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Where am I? Feathers…peacocks…
“Good morning, Perseus.”
I wish I acted braver, but I could only scream “HERA” when I saw her. The Queen of Olympians. What the hell does she want from me? I was lying on an old yet soft lounge couch adorned with gold and cow’s skin. Next to me, an abundance of ambrosian cookies and a carafe of nectar filled a small table.

“Do you remember anything, Perseus?” asked Hera.
It was a straightforward question with a straightforward answer. The issue was, I couldn’t recall much. I racked my brain to remember just anything; however, all my previous memories felt like a dream.

“By your face, I could tell you don’t. You are Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon, that’s all you need to know for now. Most importantly, I have a quest for you. I need you to fetch me a hydria of water.” the queen demanded.

This must be a dream. Water? That’s the quest?

“Well, I could just get you one right away if it is that simple-”

“It is NOT that simple, Perseus. That water is the water of truth. Found in the cavern of Mnemosyne. I need that water for my plan. Have your fill of ambrosia and nectar until you feel better. This bag should help you with your quest.”

And with that, the goddess left. I had a fair share of those cookies, it felt familiar but I wasn’t sure. However, there was something more important— the quest. Where am I going to find the cavern of Mnemosyne? Where should I start?
I checked the bag Hera gave me. Tent, drachmas, cash, food… nothing of use until I found a piece of paper in the small front pocket that reads:

Hero,
Seek the whispers where truth once echoed but now lies buried.
Begin your journey where the gods’ reflections shimmer in stone,
And the lion roars not in the wild, but in iron and steel.
Three truths will guide you:
-The path is not seen but heard.
-The past holds the key, locked in its stories.
-Beware the mirror that speaks without a face.
When you stand where the river weeps for memory,
Call her name with a heart unguarded.

Now, I don’t know if Hera wrote this or someone else, but now I have a clue to help me get started. Unfortunately, that means I need to decipher this paper. ‘Begin your journey where the gods’ reflections shimmer in stone’ Well that’s unclear. ‘And the lion roars not in the wild, but in iron and steel.’ So, not a real lion? Iron and steel lion… I think I’ve seen one before… I don’t know… my memory’s all hazy. Maybe if I leave this place, then maybe I could figure this out.

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Getting out of Mount Olympus was like navigating through a labyrinth. Luckily, some servants and minor gods helped me find the way. Now, I wish I could tell you I could navigate around town easily. However, outside of Mount Olympus is more labyrinth. I really thought that I could find that lion somewhere here in Manhattan and the sun was already setting. The perfect start for my quest for some water. I decided to just simply walk around town until I find a lion made of steel and iron. I mean how bad could that be?

As I walked through Manhattan, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d been here before. The smells—hot dogs, exhaust, something sweet wafting out of a bakery—they felt familiar, like a half-remembered dream. But the details? Blank. Every turn I made, every face I passed, none of it clicked.

Still, I had a mission. Iron and steel lion. How hard could it be?

It turned out, pretty hard. Manhattan had no shortage of lions. There were statues in front of libraries, logos on businesses, even some guy on the corner selling plush toys shaped like jungle animals. But none of them felt right.

I don’t know how long I wandered before I ended up in front of a building that stopped me in my tracks. It was massive, with columns that seemed to reach the sky and twin stone lions guarding the steps. One of them, its eyes weathered and proud, stared at me as if daring me to figure something out.

“Iron and steel,” I muttered to myself. “Not stone.”

I turned away from the lions and kept walking, frustrated. The riddle swirled in my head. What if the lion wasn’t something literal? What if…

Then I saw it. A sleek, silvery shimmer out of the corner of my eye, perched on top of a building near Grand Central Terminal. The lion wasn’t a statue or a sign—it was a weather vane, forged from iron and steel, its body gleaming faintly in the dying sunlight.

“That’s it,” I whispered.

The street below the building was bustling with commuters, taxis honking and brake lights glowing. As I moved closer, the hum of the city seemed to fade, replaced by something else—almost like a growl, low and rumbling. My skin prickled.

The air shifted. The lion weather vane turned, though there was no wind. Its head faced me now, and for a second, I thought its eyes glinted.

“Great,” I muttered. “Haunted lion. Why not?”

I knew I had to get up there. There was no obvious entrance—the building’s doors were locked, and the fire escape ladder was too high to reach. I checked Hera’s bag. Food, coins, a sleeping bag… and then my fingers brushed against something cold and metallic. I pulled out a small flask with swirling liquid inside.

I had no idea what it was or why it was there, but something in me knew it was meant for this.

“Okay,” I said to no one in particular. “Let’s hope this works.”

I twisted the flask open and poured a single drop onto the ground. It hit the concrete with a hiss, and then—like magic, or maybe because it was magic—the fire escape ladder creaked downward, just enough for me to grab it.

“Thanks, Hera,” I muttered.

I climbed, my muscles burning, until I reached the rooftop. The lion weather vane loomed above me, motionless now. I stepped closer, my heart pounding. The growling sound returned, louder this time, as if it came from deep within the metal.

And then the lion moved.

Its iron legs flexed, its steel claws scraping against the rooftop as it leapt down in front of me. I stumbled backward, but it didn’t attack. Instead, it crouched low, its head tilted slightly, as if it was waiting for me to do something.

A memory flickered in the haze of my mind—a lesson about monsters, something someone said. “When in doubt, talk to them,” I murmured.

“Uh, hey there,” I said aloud. “Nice lion. Any chance you know where the Cavern of Mnemosyne is?”

The lion’s growl deepened, but instead of attacking, it turned and bounded toward the edge of the roof. For a second, I thought it was going to leap off. Instead, it stopped, turned its head, and let out a single, echoing roar.

The sound rippled through the air, and the city below seemed to tremble in response. Lights flickered, shadows twisted—and then a faint, glowing trail appeared, starting at the lion’s feet and stretching off into the distance.

I stared at it, unsure whether to follow.

The lion growled again, softer this time, as if to say, “What are you waiting for?”

“Alright,” I said, slinging Hera’s bag over my shoulder. “Lead the way.”

And with that, the lion turned and began to run, and I followed, stepping into the unknown.

The lion bounded forward, its metal paws clanging softly against the glowing path as it stretched out ahead of us. I jogged behind, trying to keep up, my breath clouding in the cooling evening air. The path shimmered with each step, the light rippling like waves disturbed by a stone.

I couldn’t explain it, but the path felt… alive. Like it was watching me, reacting to every thought and step. When I hesitated, the glow dimmed, almost as if the trail itself was doubting me. But when I pushed forward, the light steadied, shining brighter, as if to say, “That’s it. Keep going.”

The lion led me through a maze of backstreets and alleys, places I didn’t recognize but somehow felt familiar. I passed graffiti-covered walls and dumpsters reeking of something awful, but the further I went, the quieter the city became. The honking horns and shouting voices faded, replaced by the low hum of the glowing trail beneath my feet.

That’s when I noticed something strange.

The lion stopped at the edge of a narrow bridge stretching over the East River. It wasn’t a normal bridge—it didn’t seem to belong to the city at all. The structure was delicate, its surface shimmering like glass, and the glowing path ran straight across it.

“Great,” I muttered, catching my breath. “Now I’ve gotta trust a magic bridge.”

The lion turned its head toward me, its iron eyes gleaming, almost like it was rolling them. Then it growled softly and padded across the bridge, its claws tapping against the surface like rain on a window.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” I grumbled, stepping onto the bridge.

