Remember When?

I sighed as the sun set in the distance. I laid curled up with a soft, warm blanket wrapped around me on the same bed I had apparently used 700 years ago. The stress of being so close to the people who had tried to keep me locked up in this cabin had distracted me, but now I am alone.

I tried to fit together some sort of timeline as to what had happened, but every time I tried I would forget or get distracted.

I thought about how I had gotten a warm hug earlier. How I had gotten many warm hugs earlier from people, who I had been told by my mother, were bad.

In the back of my head a small voice asked a question, do you really think they would keep you just because you are a valuable demigod?

I had been so broken by the single memory of begging mother to make me forget. My life was so puny that I snickered at the idea.

But then I thought about it.

And the more that I thought about their intentions, the more everything made just a little more sense. I didn't have enough to piece it together, I still had one question to answer before I could do that.

What am I?

~

The wind blew in my hair. I sat on the beach with Randol and Christan, who blabbered on about some things that had happened in the last 700 years.

"Yeah, there was a war where Triton nearly overthrew Poseidon, but that stopped. Then there was a war where Chrysaor, our father, nearly killed Orion for fun and that pissed off the Titans. We got targeted, we were only 6 so there isn't much we can say," Randol explained as Christan nodded.

"What about the demigods?" I questioned.

They looked at one another, "The gods forced them to stay out of it. I'm going to be 100% Stark with you, they rarely let demigods fight anymore because they worry that what happened to you will happen to one of us."

"Yeah," Christan chimed in, "but now that you are awake things might change."

I thought about that, not really what I had expected. I was expecting them to say, 'Chad kicked the Minotaur in the ass,' or 'Quinn got blown up by a few dozen emperousa, but not before shooting a traveller in the knee.'

I looked at my hands, and then to the ocean, "Why can't I leave camp?"

"Because even Zeus ordered you to stay," Christan replied blankly. I stared at him.

"When?" I asked him finally, not remembering when he had.

Randol stared at the PB and J sandwich he ate, "700 years ago."

Made sense.

"Why did they order me to stay?" I questioned, thinking I could milk some more information from them.

Christan grinned, "Nice try, but for now I can't help you with anything."

I glared at the ocean, wanting to say something harsh or mean, but I knew that none of the demigods were at fault. From the way the mortals were being treated, I could see why everyone is so reluctant to tell me things the gods told them not to.

I tried to stand up, Randol stood up too but he was too late to catch me fall. I landed on my knees.

I stared at the sand for a few seconds. My legs just gave out on me, why would that happen?

Randol looked at me, "You good?"

I sighed and nodded, then tried to stand once again. I nearly tripped again, Christan helped me.