AN: This is AU, so there is no Camp Jupiter (Written before end of Lost Hero read) Warning: really short
Disclaimer: Even this computer isn't mine!

Memoriam

He awoke to sounds of doctors bustling about, checking his pulse and breathing, confused. He remembered a girl, his name, and everything until he turned 12. He remembered a pen, too. He found it in his pocket a few seconds ago. But what happened? 4 years, with 3 things. The girl…, maybe a girlfriend? Crush? Friend? A pen… he finally remembered it was a sword? What? He thought, "Okay, let's start with what I know. My mother is Sally Jackson and my father… Poseidon? What? My school is… Well High School, or something of that sort. I can't read, from dyslexia and I have ADHD. I am 16 years old. Last summer, I… what? Where did that come from? Wait what? Kronos being sent to Tartarus? The Curse of Achilles? The girl,… Annabeth? My girlfriend? Camp… Half-Blood. Delphi Strawberry Service. I have to go there for the answers." He asked the doctors if he could go now that he was awake. Since he had no injuries, for some reason, he was allowed.

He hailed a taxi to go to "Delphi Strawberry Service. Sir, can you take me there?"

The taxi driver replied "If you have $10."

Percy found a 20 dollar bill in his jeans, which he gave to the driver. He was taken there, where he saw Annabeth, practicing fighting in the arena. He thanked the driver, and off he went.

Annabeth spotted him, and asked, "Percy? Is that you?"

He replied, "Um… yes. You are Annabeth, right?"

Confused by his answer, she asked, "Seaweed Brain, what's wrong?"

He simply replied, "Amnesia."

AN: Pretend that once you reach 16 your scent becomes less and less traceable for monsters as a demigod.