The moment my foot touched it, the world shifted. The city faded into a blur of dark shapes and flickering lights. I wasn’t in Manhattan anymore—not fully. The air felt heavier, and the water beneath the bridge shimmered with strange, silvery ripples.

Halfway across, I heard it—a faint whisper, like a voice carried on the wind.

“Perseus…”

I froze, my heart racing. The whisper grew louder, turning into a chorus of overlapping voices. They called my name, asking questions I couldn’t answer.

“Why do you fight?”
“What do you fear?”
“Who do you protect?”

The shadows beneath the bridge twisted, rising up to take on ghostly shapes. They weren’t monsters—not exactly. They were flickering fragments of people, their faces shifting like static on an old TV.

One figure stepped forward, its form solidifying. A girl with blonde hair and stormy gray eyes. She looked at me with a mix of sadness and anger.

“Percy,” she said, her voice sharp and familiar. “Why did you leave me?”

I staggered back, clutching the strap of Hera’s bag. “Annabeth?” I stammered. But something felt wrong. The way she moved, the way her eyes glowed faintly—it wasn’t her.

The lion growled, snapping me out of my thoughts. It turned toward me, baring its steel teeth, and I understood. This was a trick, a test.

“You’re not real,” I said, my voice steadier now. “You’re not her.”

The figure faltered, its form flickering like a dying flame. The other shadows began to dissolve, their whispers fading into the wind.

I pushed forward, my steps firm now. The lion waited at the far end of the bridge, its head tilted as if to say, “Finally figured it out, huh?”

As I stepped off the bridge, the whispers ceased, and the city snapped back into focus. I was back in Manhattan—or at least a version of it. The glowing trail stretched on ahead, leading toward the next challenge.

I looked at the lion, who stared back at me, its eyes gleaming with something that might have been approval.

“Alright,” I said, adjusting the strap of my bag. “Let’s see what’s next.”

And with that, we moved forward, the glowing path guiding us deeper into the unknown.

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I am dead tired. I had been running for gods know how long yet the lion kept focus as if telling me we wouldn’t have time. After half an hour and a couple of side stitches later, we arrived at Penn Station.

I wasn’t sure why we were here. I looked around the station hoping to find a clue. Nothing. I looked down at the glowing path and it grew dimmer. Not very helpful. The lion wasn’t even that helpful, it just stood there watching me. I walked around the station hopefully finding a clue soon. The path became dimmer and dimmer giving me that urgent rush to find what I needed here when all of a sudden the lights flickered. Nobody around me was bothered by that. And a gush of cold wind blew. In an instant, the bag Hera gave me weighed a ton. A voice whispered “Philadelphia”. I don't know if that voice wanted some cream cheese or is talking about the state, but I guess that’s the clue that I’ve been looking for. I quickly dropped the bag in search of the heavy item. So far, nothing seemed weird until I dug deeper and found something shinning in a little pouch,

“Drachmas,” I murmured.

When I took out a couple of coins, a train manifested in front of me. The path glowed stronger, leading the way into the train, and the lion pushed my back, urging me to move forward.

The train looked old and a bit unstable. By the entrance, the names of each state were plated on 50 coin slots. I inserted my drachma into the “Pennsylvania” slot and the train rumbled. I shuffled into a compartment, the lion sitting across from me, and the scenery slowly shifted. The lid of my eyes was so heavy with sleep, so I dozed off.

As I dozed off, a weird dream emerged. A satyr-looking guy came running after me. “Percy, where are you? We are coming. Stay put!”. The dream felt real, I could feel every bit of anxiety and sadness that satyr felt. Percy? Is that my nickname or is he calling for somebody else? 

I awoke with the sound of the train’s whistle. I hobbled out of the train, the path glowing beneath me. I was still exhausted, but I had to keep going or else the lion and the path were both soon going to abandon me. As I walked out of the train station, the bustling city of Philadelphia came to be. The path beneath dimmed since I had no clue where to go next and just relied on the lion to guide me. As we walked, I stumbled upon a building. I had no idea why but a memory popped up into my head of a blond girl, Annabeth, blabbering on about architecture. Naturally, I approached the building out of curiosity. I never took any interest in how the buildings looked or were made, however, something in me felt happy remembering something that I knew.

“The Athenaeum.” I read aloud to nobody. I had a feeling that I must go in. The path glowed in agreement.

The Athenaeum was just an old library—dozens of people were guided around by a tour guide. I know what you’re thinking, “This guy doesn’t know where he’s going.” and I would like to refute that but you’re right. So far, my discoveries were all based on guesses and help. I quickly scanned the books to see something of use. I think I’ve spent at least an hour scanning through all the books but it was all fruitless. I decided maybe there was a secret room or something of that sort, and the path glowed further. I searched around quickly and came across a weird discoloration on a wall far behind the library. I was hoping that touching that would allow me to access it. Alas, everything comes with a price, because when I touched it, a drachma slot opened.

“4 drachamas per person? This must be a scam.”

I did what I was told and the door— or maybe wall— opened up. I kind of had to crouch to get in there properly. Not the most luxurious experience with that sort of price. I moved forward, the lion behind me. Midway, it was total darkness. After a couple of steps in, I could see some light. I rushed as quickly as I could and found myself at another library. Hooray for me. However, there was something off about the place. First and foremost, there was a bunch of ghosts in ancient clothing. Second of all, it smelled old and wet. Thirdly, I’ve never seen a library with that many books. Sure, I haven’t gone through many libraries whether I remember that or not, so I am not the most qualified to speak on this matter. Though truly, the library was massive. Books and scrolls stacked up on one another.

I climbed down, barely ready to scan through yet another library of books when all of a sudden a ghost grabbed me. I know, I know, “But Perseus, how can a ghost grab you in the first place?”. Yes, good question, and I was just as baffled as you are. The ghost’s hands were cold. He was dressed in a himation and a chiton. He had curly hair with a receding hairline and a long beard. He looked familiar, but where had I seen him before?

“Cease, how dare you steal from us.” the ghost bellowed.

“There is a misunderstanding. I’m not interested in your books, I just need to get a clue to get an idea of where to go.”

“Only a fool would not want to learn from our wisdom.” another ghost murmured as he fluttered around the ceiling.

“Say, dear brother, where do you want to go?” another ghost said dearly. He was looking at the ceiling as he said that. Weird.

“Well, I would like to know where to get to the caverns of Mnemosyne. Do you guys know by any chance?” I said wishfully.

The ghost grabbing my arm said, “This the library that contains all the ancient wisdom. The Library of Alexandria. We have lost our books and knowledge in the mortal world for the first time. And we won't be loosing any of them the second time.”

“We have sworn to Minerva and Jove to protect them at all cost.” another nearby ghost stated.

“You know about the gods? Are you another demigod?”

“Hah, even better, we are philosophers. Instead of leaving the world with a couple of stories immortalizing us, we are remembered by the knowledge that aided humanity. How would the upper world develop without us? No matter how long these new philosophers disagree with us and try to prove us wrong, our knowledge still persists in their academia. That over there is Thales.” he pointed at the weird ghost looking at the ceiling. “The one by your hand is Socrates. The one over there is Heraclitus, there at the corner is Marcus, and so forth. I am Platonis.”

