( ZOYA CARDAN )

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄" jason spoke up as he walked besides zoya, the girl was slightly shaking due to the winds around them considering she was still soaking from the lake. she turnt to look at the blonde upon hearing his words. "to everyone at camp" he clarified.

the girl smiled widely as she thought over his words "yeah," she nodded "i've been at this camp since i was like a day old, i know every demi-god who's shown up here" she was telling the honest truth, zoya made sure she remembered every demi-god who'd stepped foot into camp half-blood.

"that must be a lot of people to remember. how do you do it?" he asked turning to face her now, she was carefully stepping over rocks on the ground, her wet hair stuck to her neck and a bright blue towel wrapped around her shoulders with golden initials sewed onto the bottom. P.J.

"well i just think i'd like to be remembered, so i should do the same for everyone else. you know?"

jason smiled to himself, she was a good person he noted. didn't seem anything like her mother did from what he could remember of the woman. zoya had a good heart. the boy noticed how she was shaking before sticking his windbreaker out to her "here"

she took it with a smile before wrapping it around her shoulders and then putting the towel around her neck, the smell of salt water filled her senses immediately making her grin to herself, she probably looked like a weirdo but she didn't care. it reminded her of percy, it was his towel which she'd stolen from his cabin last summer so she wasn't surprised.

"so your mom's hera?" jason asked trying to make conversation with the pretty girl, he knew he didn't have to but he had risked his life back at the canyon for her and thought it'd be a good idea to at least befriend her.

zoya's grin dampened slightly as she turnt to look at him , the corners of her lips dropping. hera was one of the toughest subjects for zoya to speak about, how the woman was expected to be considered another was beyond her. she treated zoya more like a mistake and a weapon than a daughter.

"my mother," the word tasted bitter on her tongue "isn't the nicest out there, she's constantly tried to ruin my life since the day i turnt ten. but i'll let you in on a little secret, just between us i do think she can change, everyone can change. i do have some hope" hope had always been a bitch towards zoya though, it would always seem to string her along and then trip her up.

no matter how old the girl grew though she'd never give it up. after all the people she'd lost and all the battle's she'd thought the idea of giving it was just stupid at this point. it was her fatal flaw anyway she always held onto that small hope inside of her.

jason only stared at her, the girl seemed deep in thought. he pondered over her words, was change really in everyone? could people really change? and why did she believe that? the way annabeth had spoken about the woman earlier showed the blonde was against the goddess.

her voice however cut him from his thoughts "we're here! the big house, camp headquarters." she said as she pointed at a four-story manor painted baby blue with white trim. the wraparound porch had lounge chairs, a card table, and an empty wheelchair. wind chimes shaped like nymphs turned into trees as they spun.

jason could imagine old people coming here for summer vacation, sitting on the porch and sipping prune juice while they watched the sunset. still, the windows seemed to glare down at him like angry eyes. the wide-open doorway looked ready to swallow him. on the highest gable, a bronze eagle weathervane spun in the wind and pointed straight in his direction, as if telling him to turn around.

every molecule in jason's body told him he was on enemy ground "i am not supposed to be here," he said.

she turnt to him with confused eyes, he was a demi-god was he not? that meant he belonged there, with them, with her. jason was in the right place she told herself. she could feel it.

"that's what bugaboo thought when she came here" zoya spoke up trying to reassure the boy that all was fine, although the look in his eyes showed nothing would change his mind.

her words making him do a double take on the girl "bug-a-what?"

she smiled widely showing off her bright teeth, they were really straight jason thought "rachel, she's one of my bestfriends" zoya adored rachel elizabeth dare. the redheaded girl was one of zoya's favourite people on earth. they'd met back when percy had tried to kill her, if it wasn't for zoya she'd have been split down the middle.

jason just nodded not exactly knowing what to say to the girls nickname for her friend. the boy considered turning around and just walking out of the camp and never returning but zoya's voice broke his contemplating as she took off in a small sprint forward.

"chiron!" she called, the sight before jason made him nearly trip over his own feet as he backed up.

rounding the corner of the porch was a man on horseback. except he wasn't on horseback-he was part of the horse. from the waist up he was human, with curly brown hair and a well-trimmed beard. he wore a t-shirt that said world's best centaur, and had a quiver and bow strapped to his back. his head was so high up he had to duck to avoid the porch lights, because from the waist down, he was a white stallion.

zoya hugged the man, no- centaur as if her life depended on it. "chiron" smiling like a proud dad as he wrapped his own arms around the girl, a look of relief washing over his face.

