Hey! This is a sort-of sequel to the last chapter of my other story, The Price, so if you haven't read that, you should check it out! (Although you don't really need to have read that to read this. All you need to know is: Percy and Annabeth were dead. Hooray!) But anyway, without further ado:
Warmth. That was the first thing he was aware of; it was something luxurious, a pleasant feeling that slowly spread from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. He peeled his eyes open and blinked, taking a moment to adjust to the bright light. As he squinted up at the light blue color spread out above him, a single word slammed into his brain: sky.
And, with it, another word: sunlight.
Instinctively, he sat up, and then he beheld the angel by his side, with curly blonde hair and gray eyes that were blinking at him.
Another word: Annabeth. And with this word came memories: of underwater kisses, of laughing together, of her kisses and her judo flips, and of a thousand other things besides, but the strange thing about these memories was that this angel—Annabeth—was the only other thing in them. He struggled to recall the places these memories had been made in, but he couldn't remember anything besides…Annabeth. Not that he disliked remembering Annabeth, but it was annoying to not remember anything else.
He sighed internally. Whoever you are that messed with my brain, thanks for the memories, he thought sarcastically.
That was when Annabeth spoke. "Percy?"
Five letters only, but as they reached his ear they became a kaleidoscope of swirling sounds and sights and thoughts; a thousand times people had called his name—and he blinked. Between one moment and the next, he remembered, oh—I'm Percy.
Percy said, "Annabeth?"
A slow expression of confusion spread across her face. "What—where are we? Why can't I remember anything?"
A shadow of thought crossed Percy's mind, almost as if he had heard, or even spoken, those words before, but the flash of remembrance passed as quickly as it had come, and he shook his head. "I don't know. Well, I remember you, but not much else. Wise Girl," he added, smirking.
Annabeth smiled at him; Percy remembered a thousand other times she had done that very thing. "That's my Seaweed Brain."
Disoriented by the flood of memories that were threatening to overwhelm him, Percy smiled back, but stood up, looking around. Trees, grasses, clouds—everything felt new to him. "Where are we?"
Annabeth smacked him upside the head, something he wasn't entirely unfamiliar with. "I just asked that, Seaweed Brain."
Percy shrugged. "It was a good question. Seriously, though…" He scanned his surroundings. The two of them were in a grassy clearing, dotted with trees and domed in all around by a clear blue sky. It looked like something out of a postcard, but all Percy wanted to do was get out of said postcard.
Annabeth was shaking her head anxiously when he looked back at her. "I have no idea where we are. We could be anywhere."
Percy shrugged, again. "Well, there's only one way to find out." Determinedly, he began striding toward the trees.
At least, he was, until something jumped out at him.
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PS: I bet Percy's subconscious is like, NOT THE AMNESIA AGAIN! xD