I could’ve said something smarter to impress those guys, but all I said was, “Woah, you guys are really old.” ya, no kidding Perseus.

“Young lad, If you want to consult us and our books, we will provide you with what you need in exchange that you answer our questions.” said a ghost holding a scroll.

 “Go on.” I said curiously as I removed my hand from Socrates’s grip.

“I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I come alive with wind. What am I?” said the ghost. 

That one was plain easy. As the ghost spoke, echoes roared through the library.

“Echo.” 

“That is correct. The more of me you take, the more you leave behind. What am I?”

I wish that was just as easy as the previous one. But I was at a loss. The more I take, the more I leave behind? Is it something that I can't see? Is it time? I can waste time and gain it, like doing homework, but that can't be right. 

I paced around a bit, trying to come up with an answer. I was beginning to give up given that the path was getting dimmer. Dammit Hera! I kept on walking until the answer sprung up in my head. It was something I was just doing now.

“Footsteps.” I rushed.

“That is correct. Well done.” the ghost said with a gentle smile.

“I will take it from here, Aristotle.” said another ghost behind me.

“Go ahead, Locke.” said the ghost who I now know as Aristotle.

“What is the most powerful force that binds gods, mortals, and monsters alike?”

Binding gods, mortals, and monsters? Physically you can't really do that unless you got a massive chain or something. I am a son of a god, that binds me and a god— a god and a mortal. But Locke said gods, monsters, and mortals. What could connect us all besides the stories we shared together?

“Stories.” I spoke fearfully.

“Correct. If you could remember one thing, and only one thing, from your life, what would it be? Why?”

One thing. A place that brought me joy? All the people I knew? The adventures that I embarked on before? The girl that I love the most? What do I want to remember?

“Annabeth. That’s who I want to remember.” I sheepishly answer.

“Another lover? What wonderful creation the almighty Aphrodite brought to us.” a ghostly woman manifested in front of me. “Say, dear child, answer my questions so you may proceed.”

I recognize the ghost from somewhere. I could recall her face from a book Annabeth read once.

“Wait, are you-”

“Diotima, don’t let him cut you off.” a random ghost called out.

“Who is the first mother, the one from whom all sprang, but who now seeks to undo her children?” Diotima questioned

“First mother?” I asked.

“Yes.” Diotima answered.

If it was an actual woman, the Christians would answer Eve. however, Eve is dead how could she undo her children? 

“Is the mother a mortal or immortal?’

“Immortal.”

Great, that boils it down. Hera is the goddess of motherhood, but if she did undo her children, then that would be ironic. Maybe even older. The earth is described as a mother, she produces the foods that we consume but she can still undo her crops by letting them wither and die.

“The earth.”

“I am a Titan, punished for my curiosity, bound to the earth yet reaching for the sky. Who am I?” Diotima continued.

A memory burned into my head and my back grew heavy. I felt exhausted as every fiber of my muscles got inflamed. I know this, I experienced that alongside Annabeth. His name,

“Atlas.”  I hurriedly responded.

“If you knew the truth could destroy the ones you love, would you reveal it? Why or why not?”

Since when did these questions become philosophical? I don't remember the people I love other than Annabeth but the warmth, love, and help that I received from them. But would I reveal the truth even if it would destroy them or should I just hide it?

I gave it a thought before I answered, “I would rather not reveal it. I would rather not get them hurt even if it pains me. I would rather carry all the burden.”

“Farewell,” Diotima said serenely.

An old blind man approached me, “A king once betrayed his people to save his family. Was he just? Why or why not?”

Another would you rather. Was he just? I feel as though he was. Why would I sacrifice the people I consider as a family to save strangers?

“He was. Why would one betray the people he knows and save the ones he didn’t?”

“You have not understood my question. It is not a matter of knowing these people. The king knew them as well as his family for they were under his command during the war and rode the same boat as him for as long as 3 years.”

“My answer still remains. Shouldn’t his family be his top priority?” I answered stubbornly.

“So the truth, why do you seek it?”

I froze. I don't know the truth I’m seeking. All I know is Hera ordering me to retrieve it. That is why I am here.

“You have not understood me. Why do you seek the truth? Will you wield it for yourself, or for others?”

The last two questions echoed through the library, or perhaps all the ghostly philosophers and scholars started chanting them. The truth? What truth? I don't have all of my memories intact. I don't remember anything before I woke up at Hera’s.

“Why do you seek the truth? Will you wield it for yourself, or for others?” The ghosts chanted again.

What is that truth that makes me able to wield it?

“What sort of truth is it?” I pleaded.

“Why do you seek the truth? Will you wield it for yourself, or for others?”

“I don't know the truth.”

“Why do you seek the truth? Will you wield it for yourself, or for others?” the ghost grew redder and angrier. The path faltered and scattered. The lion waited for my response. I racked my brain. Hera never stated any reason why she needed the water so how could I respond?

“I don't know why I am seeking the truth, but Hera needed me to get it.” I courageously (not really) answered.

“Will you wield it for yourself, or for others?” the ghosts demanded.

“If it saves them, then yes, I would wield it for others. If it would hurt them, then I will take it.” I said loudly.

The ghosts disappeared and the scroll that was in Aristotle’s hand dropped to the floor. I picked it up and unscrolled it. There, in ancient Greek, were stories and testimonies of Mnemosyne’s caverns. But most importantly, the path glowed brighter and activated a new path.

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Three hours into our journey, my legs weakened. I decided to just call it a night and rest up. Except, I couldn’t rest. The fleeting memories of that library bothered me all night— especially those questions. It felt like they were trying to tell me something they could not directly tell me. I haven’t even properly read through the scroll. Just when sleep took over me, another dream came up.

The satyr man looked like he was also in Philly. Is he following me? Is that real or is it just a dream? The satyr kept bleating “Percy!” and next to him was a one-eyed giant— a cyclops. He too was crying out the same.

“I could’ve sworn he was just here!” the satyr wept.

“It’s ok. We find Big Brother soon.” the Cyclops said sadly.

The dream flickered and I was now standing at the edge of the cliff. The ground stretched out beneath me. 

“You don’t have to continue,” a cold yet comforting voice called out, “Hera won’t reward you for all the efforts you’ve made. Abandon the quest and follow me. I will ensure you are greatly rewarded if you know your worth.”

I felt immobilized in my spot.

“Come on. Why would you trust Hera when she couldn’t trust you? She never helped provide you with the answers to the scholars’ questions.”

The dream flickered once more. I was back at the library. The ghosts grew as big as a giant. Becoming redder and angrier as they chanted, “Why do you seek the truth? Will you wield it for yourself, or for others?”

I awoke with a jump and gasped for air. It was still the middle of the night and I couldn’t fall asleep again. What’s worse is that I am starving, and there was just a bit of Hera’s food supplies. I ate my granola bars and the remains of my sandwich as I decided to open the scroll. I turned on the flashlight, and read through the text. It reads:

“To whomever seeks the sacred cavern of Mnemosyne, beware. The journey is not for the faint of heart nor for those who would obscure their hearts with falsehoods. I, Heliodorus of Athens, once sought the cavern in my youth, desperate to restore the fractured memories of my wife, who had drunk from Lethe's waters. What follows is my testimony, so that you may understand the trials that await you and the truths you must face.

The Chimeric Hounds
The first trial came as I approached the caverns' outer boundary, shrouded in mists that confounded my sense of direction. There, I encountered the Chimeric Hounds, beasts of nightmare born of smoke and shadow. They prowled the mist, their noses sharp not for the scent of blood, but for the stench of lies.