"glad to see you're safe and home, zoya" chiron had basically raised zoya, he was the father she'd never had and the centaur himself saw her as a daughter.

chiron started to smile at jason. then the color drained from his face. "you" the centaur's eyes flared like a cornered animal's. "you should be dead."

chiron ordered jason-well, invited, but it sounded like an order-to come inside the house. zoya followed along behind wanting to know what the hell was up.

the centaur trotted over to the empty wheelchair on the porch. he slipped off his quiver and bow and backed up to the chair, which opened like a magician's box. chiron gingerly stepped into it with his back legs and began scrunching himself into a space that should've been much too small. jason imagined a truck's reversing noises-beep, beep, beep-as the centaur's lower half disappeared and the chair folded up, popping out a set of fake human legs covered in a blanket, so chiron appeared to be a regular mortal guy in a wheelchair.

the living room looked like it had been swallowed by a rain forest. grapevines curved up the walls and across the ceiling, which jason found a little strange. he didn't think plants grew like that inside, especially in the winter, but these were leafy green and bursting with bunches of red grapes.

leather couches faced a stone fireplace with a crackling fire. wedged in one corner, an old-style pac-man arcade game beeped and blinked. mounted on the walls was an assortment of masks-smiley/frowny greek theatre types, feathered mardi gras masks, venetian carnevale masks with big beaklike noses, carved wooden masks from africa. grapevines grew through their mouths so they seemed to have leafy tongues. some had red grapes bulging through their eyeholes. but the weirdest thing was the stuffed leopard's head above the fireplace. it looked so real, its eyes seemed to follow jason. then it snarled, and jason nearly leaped out of his skin.

zoya giggled to herself as she lifted herself onto her tip-toes and stroked the leopard head "jason's a friend, chiron"

"that thing is alive!" jason said. chiron rummaged through the side pocket of his wheelchair and brought out a package of sausages. he threw one to the leopard, who snapped it up and licked his lips.

"you must excuse the decor," chiron said. "all this was a parting gift from our old director before he was recalled to mount olympus. he thought it would help us to remember him. mr. d has a strange sense of humour."

"mr. d," jason said. "dionysus?"

"mmm hmm." chiron poured lemonade, though his hands were trembling a little. "as for seymour, well, mr. d liberated him from a long island garage sale. the leopard is mr. d's sacred animal, you see, and mr. d was appalled that someone would stuff such a noble creature. he decided to grant it life, on the assumption that life as a mounted head was better than no life at all. i must say it's a kinder fate than seymour's previous owner got."

seymour bared his fangs and sniffed the air, as if hunting for more sausages.

"if he's only a head," jason said, "where does the food go when he eats?"

"don't question things you don't wanna know" zoya spoke up as she took a seat down on a couch across from chiron, jason sitting besides her. the girl pulled the boys windbreaker onto her body as she flopped back against the seat.

"so, jason," he said, "would you mind telling me-ah-where you're from?"

"i wish I knew." jason told him the whole story, from waking up on the bus, jumping off a cliff to crash-landing at camp half-blood. he didn't see any point in hiding the details, and chiron was a good listener. he didn't react to the story, other than to nod encouragingly for more.

when jason was done, the old man sipped his lemonade. "i see," chiron said. "and you must have questions for me."

"only one," jason admitted. "what did you mean when you said that I should be dead?"

chiron studied him with concern, as if he expected jason to burst into flames. before he spoke he turnt to zoya "my dear why don't you go and clean yourself up" he nodded out of the room and zoya got the hint.

she turnt to face jason before giving his hand a squeeze "i won't be long, and chiron's not as scary as he seems" she said turning to smile at chiron and then letting go off jason's hand and walking out. jason wondered how he already seemed to miss her touch.

"i see you and zoya have acquainted yourselves quite well" a protective tone took over the centaur as he stared the blonde down. "be careful with her. just like her mother she has strong feelings" jason only shook his head.

"we just met, i barely know her"

chiron only straightened his lips before pushing his words over his head, he knew what he saw between the two was there and he wasn't imagining it and he also knew how badly their own parents relationship had been. they had cursed blood running through their veins, they were destined to ruin each other.

