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Frederick Chase always forgot.

Little things, big things, he always forgot about them. Sometimes it wasn't so bad, just where his car keys were and such. Sometimes it was worse, his notes for a lecture, but even then it could be worse.

But sometimes it was really bad.

Like now.

He kept forgetting. Forgetting Annabeth. Forgetting her birthday (July 23), forgetting her middle name (Rose), forget forget forget.

On the bad days, he even forgot when she died (January 19th).

On the really bad days, Frederick forgot that he'd even had a daughter at all. He hated himself for it.

And he could see that the rest of the world was forgetting, too.

He was one of the only mortals allowed in New Rome, and every year on August 31st they had a festival to remember the heroes of the Second Giant War.

He was old old old, a Lar now. Dead dead dead, too. He could see some people didn't even know who Annabeth was, not the faintest clue. And at least she had a major legacy to her name, rebuilding Olympus and New Rome after it had burned down. Most didn't even know her actual name, and she was the most well remembered nowadays.

It was August 31st now, so many many many years later.

"Wait...what was the Prophecy called?"

"What were the heroes names again?"

"Anna...Annabell...Race...yeah, Annabell Race was one I think!"

Frederick considered the name given. Annabell...that sounded familiar. Had his daughter's name been Annabell?

Yes, he decided, her name had been Annabell.

And so one of the greatest demigod heroes of our time was left behind, abandoned in the sands of time, forgotten in the dust.