With each step I took, the hounds pressed closer, their growls reverberating like thunder in the still air. They tested me, circling and snapping whenever hesitation flickered in my thoughts. I thought to defend myself with a sword and shield, but it was no use—no blade could pierce the intangible fog that cloaked them.

Only when I spoke aloud the truths I had long hidden, even from myself, did the hounds relent. “I fear for my wife's life,” I admitted. “But I also fear the truth will condemn me for my failures.” The beasts paused, their amber eyes gleaming, and their growls faded to silence. The pack melted into the mist, leaving me shaken but alive.

The Labyrinth of Reflections
The second trial awaited within the cavern itself, where the air thickened with a strange, silvery glow. I wandered into the Labyrinth of Reflections, a maze of mirrored stone walls that twisted and turned without end. Each surface revealed not my image, but echoes of my greatest failures.

I saw my wife’s tear-streaked face the night I chose glory over family. I heard my father’s voice, scolding me for my hubris. I felt the weight of my unspoken regrets, bearing down on me with every step. The labyrinth grew colder as my despair deepened, the walls shifting to trap me in an endless cycle of self-loathing.

In my darkest moment, I remembered the voice of my childhood friend, a simple yet wise shepherd. “Truth will guide you where no map can.” I called out to the memory of those I loved, recounting their names and my deepest gratitude for them. With each name—my wife, my father, my lost friend—the labyrinth shifted, revealing a single path forward.

The Presence of Mnemosyne
At last, I reached the heart of the cavern, where Mnemosyne herself awaited. The goddess of memory was neither young nor old, but eternal, her form cloaked in light that shimmered with the colors of a thousand forgotten sunsets. Her gaze pierced me, and I fell to my knees.

“Why have you come, mortal?” she asked, her voice soft yet overwhelming, as though spoken by every memory in existence.

“I seek the water of truth, Lady Mnemosyne,” I replied. “To restore my wife’s mind and undo my past failings.”

She bid me recount my life, sparing no detail and hiding no shame. And so, I did. I spoke of my triumphs and my betrayals, my victories and my regrets. Tears streamed down my face as I laid bare the entirety of my soul before her.

When I finished, Mnemosyne regarded me in silence, her expression unreadable. Finally, she extended her hand, and in it appeared a flask filled with water that glowed faintly with an inner light. “The truth is a burden as much as it is a gift,” she warned. “It will heal wounds, but it may also reveal scars you would rather leave hidden. Use it wisely.”

A Final Warning
As I left the cavern, clutching the Flask of Truthful Water, Mnemosyne's voice echoed one last time: “Beware the cost of truth, seeker. For those unprepared to bear it, truth may shatter as easily as it mends.”

Thus, I returned to my wife, changed by what I had endured. The water restored her memories, yet it also brought pain—for she remembered not only the love we shared but the mistakes I had made. Though she forgave me, I learned that the truth cannot erase the past; it can only illuminate the path forward.

Take my story as both guidance and caution, seeker. The path to Mnemosyne’s Cavern is treacherous, but those who walk it with a pure heart may find not only the truth but also themselves.

—Heliodorus of Athens”

Chimeric hounds and reflection? Pure heart? The little paper… the paper mentioned a mirror that speaks without a face. So that's what it must be. The last part, “When you stand where the river weeps for memory, call her name with a heart unguarded.” must be Mnemosyne.

I was too alert to go back to sleep, so I nudged the lion to keep going. I’m starting to get used to his presence. I’ve been a bit harsh on him especially when I feel lost trying to figure out the next clue or wheezing too hard as I ran. However, he always had my back… or front, and guided me to where I wanted to go… well, the path too. 

We journeyed southwest from Philly. There wasn’t much to do other than the occasional pit stop I had to take for food and water. The path didn’t seem to falter like it would do, so that’s good. After a day of hiking and resting, we made it to West Virginia. The path continued to the Appalachian mountains. I followed along. Soon, the forest grew thick all around me. I would have gotten lost if it weren’t for the path and the lion. The forest was dead silent except for the occasional scurries of small forest animals and leaves crunching beneath my feet. 

When I was sure we’d gotten lost somehow, I saw something glowing and flickering silver light. I quickly followed the light and found myself at a market a couple of moments later. Unfortunately for me, I saw yet again more ghosts. This time, these ghosts don’t look human. Sure, they have somewhat of a human-like face. However, these ghosts were more like dispersion of light than the scholar ghosts before. 

I walked around the market, they sold some common stuff such as produce and woven goods. Except, the customers don’t pay. That was odd. If they were stealing, then they would not have done so in front of the seller. 

I weaved around the ghosts. I mean, after finding out some ghosts possess the ability to touch, I decided it would be better not to risk pushing ghosts around or they’d get pissed. The path led me to the center of the market and both the lion and the path stopped. I guess this is the part where I must do it myself. I decided to simply just ask around. I headed towards a couple of ghost crowds and asked, but they refused to answer and continued their daily shopping. Rude. I saw more ghosts and asked them too, but they also would not answer me. As a last resort, I asked one of the sellers. When I asked them, they pointed at the sign on their table.

“Transaction made with memory and truths.” the sign read.

“OK, so, if I gave you a memory of mine, would you give me the directions to Mnemosyne’s caverns?” I asked one of the sellers.

The ghost nodded. I didn’t have all my memories intact. So, I had to ask, “If I would tell you a memory of mine, what would happen? Would I still be able to remember it?”

The ghost shook its head no. Dang it. I can’t just give up any memory. The memories that I slowly recollected over time are important to me—my few memories of Annabeth, glimpses of a camp, the people that I know I cared about but couldn’t remember. I need them. If only there was a way…

“There you are!” cried a voice somewhere above.

“Get him!” another voice cried

I looked up and saw two of the most ugly flying people ever. They’ve got snakes for hair, huge bronze boar tusks at the corner of their mouths, rooster legs, red glaring eyes, and huge bat-like wings. I took a step back. These were unlike anything I’ve encountered before during my time in the quest.

“Who are you guys?” I questioned.

“You know exactly who we are Percy Jackson.” the monster on the left yelled.

“I’m Stheno. That’s Euryale.” the monster on the right answered

“Enough you idiot!” Euryale called out.

“Look, I don’t know who you guys are or if we ever met before but-”

“Bah! I don’t believe you. You were the last to kill our sister Medusa a couple of years ago and she is still stuck in Tartarus because of you!” with that, Euryale dove angrily at me. I tried to run as quickly as I could but she grabbed my shoulders with her rooster feet and took me up to the sky. The next thing I knew, I was plunging 50 feet from the sky to my doom. Weirdly, after hitting the ground, I felt fine. The ground, not so much since there was a little crater formed at the center of the market.

I got up and began to run. The lion pounced in between me and the gorgons and it started to attack them. I needed to help it. I began to frantically look around the market for something sharp. I took a bottled drink from a customer and shattered the glass bottle. I began to jab the jagged glass bottle into one of the monster’s torso. But it slid right through her, causing no damage. The monster attempted to harm me but no harm was ever done too. We looked at each other for a moment before fighting again, the lion fighting the other monster. 