𝐳𝐨𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬, so why is it that when she walked out of the bathroom she saw annabeth dragging an unconscious piper with a crying rachel rushing behind them. zoya joined piper's other side and hoisted the girl up before kicking chiron's door open.

"what happened?" jason rushed over. "what's wrong with her?" the blonde making a rush to help them put her onto the couch.

"hera's cabin," annabeth gasped, like they'd run all the way. "vision. bad." of course it was her mother. it was always her mother seeming to be ruining her life.

"i think" rachel gulped. "i think I may have killed her." and she continued to cry, zoya's arms pulling the girl into a hug as rachel cried into her shoulder.

annabeth rushed down the hall to get a med kit. piper was still breathing, but she wouldn't wake up. she seemed to be in some kind of coma. "we've got to heal her," jason insisted. "there's a way, right?"

chiron put his hand on her forehead and grimaced. "her mind is in a fragile state. rachel, what happened?"

"i wish i knew," she said. "as soon as i got to camp, i had a premonition about hera's cabin. i went inside. annabeth and piper came in while I was there. we talked, and then-i just blanked out. annabeth said I spoke in a different voice."

"another prophecy?" zoya asked, but her gut told her she already knew. it was too much of a coincidence right

"no. the spirit of delphi comes from within. i know how that feels. this was like long distance, a power trying to speak through me."

annabeth ran in with a leather pouch. she knelt next to piper. "chiron, what happened back there-I've never seen anything like it. i've heard rachel's prophecy voice. this was different. she sounded like an older woman. she grabbed piper's shoulders and told her-"

"to free her from a prison?" jason guessed.

annabeth stared at him. "how did you know that?"

chiron made a three-fingered gesture over his heart, like a ward against evil. "jason, tell them. annabeth, the medicine bag, please."

chiron trickled drops from a medicine vial into piper's mouth while jason explained what had happened when the room froze-the dark misty woman who had claimed to be jason's patron.
when he was done, no one spoke, which made him more anxious.

"so does this happen often?" he asked. "supernatural phone calls from convicts demanding you bust them out of jail?"

"your patron," annabeth said. "not your godly parent?"

"no, she said patron. she also said my dad had given her my life."

annabeth frowned. "i've never of heard anything like that before. you said the storm spirit on the skywalk-he claimed to be working for some mistress who was giving him orders, right? could it be this woman you saw, messing with your mind?"

"i don't think so," jason said. "if she were my enemy, why would she be asking for my help? she's imprisoned. she's worried about some enemy getting more powerful. something about a king rising from the earth on the solstice-"

"please don't be kronos, we can't handle another war" zoya worried as she tucked her head into rachel's shoulder.

the centaur looked miserable. he held piper's wrist, checking her pulse. at last he said, "it is not kronos. that threat is ended. but-"

"but what chiron?" zoya asked.

chiron closed the medicine bag. "piper needs rest. we should discuss this later."

"or now," jason said. "sir, mr. chiron, you told me the greatest threat was coming. the last chapter. you can't possibly mean something worse than an army of titans, right?"

"oh," rachel said in a small voice before grabbing zoya's hand "oh, dear. it was your mom. of course. her cabin, her voice. she showed herself to jason at the same moment."

just because zoya believed in hope didn't mean she doubted it sometimes. her mother just had to keep interrupting didn't she, not even a warning this time. not even a drop in. not even a fucking sign.

"hera?" annabeth's snarl was even fiercer than seymour's. "she took you over? she did this to piper?"

"i think rachel's right," jason said. "the woman did seem like a goddess. and she wore this-this goatskin cloak. that's a symbol of juno, isn't it?"

"of juno, my mother's roman aspect, when she was all warlike. the goatskin cloak is a symbol of the roman soldier." zoya said hesitantly wondering why her mother's roman form had anything to do with this.

"so hera is imprisoned?" rachel asked. "who could do that to the queen of the gods?" maybe they should let her stay imprisoned.

"if my mother's going to keep being a menace why don't we just let them keep her imprisoned?

