𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓! [pjo]

II; forgotten memories

━━━𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

.・゜゜・───・゜゜・．

"She needs a medic."

    Percy's arm was still wrapped around Cal, though this time it was her waist. They were trudging through the camp, almost at the Principia. Whatever that was. At one corner of the crossroads stood the most impressive building—a two-story edge of white marble with a columned portico like an old-fashioned bank. Roman guards stood out front. Over the doorway hung a big purple banner with the gold letters SPQR embroidered inside a laurel wreath.

"Your headquarters?" Percy asked.

Reyna faced him, her eyes still cold and hostile. "It's called the principia."

She scanned the mob of curious campers who had followed them from the river.

"Everyone back to your duties. I'll give you an update at evening muster. Remember, we have war games after dinner."

    Reyna turned back to Percy and Cal, looking them over with a cold eye.

    "Hazel, get medicine and bandages, then come back. I want your report on what happened. We'll patch her up in the Principia." She turned to Frank, "Go to the armory. I'll call if I need you."

    Frank looked like he wanted to fight, but instead he just nodded and walked off. Hazel was already gone.

    The Principia was even more impressive inside. On the ceiling glittered a mosaic of Romulus and Remus under their adopted mama she-wolf (Lupa had told Percy that story a million times). The floor was polished marble. The walls were draped in velvet, so Percy felt like he was inside the world's most expensive camping tent. Along the back wall stood a display of banners and wooden poles studded with bronze medals—military symbols, Cal guessed. In the center was one empty display stand, as if the main banner had been taken down for cleaning or something.

    What really caught her eye though were the two pure silver and gold dogs. They sat like statues, flanking either side of the long table, but Cal had a feeling they weren't just statues. That feeling was confirmed when they growled and she jumped. Percy squeezed her waist a little harder, and she could tell he was fighting back a smile. She nudged him lightly.

    Hazel came in carrying a bowl filled with medical supplies, and as Reyna and Percy talked Cal was led over to a chair. Hazel kneeled in front of her, rolling up her pants.

    "You can cut my pants if that's easier," Callahan said. "They're long gone anyway"

Hazel looked up and nodded, slipping a thin knife along the seam of her jeans. Once the denim was away from her ankle, which was no dark purple and resembling a tennis ball in size, she started to wrap Cal's ankle in white bandages. Percy came and stood behind her chair when she hissed.

    "No memory? No memory at all?" Reyna asked. Cal looked up from staring at the floor and shook her head.

    "Fuzzy bits and pieces," Percy glanced at the hounds, then at Calanthia. His only memory was of Cal, laughing, with her arm wrapped around a blonde girl's shoulders, Annabeth, the both of them grinning ear to ear.

    "Most of what you described is normal for demi-gods." Reyna spun her dagger, "but I've never heard of some losing their memory. How did you two find Camp Jupiter?"

    Hazel tapped Cal's arm, handing her a cup. "It's powdered unicorn horn. It will speed up the healing process."

    Cal nodded and gulped down the drink. It tasted slightly like sea salt and lavender.