That’s when I felt something in my pocket. I quickly dove away from the monster and hid behind a market stall. I searched the pocket and found a pen. Why do I have a pen all of a sudden? I don’t know. Why do I need it? I don’t know. Is it gonna help? I’m pretty sure it won’t. Luckily, I uncapped it because when I did, it grew into a bronze sword. What luck.

The monster found me and I decided to test my new weapon on her. I sliced through her neck and poof she turned into dust. Her ashes flew away with the wind. I checked up on the lion and he clearly won his battle since he was busy dusting away the other monster’s ashes.

I realized that those monsters gave me a good memory I could barter for directions since it’s a true memory that happened but I could not remember. I rushed back to the seller,

“I killed Medusa years ago! Now give me the directions to Mnemosyne’s” I pleaded.

The ghost refused and pointed to the word ‘memory’ on it. Ugh, even though it was true, I had to have remembered the event. 

“The monsters that I fought just now, do they consider.”

I felt a cool, calm wind gently breezing past me. I felt a bit woozy but I managed to listen to what the seller told me, 

“You will find the entrance of Mnemosyne’s cavern by the weeping river in Mississippi.”

The path activated again, leading me to Mississippi.

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It would have taken me days to get to Mississippi already. But I know it would have taken me months to get there because of these pesky chickens.

“DIE DEMIGOD SCUM!!!” shouted the monster to my left.

There were two of them. I don’t know who they are or where they came from (typical of me). But somehow, they knew me.  

“Ladies, please, calm down. Let’s be civilized.” I wheezed out.

That monster did not like it. She screamed at the top of her lungs making her sister and I want to rip our ears out. 

“You killed our sister. You shall pay!” she finally managed to say.

“Who?” I wondered.

It seems that we cannot have a proper conversation. She ripped a tree off the earth and hurled it right at me. Weirdly, it did not hurt. What a strange day I’m having. I just wanna get to Mississippi. 

I quickly hid behind a tree. I grabbed my pen and was ready to fight. The moment the monster bared her neck to me, I sliced it.

“Euryale, no! Not again. Look who’s the idiot now.” the sister said with a slight smirk.

“Why couldn’t you guys die already?” I coughed out.

“Because the god of death is all chained up. MWAHAHAHA.” she crackled.

“Stheno, you’re the fool! Why must you tell our enemy everything?” I looked behind me and saw just the head of Euryale forming from the pile of dust. I stabbed her head and shook off the dust. Stheno quickly crawled up behind me, ready to attack. But my skin was made of iron. No matter where she attacked, I was not under any harm. It was easy getting rid of her.

I picked up the pace and made it out of the woods as quickly as possible to get away from those two freaks. I needed some form of transport. I was beginning to wonder where the train station was until a taxi with three front passengers pulled up.

“Get in, boy!” the one by the wheel yelled.

The lion and I got in. I know this is stupid, but I was desperate. I’m tired from all the running, fighting, and hiding. It felt good to finally sit and relax until my mind raced with worry.

“Who are you guys and where are you taking me?”

“Don’t remember us, do you, boy?” the one in the middle said curiously. 

“That’s unfortunate. Anyways you wanted to get to Mississippi, right? Do you really expect that you’ll make it there alive with all these monsters chasing you, let alone the exhaustion you’re suffering?” the one on the right said as she took the tooth from the middle lady and took a whiff, “And yucks! You’re filthy!”

“Thanks.” I mumbled grumply.

“We’re the grey sisters, by the way, Percy.” the driver continued, “Give me my eye back! I need to see the road at least!”

My ears perched up. Percy? I’m Percy? Was that satyr and that cyclops looking for me? I had just the silliest thought. However, it hurts. I can’t recall anything as basic as my nickname. It feels as though I’m recollecting memories that I know about people and places. But what am I to myself? I started dozing off despite the old ladies' constant bickering about their eye and tooth. That was the most peaceful sleep I’ve ever had throughout the whole quest.

“Get up, boy!” the lady on the left nudged me awake, “We’re here.”

I wish I could sleep forever. I wasn’t ready for another round of problem-solving and fighting. I hoped off and paid them a drachma each and hobbled my way along the path that led me to the Mississippi River. It was still dark out and I was also tired and hungry. I decided to just camp out for the night.

I snacked on some cereal I got from the gas station. It was a quiet night. That moment led me to think about myself more. I mean, if Mnemosyne wants me to be truthful, then I should get to know myself. Who was I to everyone? What did Annabeth think of me? Dammit. I couldn’t even think about myself without thinking of others. Why do I care so much about others?

I laid down and stared at the starless night. How do people get to know themselves? Or maybe I’m just acting dramatic. I just lost all my memory. Of course, I won’t remember a thing. But it didn’t feel fair. Why do I have to be the one who suffers like this? Why was I chosen for all this? Not a single star and no moon. A sky so vast yet contained nothing. 

I turned to my right and saw the lion’s feet. After everything, I didn’t even give him a name. He helped me through everything. Yet, I’ve ignored him. “Hey, what’s your name?” I said as I got up on my elbows.

He stared at me blankly. Oh right, he can’t talk. “Could I name you then? What do you think of Leo? I mean it’s Latin for lion. Yeah, that doesn’t sound creative at all.”

He bowed his head down then raised it to continue staring at me. “You know, I never appreciated you then but now I do. You’re the only one I got right now. Thank you.” 

I turned and had another dreamless sleep. I woke up feeling slightly more rejuvenated. I had my last night’s dinner which was gas station cereal and made my way down the path, Leo next to me. There, I saw a figure of a woman on a boat with a brown, pulled-back hairdo and a long, purple robe—great, another monster. Unfortunately for me, she saw me. She rowed her boat quickly to me.

“Greetings, young master.” she said with a bow.

That is even weirder. Maybe she is just more help. I’ll accept whatever help I can get so I can get over this miserable quest. “Uhh, who’re you?”

“I’m Euthymia, a naiad sent by your father at the queen’s request.” Euthymia replied.

“Wait, my father?” I asked curiously. 

“Yes, however, even though we were sent by two of the most powerful gods, don’t think we won't ever stay loyal to Mnemosyne. I won’t let you ride the boat nor find her caverns unless we test you if you are worthy.”

“Not another test. I just got out of one. I’d rather do something else.”

“Don’t you want to restore your memory? Find home?” Euthymia retorted. She’s smart. However, I can be as stubborn as a bull.

“Look, whatever questions you would ask me, I won’t be able to answer. I just can’t remember anything from my past.”

“Anything?” her eyes slightly widened.

“No, not exactly. I just remember bits and pieces. But I won’t trade them for anything in this world and beyond. I just can’t barter them for Hera’s silly quest!”

“You mustn't need to barter nor remember anything in exchange. They’re quite simple if you could figure them out.”

“Ugh, fine.” I gave in sadly.

“I can be cracked, made, told, and played. What am I?” she gave me with a smile.

I stared at her like an idiot. That’s it?

“This must be a joke.” I grumbled.

“Get in.” she moved to her seat, “What are you waiting for?’

Man, I must be the god of dumb luck or something. I moved my way onto the seat in front of her. I made space for Leo and waited for him to join us. He didn’t move at all. “What are you waiting for, pal?”

He looked at me. “Look there’s enough space for the three of us.” I said.

I felt my stomach drop. Is this how far he would take me? I just got used to him and man he is also great in battle. “Is this it, Leo?”

Leo looked down as though to say yes. I felt like I wanted to cry. I rushed to hug Leo goodbye. He looked back and started moving towards where we came from. Soon after, he was gone from view. The boat roared and moved up the stream. The scenery shifted with every blink.