" annabeth nodded in agreement well crossing her arms. "well, whoever they are, maybe we should thank them. If they can shut up Hera-"

"girls ," chiron warned, "she is still one of the olympians. in many ways, she is the glue that holds the gods' family together. if she truly has been imprisoned and is in danger of destruction, this could shake the foundations of the world. it could unravel the stability of olympus, which is never great even in the best of times. and if hera has asked jason for help-"

hera did like to keep the gods family together but couldn't seem to even bother trying with her family down on earth. it was if zoya wasn't her daughter, as if she wasn't the only child who hadn't tried to kill her yet.

"fine," annabeth grumbled. "well, we know titans can capture a god, right? atlas captured artemis a few years ago. and in the old stories, the gods captured each other in traps all the time. but something worse than a titan?"

zoya let her mind wander back to the artemis incident, she thought of calypso and the girls beautiful red hair and her pretty voice. she missed calypso a lot. her hand tightening in rachel's as the memories filled her brain.

jason looked at the leopard's head. seymour was smacking his lips like the goddess had tasted much better than a sausage. "hera said she'd been trying to break through her prison bonds for a month."

"which is how long olympus has been closed," annabeth said. "so the gods must know something bad is going on."

"but why use her energy to send me here?" jason asked. "she wiped my memory, plopped me into the wilderness school field trip, and sent you a dream vision to come pick me up. why am I so important? why not just send up an emergency flare to the other gods-let them know where she is so they bust her out?"

"the gods need heroes to do their will down here on earth," rachel said. "that's right, isn't it? their fates are always intertwined with demigods."

"that is true," zoya said, "but what's so special about jason?" the boy send her a sort of offended look before she threw her hands up in a sign of apology.

"and piper's involved somehow," rachel said. "hera sent her the same message-free me. and, annabeth, this must have something to do with percy's disappearing." zoya knew rachel didn't mention her for the pure fact that hera did it just because she was her daughter.

annabeth fixed her eyes on chiron. "why are you so quiet, chiron? what is it we're facing?"

the old centaur's face looked like it had aged ten years in a matter of minutes. the lines around his eyes were deeply etched. "my dear, in this, I cannot help you. i am so sorry."

zoya and annabeth exchanged a glance before zoya spoke up fir the two of them "in all the years we've known you, you've never kept a secret from us. ever, not even-" the girl was cut off as chiron lifted a hand to silence her.

"i will be in my office." his voice was heavy. "i need some time to think before dinner. rachel, will you watch the girl? call argus to bring her to the infirmary, if you'd like. and zoya and annabeth, you should speak with jason. tell him about-about the greek and roman gods."

"but-" zoya didn't get to finish as chiron turned his wheelchair and rolled off down the hallway. zoya frowned deeply before scoffing and muttering a mix of greek words which her mother would curse upon hearing her say.

"i'm sorry," jason said. "i think my being here-I don't know. I've messed things up coming to the camp, somehow. chiron said he'd sworn an oath and couldn't talk about it."

"what oath?" annabeth demanded. "i've never seen him act this way. and why would he tell me to talk to you about the gods..."

her voice trailed off. apparently she'd just noticed jason's sword sitting on the coffee table. she touched the blade gingerly, like it might be hot. zoya watched the blonde carefully before releasing rachel's hand and making a move beside jason.

"is that gold?" she said. "do you remember where you got it?"

"no," jason said. "like I said, i don't remember anything."

annabeth nodded, like she'd just come up with a rather desperate plan. "if chiron won't help, we'll need to figure things out ourselves. which means cabin fifteen. rachel, you'll keep an eye on piper?"

"sure ," rachel promised. "good luck, you three."

"be safe bugaboo" zoya told the redhead as she squeezed the redheads hand and pressed a kiss to her cheek as she followed annabeth out, jason watching the girls interaction before following after.

"hold on," jason said as he caught up to the two "what's in cabin fifteen?"

annabeth stood. "maybe a way to get your memory back." and beds zoya thought to herself, soft fluffy beds.

                                          𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 a newer wing of cabins in the southwest corner of the green. some were fancy, with glowing walls or blazing torches, but cabin fifteen was not so dramatic. it looked like an old-fashioned prairie house with mud walls and a rush roof. on the door hung a wreath of crimson flowers-red poppies.

"you think this is my parent's cabin?" he asked making zoya giggle.

"no," Annabeth said. "this is the cabin for hypnos, the god of sleep."

