Artemis.. the name had always sounded familiar. Fantasma had hated not being able to place it. And people at home only said it in hushed tones, but now it seemed like some fog had cleared. A memory he couldn't remember, one that wasn't his. Indeed a strange thing.

Fantasma sighed as he sat in the darkness that covered his mindscape. He knew he could leave if he tried hard enough, but it was like something was telling him to stay longer. And so he did.

"So, this is what rebirth is like?" A man stood in front of Fantasma. He wore classic Greek armor made from steel and celestial bronze, a mix that Fantasma seen all over his father's palace. His helmet vaguely resembled a lion. But what drew Fantasma's attention was the weapons on the Greek warrior. On their back was a quiver with a bow to match. At his side was a hunting knife, and on his thigh was what looked like a crossbow.

"Who are you?" Fantasma stood, keeping some distance between the two beings.

"I don't remember exactly." Said the man. "But I do remember is that name, so how do you know it?"

"Whispers. And that memory." The two stared at each other.

"How is father?" Asked the warrior.

"Strict." Said the soldier. "What do I call you?"

"For now, Anamnìseis."

"Ok, let's ignore the irony there then. I'm Fantasma."

"You should awaken soon. The poison is almost out of your systems."

"Right."

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When Fantasma awoke, he felt bare. His equipment was removed along with his mask. He shot up, startling the daughter of Zeus as he went.

"Um... you shouldn't be moving," Thalia told him.

"The poison left my body 2 minutes and 28 seconds ago. Therefore moving will just make me sore." He grabbed his vest muttering. "Program(rebuild): start."

"How do you know that?" She was honestly impressed by that.

"Math and experience. What time is it?"

"Almost 5 in the morning." Fantasma nodded as he grabbed his mask and repeated the process on it before putting both on. He then grabbed his empty clips.

"Program(reload): start." When each clip was full, he loaded his guns and put the extra into his vest. Thalia watched with interest. "You might want to duck for this next part."

"Why?" She did so, but the only answer she got was Fantasma placing his hand on a pocket saying:

"Program(return): start." A switchblade flew into the tent and his waiting hand. Yelps and screams followed the blade.

"Ok, that is really cool!" Thalia stood back up.

"Thanks." Then the son of Poseidon, jack if memory recalled ('which I do' added Anamnìseis), barged in.

"That flying knife could have killed me!" The boy yelled. Fantasma just shrugged at the son of the sea.

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Ok, so admittedly I'm updating earlier than I usually do, but I finished school like three hours faster than usual and have nothing else to do.

Anyway, this week's guidebook chapter is preset because it's my birthday Saturday. I've said that so much this month. Anyhow, I'm answering your questions. So you can ask you questions via comments, my page, or by messages.

-Red