“This must be the world’s fastest boat.” I commented still feeling miserable about losing Leo.

“Huh?” she stared at me confused.

“Never mind!” I yelled back.

After a while, I looked down the water and something weird caught my eye. Another naiad. This one has pixie-cut white hair. She flopped up onto the boat; grabbing my arm for support until I tumbled over.

“Hiya there!” she yelled excitedly.

“Uh hi…?”

“If you wanna get to the caverns, you must riddle me this: I’m not alive, but I can grow. I don’t have lungs, but I need air. I don’t have a mouth, and yet I drown. What am I?”

And with that, she flopped off.

“Sorry, my little sister Alcippe is like that. She couldn’t wait for strangers to answer.” Euthymia giggled.

“So…do I still have to answer?” I asked hopefully (I don’t really want to think).

She looked me dead in the eye and answered, “Yes, you obviously do.”

Ok, Perseus…Percy, you can do this. You may not be as smart as your girlfriend, but you can do this. Not alive but can grow… trees? No, technically they’re alive. I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to think.

“Is there something else I could do in exchange,” I said in a very demanding tone, “Please?”

The boat stopped, and her eyes flamed with rage. Everything around me was dead quiet and still—and very cold. Or maybe I just realized that it was despite it being the middle of January. All that running and stress made me forget about my physiological needs. “Okay, fine, I get it,” I stuttered. Though her eyes weren’t filled with rage, everything else remained the same. I just realized I needed some warmth; I can’t think under all that cold.

What can grow but isn’t alive? Needs air without having lungs? Can drown without a mouth? It’s too cold. I’m so stupid. I should have gotten a jacket with me. Now I can’t think very well. I don’t know the answer to that cursed riddle. Why did Hera make me do all this if she would have known I would fail? It’s too cold. I need warmth… heat…fire…

“Fire! That should be it. It doesn’t have a mouth and lungs, and it’s not alive! But it can still grow, drown, and needs air.” I answered with a jump.

The boat rattled and moved and the scenery shifted again, but it was still too cold. I decided to concentrate on something else like the moving waters. 5 minutes in, I nearly jumped off the boat. No, there weren’t any wandering logs or anything of that sort. That’s because another naiad joined the boat. She had long dark purple hair and dark features. 

“What comes once in a minute, Twice in a moment, But never in a thousand years?” she gave me solemnly. 

I recognize this one. I remember seeing that exact riddle on the cover page of a riddle book back at the Athenaeum. Fortunately for me, the answer was on there, “the letter M.” I smugly answered. Hopefully, this would be the last riddle I would ever have to answer in my entire lifetime. The purple naiad and Euthymia glanced at each other for a moment and Alcippe flopped on the boat again. 

“How did you manage to answer this so quickly?” the purple naiad asked sternly.

“Lysandra, he even managed to answer mine quickly. Don’t mind that.” Euthymia intervened.

“That’s because yours was so simple. He must have cheated!” 

I thought she was being silly, “You do realize that little riddle of yours is pretty well known? I got the answer from a book.” 

She didn’t like that. Even Alcippe’s eyes got wider with fear and flopped off the boat. Lysandra was shrouded in dark purple mist and grew bigger. Great, another instance like the library. 

“You mortals never take me seriously.” Lysandra bellowed.

“Ly, calm down. He didn’t mean any harm. That was the goal, right? Answer the riddles and get the pass to her caverns.” Euthymia intervened once again.

“You don’t understand. You all never understood me unlike her. I want to be taken seriously by the mortals. I want to be feared and respected. And I’ll start with you.” Lysandra turned to me. Her appearance shifted. She grew 2 more pairs of eyes. Her face stretched and elongated, her nails grew into claws. She looked just as terrifying as those monsters that I fought before. 

Her voice split into two; her voice and a voice so familiar, “You’ve answered well, but tell us, hero—what truth do you fear most?”

With that Lysandra pounced at me— nearly flipping the ship over enough to knock me into the river without hurting Euthymia. Great, another monster. I was about to hold my breath when I realized I didn’t need to. I felt like a fish but soon to be filleted. Lysandra threw me up into the air and caught me by her new hawk-like beak. Once again, I was back in the river. She shook me like she caught herself a prey but her beak couldn’t penetrate through my belly. She proceeded to smash my head into the rocks which obviously didn’t do much. Luckily for me, she let go of me for enough time for me to grab my pen. I turned my wrist and jammed the sword into her neck which caused her to turn into dust.

Euthymia dived down to me, “What in the hades happened to Ly? I knew she was sensitive but not to this extent.”

I freaked out for a moment. She can talk and I can clearly hear her, “I can hear you clearly! How? We’re underwater??” then I realized how stupid that was, “That’s a Poseidon thing right?”

She giggled, “Yes Percy, that is his thing.” she looked around and yelled, “Alcippe, come and make yourself useful.”

Next thing I knew, I was lifted out of the river and made it to my seat on the boat. Alcippe left without a word and Euthymia made it back to her seat as well. I expected myself to freeze to death but my conditions felt the same as before. I felt myself and figured out a new Poseidon thing— I don’t get wet… I can keep myself dry.

We reached a dark and murky area. The leaves on the trees were replaced with ribbons of all colors. Artifacts filled up the river. It was quiet with occasional wind. It was eerily beautiful.

I hobbled off the boat when we reached the entrance of the caverns. No light seemed to penetrate through it. I felt a couple of taps on my shoulder and looked to see Euthymia. She gave me a warm smile and said, “So long as you be honest, Mnemosyne will provide the truth.”

I smiled back, however, my heart wasn’t ready. What if I didn’t like who I was? What if I’ve hurt people before? Maybe I am not ready. But I just can’t quit. I came a long way. If anything, I should have quit then. I am still pissed at Hera, but she must have had her reasons. I don’t need to overthink this, I am here. Maybe I could barter Hera for my memories in exchange for the truth water. With that, I moved ahead. 

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Using the flashlight that I found in my bag, I went down the cave. There wasn’t much besides stalagmites and stalactites. The path stopped glowing completely, maybe because there was just one obvious way. With how quiet the cave was, a pin drop would sound like an explosion. In the corner of my eye, I saw a glowing cave pond. I slowly made my way there and saw two tall doors that stretched to the cave’s ceiling. I rushed towards the entrance and was stopped by a three-headed beast with glowing amber eyes and a steel-like coat. I guessed those were the chimeric hounds the scroll mentioned. They detect lies, so it is best to be honest. What should I say? 

The hounds swirled around me with their only body– ready to lunge at me. “I don’t know what you expect me to say other than the truth. I honestly can’t recall much but my love for my girlfriend.” I paused. Should I keep going? They’re still swirling, “I can’t even recall any of my friends, not even my family. Hera took all my memories and sent me on this quest.”

The hounds continued to turn around me except, this time, they bared their fangs at me and began to growl— slowly preparing to attack me. Wasn’t I telling the truth already? What do they want from me? I started to freak out and panic, “Aren’t I telling you guys the truth? Shouldn’t you let me through?” they kept growling.