"then why-"

"you've forgotten everything," annabeth said. "if there's any god who can help us figure out memory loss, it's hypnos." before entering.

jason turnt to give zoya an unsure look before she smiled softly and took his hand into her own pulling him in "you ask a lot of questions, kid" there was that stupid name again.

"i'm not a kid" jason whispered as he leant down slightly so only she could hear him, around there were three kids were sound asleep under piles of covers. a warm fire crackled in the hearth. above the mantel hung a tree branch, each twig dripping white liquid into a collection of tin bowls. jason was tempted to catch a drop on his finger just to see what it was, but he held himself back.

"how old are you again?" zoya asked as she stared at him with a cheeky smile.

jason looked struck for a second not knowing how to answer, it was if he'd just realised her eyes were a burning golden colour, they were intoxicating. whiskey and murk mixing around her iris.

"i'm seventeen next week so be sure to tell me when you find out" zoya whispered to the boy before rolling her eyes, jason's stare not ceasing.

soft violin music played from somewhere. the air smelled like fresh laundry. the cabin was so cozy and peaceful that zoya's eyelids started to feel heavy. a nap sounded like a great idea. she was exhausted. there were plenty of empty beds, all with feather pillows and fresh sheets and fluffy quilts and-annabeth pinched her. "snap out of it."

the brunette glaring at the blonde girl before straightening her knees which had begun to buckle. "cabin fifteen does that to everyone," annabeth warned jason as she nodded towards zoya "if you ask me, this place is even more dangerous than the ares cabin . at least with ares, you can learn where the land mines are."

"land mines?" jason asked incredulously as he looked at zoya who still held his hand, the girl not answering as her eyes were fluttering shut.

annabeth walked up to the nearest snoring kid and shook his shoulder. "clovis! wake up!"

the kid looked like a baby cow. he had a blond tuft of hair on a wedge-shaped head, with thick features and a thick neck. his body was stocky, but he had spindly little arms like he'd never lifted anything heavier than a pillow.

"clovis!" annabeth shook harder, then finally knocked on his forehead about six times.

"wh-wh-what?" clovis complained, sitting up and squinting. he yawned hugely, and annabeth, zoya and jason yawned too.

"stop that!" annabeth said. "we need your help."

"i was sleeping." zoya wanted to contradict him and that's exactly what she did.

"that's all you do, clovis" the boy turning at her voice and smiling tiredly.

"you're home, hi zoya. good night" before he could pass out, annabeth yanked his pillow off the bed.

"that's not fair," clovis complained meekly. "give it back."

"first help," annabeth said. "then sleep."

clovis sighed. his breath smelled like warm milk. "fine. what?"

annabeth explained about jason's problem. every once in a while she'd snap her fingers under clovis' nose to keep him awake. zoya was leaning all her body weight on jason's side as the boy tried to make sure she didn't fall asleep.

clovis must have been really excited, because when annabeth was done, he didn't pass out. he actually stood and stretched, then blinked at jason. "so you don't remember anything, huh?"

"just impressions," jason said. "feelings, like..."

"yes?" clovis said.

"like I know I shouldn't be here. at this camp. i'm in danger." his words seemed to wake zoya up fully, the girl punching his shoulder with her free hand.

"i told you stop saying that" jason letting go off her hand to grab his shoulder.

"hmm. close your eyes." clovis instructed as he ignored their arguing. jason glanced at zoya , but she just nodded reassuringly.

jason was afraid he'd end up snoring in one of the bunks forever, but he closed his eyes. his thoughts became murky, as if he were sinking into a dark lake. the next thing he knew, his eyes snapped open. he was sitting in a chair by the fire. clovis and annabeth knelt next to him. he felt a pair of ands on his shoulders and tilted his head back to look up at a slightly nervous zoya.

"-serious, all right," clovis was saying.

"what happened?" jason said. "how long-"

"a few minutes," zoya said. "really tense though. you nearly dissolved." jason hoped she didn't mean literally, but her expression was solemn.

"usually," clovis said, "memories are lost for a good reason. they sink under the surface like dreams, and with a good sleep, I can bring them back. but this..."

"lethe?" annabeth asked.

"no," clovis said. "not even lethe."

