Here you go! The point of view setup is the same as it was in The Lost Hero, but it's got more characters' points of view to get in. This is based on The Lost Hero, as it is a FanSequel, as I've dubbed it. I hope you like this! By the way, read my character page first. That has the disclaimers and the character descriptions. Well, for now, here's chapter one!

I- Fiona

Fiona was getting more worried by the day for her closest friend. A week or so ago, he must have taken a blow to the head or something, because he couldn't remember a thing. Not one. She had to remind him of everything: how he was a child of the Roman god, Neptune, how she was a kid of the Roman god, Venus, that they went to the Demigod Training Facility in a secret campsite in Rome, how they had been best friends since they had been five- and she even had to remind him that his name was Percy Jackson and that he was sixteen years old.

"Are you feeling okay, Percy?" she had asked him the morning he became an amnesiac.

All he could reply with was, "Who- who are you?"

She was worried sick. That morning, she only spent fifteen minutes getting ready as she slipped on her purple Training Facility t-shirt and her designer jeans and did her hair. Her cabin mates were still deciding on their outfits when Fiona zipped out the door.

"Percy? Remember anything?" she asked, as she met up with him at breakfast.

Percy shook his head miserably. "Sorry, uh…"

"Fiona," she reminded him understandingly.

She tried to be as nice to him as possible. She figured it would be pretty stressful to suddenly not remember anything about your life story.

"Right- Fiona," Percy said. "Listen, I know you're probably getting frustrated with all these questions, but are you absolutely sure I belong here? Because… I… I can't shake the feeling that I don't."

"I'm positive," she replied. She smiled at him, but he didn't smile back.

"I mean… I trust you and everything," said Percy, "but I just… it's all so vague… I couldn't even remember my name… you remember my sixth birthday?"

"Yeah," Fiona replied, tapping into her memories. "You almost fell on the cake that the Ceres kids made for you."

"Ceres… that's Demeter, right?"

Fiona grew even more worried. Ever since he lost his memory, he'd been spouting out all the old Greek terms for things, like he somehow had some weird Greek sense or something.

"Uh… yeah," said Fiona. "Uh… Demeter."

"And… what about my tenth birthday?" asked Percy inquisitively.

She recalled it. "You got a new sword for your birthday that year. I charmspoke the Vulcan kids into making you one."

"It's… it's so bizarre…" said Percy, shaking his head. "All these events… you remember my birthdays better than I do…"
"I'm sorry, Percy," she said sympathetically.

"Wait, Fiona," said Percy. "You said the kids here speak Latin?"

"Yeah," Fiona said. "Natural for us here. Don't tell me you forgot how to speak Latin, too?"

Though, to be honest, Fiona couldn't really remember Percy speaking Latin. She put it off to her ADHD.
"Don't know a single word," Percy groaned.

Fiona decided to try to tap into his memories. "Don't tell me that you don't remember this? Ego contemno Mars casa!"

One of the Mars kids shot her a dirty look.

"I'm sorry, Fiona… what did you say?" Percy asked desperately.

Fiona sighed. "I said… I said 'I hate the Mars cabin'."

"Look, I'm really sorry, Fiona, I just don't know what to do…" Percy said.

He cupped his face in his hands and didn't say a word for the rest of breakfast. In a way, Fiona was glad. The last thing she wanted to do was teach her friend all the stuff he had learned eleven years prior.