I felt frustrated and angry. Why Hera? Why would you do this to me? You knew that I would meet the goddess of memory, is this some sick joke? I felt too mad to keep cool, “What do you want me to tell you? I don’t remember anything! Not even myself! How could I tell you anything if I couldn’t recall much? All I want is to get my memory back and go home. That is my only wish for now…”

The chimeric hounds growled and jumped. I thought I was done for since as big of a beast as they were they would definitely kill me. I crouched, covered my head, and waited. Except, I could only hear the doors creak as they opened. I guess that's what they expect me to say. I trudged along feeling a bit awkward. It wasn’t dark for too long. After the doors closed, the dim lights from the room turned on. 

I found myself in the labyrinth of reflections as Heliodorus mentioned. Mirrors of all sorts filled the room like a fun house. It felt like waking through crystals— the mirrors glittered, and the ceilings and floors were all icy blue. Every step I took was loud and echoed through. I couldn’t dare to look at the mirrors if Heliodorus was right about the mirrors themselves. Yet, it was tempting. 

I looked towards one of the larger mirrors in the room. I couldn’t see my reflection. All I could see was a familiar camp burning down with bodies of people wearing orange and purple shirts lying lifeless on the ground. A goddess of some sort looked down at them and buried them along with the camp. Their final shrieks were enough for me to look away and find myself staring at another mirror. This one is a narrow, rectangular mirror. It displayed Annabeth hanging onto the edge of a cliff before falling into an eternal pit. I know it isn’t real, but I couldn’t stop myself from reaching through the mirror wanting to catch her. To my left, an even wider mirror revealed a man with blonde hair and a golden eye stabbing himself. I know that I should know him from somewhere yet I couldn’t recall. But the pain I felt seeing him die is something I could recall. 

Another one displayed a large, rugged guy held captive by people. Then, like a film, showed me running from the scene before a bright green fire devouring the ship. I sank to my knees as I watched. Was that me? Why didn’t I help him? Why couldn’t I save him or die with him? The scene was unbearable, so I turned around and saw yet another mirror. This time it showed a girl next to me taking off as I reached to stop her. She ran to an automaton’s foot and succeeded in turning it off but was electrocuted in the process. And I was there, at my place, doing nothing to save her. Real or not, how could I just let them die like that? I had hoped I wasn’t that bad of a person. My memories with Annabeth never felt as though she hated me. But, who was I to everyone? Everyone but her?

But the satyr and the cyclops. They called out for me. They cared enough to find me. However, no matter how much I cared about them in the past, I could never remember their names like Annabeth’s. Did I not care about them enough then? How many people have I forgotten? The mirrors seemed to cave into me, mercilessly displaying all my fears and guilt. All those people that I had the chance to save but never took it. All those people who could have lived if it weren’t for my choices. 

I felt a lump the size of a tennis ball choking me and warm tears flooded my eyes. I felt pathetic and miserable. I felt so caged in. I couldn’t help myself but gather my remaining strength and run as fast as I could from there. It was a bad idea to keep my eyes shut as I ran because the next thing I knew, I slammed head-on into another mirror. It was probably the largest out of all of them. There, I saw the most ideal life ever.

It was just me and Annabeth, cuddled up on a front porch as she read and I caressed her head. The ocean splashed gently, bringing about the smell of salty breeze. We both looked content and relaxed— and older too. Looking through the mirror is like seeing a piece of Elysium on Earth. That’s what I want. That’s what I desire. I want to keep staring at it forever. I don’t ever want to let go of this. I just want to be there so badly.

Yet another mirror materialized itself to my left. It was Annabeth again. She glowed brightly in her white dress. Another showed her laughing. More and more mirrors surrounded me and flooded me with images of her. I know it is a trick to let me stay even longer for gods know how long, but it’s definitely working. I can stay here for as long as I want, there’s no rush.

As soon as I thought that, one final mirror crept up and showed me many, and I mean many, people all in either orange or purple shirts. They all looked happy for a moment then their smiles were turned upside down. Fear struck their eyes and their once healthy figures stretched and turned ghastly. They attempted to reach through the mirror towards me. They shrieked, “The door. Get to the door!” and pointed to my left. I turned and saw another set of tall doors about to close. Through it, I saw what I could assume was Mnemosyne. I dashed and nearly made it before it closed shut. Thank you, scary people. 

Heliodorus was right. You couldn’t guess her age easily. Well, you couldn’t exactly figure out a god’s age but they do have a sort of humanly charm to them. As for Mnemosyne, she looked neither— just a perfect description of an eternal goddess. And her cloak, just wow, it did shimmer every color of existence. The room was littered with glass shards and fragments of every person’s memory all labeled with the person’s name. Weeping willows grew here and there. Pink carnations, white and purple hyacinths, and camellias nearly covered the place.

Up on the ceiling, 9 mosaic drawings encompassed a golden lyre. A writing tablet, a scroll and books, the aulos, a lyre and a crown of roses, a tragic mask, a woman with a pensive expression, a woman dancing while holding a lyre, a comedy mask, and a celestial globe. Just like outside, there were ribbons everywhere and a black spring.

“What is it that you need for you to come and seek me, child?” once again, Heliodorus was right. Her voice was soft yet overwhelming. I don’t know whether I should just ask for the water of truth or just run up to her and start crying. But I stayed firm and recollected my thoughts. This was it. These waters would be my ticket home.

Though her face was down, I attempted to maintain eye contact, “Hello, lady Mnemosyne,” I stuttered for a moment before continuing, “I’m sure you already know why I came here. Hera sent me-”

“For my water.” she interjected rudely. I was about to tell her off until she picked up one of the scattered ribbons and spoke, “Of course, what else would you need young hero?” she gave me a stern look. Her eyes were just as dark as her curly hair but her skin was pale. She got up, towering above me with words and letters shifting on her white dress, and started to wrap my right ring finger onto the ribbon she was holding. It was white and blank. She turned back to where she came from and regarded me intently before uttering, “Well? Go on.”

I was kind of confused, then I put one and one together and figured that once again I have to offer my memory. I mean, she is the goddess of memory, so what else does she want? I felt my face burning up and a golf ball-sized lump in my through forming. How many times do I have to tell the world I’ve got some memory loss? I felt like a fool throughout the quest. I dont want to explain myself again.

But her eyes, she looked like she knew. Her gaze softened, “I know what you are feeling. I know what she has put you through and her reasons for it. However, it is not impossible. Remember.”

 Why would you trust Hera when she couldn’t trust you? 

I felt my face getting hot with anger (and tears). Yet I couldn’t bring myself to lash out at the goddess in front of me. Even though I resented the idea, I caved in. Unlike before, it felt right. Her presence was warm and comforting though it still felt overwhelming. She listened as I rambled on about what I could remember. Whenever I felt stuck, something clicked. I could finally remember the satyr and the cyclops’s names, Grover and Tyson, and even the names of the people I saw in the mirrors. I remembered smelly Gabe and my mom. I remembered Chiron and the nymphs at camp. 

I never felt better. I was about to continue when in the corner of my eye, I saw faint light coming from the ribbon tied on my finger. It looked like a bunch of tiny scribbles. “What’s it doing?”

“Documenting your memories.” the goddess replied. “I think this is enough,” she said as she handed me a hydria filled with black water. “Now before you leave, remember that the truth is a burden just as much as a gift, choose who you want to reveal the truth to.”  

She directed me towards the exit and the way back up was just as quiet then. I felt relieved that the quest was over— all I have to do now is to give this to…Hera. I lay stretched upon the grass wondering how I’ll get back when something felt strange. I got my sword out ready in case another one of those gorgons attacked me. I tried to call out to whoever was out there, protecting the hydria. Without a warning, I felt a hand holding firmly onto my shoulder. 