"lethe ?" jason asked confused

clovis pointed to the tree branch dripping milky drops above the fireplace. "the river lethe in the underworld. it dissolves your memories, wipes your mind clean permanently. that's the branch of a poplar tree from the underworld, dipped into the lethe. it's the symbol of my father, hypnos. lethe is not a place you want to go swimming."

zoya nodded. percy went there once. he told me it was powerful enough to wipe the mind of a titan."

jason was suddenly glad he hadn't touched the branch. "but that's not my problem?"

"no," clovis agreed. "your mind wasn't wiped, and your memories weren't buried. they've been stolen."

the fire crackled. drops of lethe water plinked into the tin cups on the mantel. one of the other hypnos campers muttered in his sleep-something about a duck.

"stolen," jason said. "how?"

"a god," clovis said. "only a god would have that kind of power."

"we know that," said Jason. "it was juno. but how did she do it, and why?"

clovis scratched his neck. "juno?"

"my mother" zoya explained as her grip on jason's shoulders tightened, maybe it should've hurt jason but he felt an odd sense of comfort from her touch. "jason here likes roman names"

"Hmm," clovis said.

"what?" jason asked. "does that mean something?"

"hmm," clovis said again, and this time jason realized he was snoring.

"clovis!" all three teenagers yelled at the younger boy.

"what? what?" his eyes fluttered open. "we were talking about pillows, right? no, gods. i remember. greek and roman. sure, could be important."

"but they're the same gods," annabeth said. "just different names."

"not really anna," zoya said.

jason sat back, now very much awake. "what do you guys mean, not exactly?" his shoulders settling in zoya's hands, as if he was ready to listen as she held onto him.

"well" clovis yawned. "some gods are only roman. like janus, or pompona. but even the major greek gods-it's not just their names that changed when they moved to rome. their appearances changed. their attributes changed. they even had slightly different personalities."

juno probably still would've been able to have been a better mother than hera.

"but..." annabeth faltered. "okay, so maybe people saw them differently through the centuries. that doesn't change who they are."

"yeah it does." zoya said as she felt jason roll his shoulder's back "personalities. the gods change to reflect their host cultures. you know that, anna. I mean, these days, zeus likes tailored suits, reality television, and that amazing chinese food place on east twenty-eighth street, right? it was the same in roman times, and the gods were roman almost as long as they were greek. it was a big empire, lasted for centuries. so their roman aspects are still a big part of their character."

"makes sense," jason said.

annabeth shook her head, mystified. "how do you know this zoya?"

"when you're not around i read" zoya shrugged, the idea not seeming that absurd to her.

"we call the gods by their greek names because that's their original form. but saying their roman aspects are exactly the same-that's not true. in rome, they became more warlike. they didn't mingle with mortals as much. they were harsher, more powerful-the gods of an empire." clovis continued for the girl

"like the dark side of the gods?" annabeth asked.

"not exactly," clovis said. "they stood for discipline, honor, strength-"

"good things, then," jason said. For some reason, he felt the need to speak up for the roman gods, though wasn't sure why it mattered to him. "i mean, discipline is important, right? that's what made rome last so long."

zoya's hands now seemed to be latched to jason's shoulders, the boys words making her cautious. annabeth noticed how touchy the two had been and couldn't help but wonder.

clovis gave him a curious look. "that's true. but the roman gods weren't very friendly. for instance, my dad, hypnos; he didn't do much except sleep in greek times. in roman times, they called him somnus. he liked killing people who didn't stay alert at their jobs. if they nodded off at the wrong time, boom-they never woke up. he killed the helmsman of aeneas when they were sailing from troy."

"nice guy," annabeth said which zoya nodded to "but I still don't understand what it has to do with jason ."

"neither do I," clovis said. "but if hera took your memory, only she can give it back. and if I had to meet the queen of the gods, i'd hope she was more in a hera mood than a juno mood. can I go back to sleep now?"

annabeth stared at the branch above the fire, dripping lethe water into the cups. she looked so worried, jason wondered if she was considering a drink to forget her troubles. then she stood and tossed clovis his pillow. "thanks, clovis. we'll see you at dinner."

"can I get room service?" clovis yawned and stumbled to his bunk. "i feel like zzzz " he collapsed with his butt in the air and his face buried in pillow.

"won't he suffocate?" jason asked as he stood.

"he'll be fine, trust me" zoya said. "but if we're dealing with my mother, you are in serious trouble."