Darkness. All around him. There was nothing. He couldn't see, hear, or feel anything anymore. Am I dead? He wondered about that for a while. A while turned into days, days into years, and years into lifetimes. At least it felt like it; time had no meaning here. Faint memories would drift in and out of focus, faces mostly. One face though, just this one, had a name attached to it. Annabeth. He wondered who she was. She feels important... I think. When her face began to dissolve, as all the others before hers, he desperately clung to it. Why am I doing this? He thought. Yet he clung to that image and that name so forcefully he began to lose bits of himself. What bits, he was unsure of, but he knew somewhere deep down that he would regret losing those bits. It was worth it. A tiny, little voice seemed to whisper in the back of his mind. He had her face to keep now, forever. Or however long this nothingness will last. As soon as the thought crossed his mind, something happened. He could feel. What am I on top of? He wondered. Grass. Where did that come from? Was it a memory? As he laid there on this... grass stuff, more memories drifted in. Simple things really, common knowledge. He remembered nothing of his personal life. Sound was the next to return to him. Then smell. I can hear the birds, and smell the trees. He felt happy to have these small luxuries. Then he noticed a sound. Someone was attempting to get his attention.
"Open your eyes, open them young pup. There you go, yes, that's it. Now look into my eyes... good. What's your name young pup?"
He was confused at first. The creature was a wolf, female, of that he was sure. No. What had confused him was her question. Name? Yes, I had one of those. What was it again? Oh. Right. He took a second or two to work himself up to speaking.
"My name is Percy Jackson."