty fuzzy for me. I remember a war and a large woman made of earth.

I also remember death.

Everyone I care about dying before my eyes. I think I remember better now.

It had been a normal summer. Well, as normal as summer got for me. At least, I think so. I still have trouble remembering some things. Then, I got brainwashed by a goddess and forgot everything. All except for a name; Annabeth. I still remember the name, just not the face.

I also think I remember her hair and eyes. Honey gold princess curls, pulled back into a ponytail. Eyes that seemed to peer into your very soul and work out all your ulterior motives. But I had none. I always loved her. My Wise Girl.

I also remember falling. Once with the girl. Once without. One much more painful than the other.

I remember meeting other kids. Like me, but different somehow.

I also remember hell. That one was less painful.

I remember the woman. She appeared in the ground and in my dreams. She sowed the seeds of fear in my heart.

I remember the water as well. I was connected to it through my father. It helped me heal faster and become stronger, but the woman in the earth made me fear it. She made it fill my lungs and suffocate me. No. It wasn't water. It was earth. She made me fear the ocean, by first making me afraid of land.

Before she took everything else, the woman had taken my home.

I seemed to remember a lot of that; loss. I lost everything.

I saw them all die in front of me.

I remember a Latino boy impaled by an enemy blade, a beautiful Native American girl crushed beneath a pile of stones, a blonde boy with striking blue eyes shot down from the sky, a dark-skinned girl suffocated by the quicksand she sank into, and a Chinese boy bleeding out from his slashed neck. None of them had names, just dead eyes. Finally, I remembered Annabeth as she jumped in front of me. Her golden hair had fluttered across my face. It had felt like feathers. It was quite the contrast to what was next.

The blood spatter. The cold in her eyes. The color leaving her skin.

The rest of that day had gone by so fast.

The gods asked if I would like to be sent away. I didn't argue. I couldn't even talk. There was still blood on my face.

They must have taken pity on me because they sent me to a new time. A time before the wars of their world, but it all went wrong. There was war everywhere. Humans seemed like they just couldn't stop fighting. I keep having to remind myself, the gods are no different. They argue just as much as we do.

When I came out the other end, I was only four. Such a small body to contain such sorrow.

I think I found some comfort in knowing my friends - could I call them that - were not dead yet, but it also broke my heart to remember they were not even born.

That was a good word to describe me; broken.