I had just the worst headache when I woke up. I wasn’t in the forest, I was back in a familiar room.

“Good job, Perseus. And congrats on getting most of your memories, which I tried to make you lose. Temporarily .” she sneered.

I felt so pissed. After all that work, that’s what I get? “A thank you would be nice. Besides, why would you do this to me? Why do you need to do this to me?” 

“Does it really matter? Don’t question me and just do what I ask you to do. I want you to be up and ready for the next quest.”

“WHAT? Another one?” I yelled

“Do you want to prolong your trip home?” she retorted. I kept quiet. “Just do me this quest, this is also of great importance.” 

“And what is that?”

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I wish I could begin somewhere. But these past few weeks had been dreadful. Let me go back to where we left off. I just managed to complete a task Hera wanted me to get which was the water of truth from Mnemosyne. Long story short— I got the water and her ungrateful butt decided to send me on another task IMMEDIATELY after completing one. Best goddess of the year. Anyways, I had just made it to Kentucky when I heard the same, stupid screech.

“THERE YOU ARE!” Euryale cried.

She dove from the sky and nearly threw me off a building. Luckily, I got some sort of iron skin which prevents me from getting injured. I managed to put them off for a while until suddenly, I flew 13 feet up in the air.

“What the-?” I shrieked

I landed straight on my face. It hurt a lot. I was just coughing and gasping for air when I got flung off again. This time, I managed to see this new monster. It was a huge bull standing on its hind legs like a man, holding an (Ω) shaped weapon. I just managed to get up when a huge flock of loud birds flew above my head, biting me.

Usually, when I’m in a fight or flight mode I would fight. This time, however, is different. Besides the gorgons, I don’t know what that bull and these birds are and I’m not planning on staying around to find out more. So, I began to run. I managed to outrun them in an alleyway until I came face-to-face with them in an open urban area. The bull-man was about to charge at me, its face red with anger. 

“Here nice bull.” I said jokingly as I pulled off my jacket and lifted it up to my side like a bullfighter.

The bull charged straight at me though it missed me. However, the next couple attacks weren’t so lucky. The gorgons and the birds started to chip and tug on me, allowing the bull-man to charge straight at me, knocking me to the ground. If I needed to stop them, then I needed to trick them.

After the next face-plant to the earth, I managed to grab onto the bull’s human leg and climbed my way up to its back while it attempted to shake me off. I quickly covered its eyes which made him even angrier and yelled so loud, even the birds flew off. I’m not sure why they flew off, probably didn’t want to get attacked by Bull Man. With its anger it charged blindly at one of the gorgons who I’m pretty sure was Euryale and got its horns stuck onto a tree, locking it and Euryale firmly onto the big old tree. Stheno was just as easy to eliminate as always.

I decided to spare Bull Man and Euryale because killing them would give them a chance to attack me again. By leaving them there, I’m sure they would be there until they starve to death. I ran as far away as possible and caught a train heading to Indiana. Know I’m sure you guys are wondering, “Perseus, what’s this new quest is all about?” well, let me explain.

Around a week before that point, Hera demanded—I mean requested—that I have to get the Palladium from the remnants of Troy that is now currently residing in Washington D.C. Again, she doesn't explain why she needed it, but ordered me to fetch it. 

At least this time, there were massive improvements. She finally gave me a jacket to wear to keep me warm and better food supplies. That raised the bar a bit higher, don’t ya think? I hopped off the train somewhere just outside Chesterton. The station was nothing special—one of those sleepy Midwest stops that smelled like diesel and distant rain. I hadn’t planned on getting off there, but the weird thing was... I had to. My gut told me to. Or maybe it was my powers flaring up again, tugging like a fishing line hooked to my ribs.

By the time I made it to Indiana Dunes National Park, I was already soaked in lake wind. The air tasted salty, even though this wasn’t saltwater. Still, Lake Michigan stretched out like it thought it was the Aegean. Massive, moody, and ancient.

Something in the waves called to me.

I crouched near the edge, letting the water lap over my hand. My powers buzzed beneath my skin—stronger than they should’ve been. I hadn’t been near saltwater in days, but the energy here felt electric. I swirled my fingers. The lake answered like an eager puppy.

That’s when I knew something was off.

Not in a “monster-is-nearby” kind of way. More like the lake wanted me to believe I was stronger. More powerful. Like it was testing me.

But I didn’t sense a god. Not directly. And I could not find anyone around, especially since it was nearing midnight.

Which made it worse.

I wanted to leave, but I stayed firm like I was in a state of sleep paralysis. I stayed standing, not moving, not resting, waiting for whomever wanted to ambush me. It neared dawn. My legs felt swollen.

And there he was.

He was a tall, slender figure man with straw-colored hair. His presence screamed of a valiant and powerful warrior. I felt inferior to him. I felt I needed to prove something to him.

“They only remember our rage, never the love that birthed it.” The man solemnly said.

“Who are you? Why is your presence so… strong?” I asked.

“I am the son of Peleus and Thetis. I am the brave warrior who took down Hector son of Priam. I am Achilles the Achaean warrior.” the man continued, “We have indeed met before when you bathed in the river Styx back in Hades. You carry a curse as bad as mine, yet despite all the turmoil you faced in the second Titan war, You’ve managed to outlive your fate.”

“Sorry, wait, I don’t have all my memory intact, but now that you’ve mentioned it— I do recognize you from somewhere. Though I don’t understand why you're here. Something told me to be here, but while standing here for gods know how long, you were the first to approach me.”

“I’ve been told about your mishaps. Even more so, to teach you a lesson you won’t forget.”

“What do you mean?”

“I see in you the same fury I once held… but you hesitate. You grieve, yet you spare. You lead, but you break. Why do you still carry the curse, if you won’t use it fully? ”

I was shocked. I didn’t know what he meant by the curse. All I could understand was that he was ready to battle— obvious by his stance.

“The gods made you their champion. That comes with a cost. I died knowing I would be remembered. Would you do the same for her? For your Annabeth?” he continued to taunt.

I drew out my sword and took a fighting stance and he quickly understood me. 

Every slash was quicker than the last. Every blow got even more powerful. He would disappear to my right and reappear to my left as quickly as the winds. A feint at one moment, a jab at another. 

He was way too fast to keep up with. But I still managed to slash him. Strangely, it felt like I was back at Mnemosyne’s. Fighting him felt like fighting a personification of memory. With every thrust and attack, I could hear faint cries of somewhere— a city in chaos. I felt in agony hearing them cry. I wanted to help them. But more importantly— my sword could not pierce his skin. Is that the curse that we both share?

I pushed forth. Barely managing to keep up. All that standing hindered my performance. I prepared myself for the next set of screams with the next attack. This time, however, I heard something else,

“Your heart will break first, not your body.” 

That got me in some sort of rage. I can’t explain it, but knocking down Achilles would prove it.

“Aha! Got you!” I yelled valiantly.

Achilles stood up panting. His face gleamed with some sort of pride yet disappointment. He looked at me straight in the eyes fiercely, then let a soft smile,
“Then you are stronger than me, Perseus Jackson. The gods gave me rage. You were cursed with love. And you still carry it.”

Strong winds strung along and he slowly faded away. He left me bronze bracers in his place.