You and Percy had arrived to camp some days ago, and your memory as well as his were a fuzz. You couldn’t remember anything, at least Percy remembered a girl, Annabeth he said her name was. Lucky bastard he was to remember at least someone.

Once you entered Camp Jupiter and were accepted in, you tried to remember and practice. When you grabbed a bow, you felt like you should know how it worked. You should know to shoot perfectly. It felt familiar and so unknown.

It was mid afternoon when you were practicing, Percy was doing Percy stuff. And you grabbed a bow and went to try and shoot the arrow and aim it at the bullseye.

You felt familiar to your surroundings and take a deep breath to shoot. You open your eyes, and just when you were about to shoot. Someone tapped your shoulder startling you and completely missing the center. You scowl.

You turn around and see Frank, a camper of Camp Jupiter he’s a nice guy. He’s been welcome to you and Percy with his friend Hazel. He’s the closest you have to friends here. He looked embarrassed.

“sorry for that, I was just wondering if you knew who your godly parents is? You look like you know what you’re doing though you said it was your first time using it.” He said, he also had a bow and arrows.