Yay! My first story on FanFiction! Please review your thoughts (while remembering that I am a human with feelings.) Also, tell me who you would like me to do next! Jason? Annabeth? Piper? Hope you enjoy!

Percy

It was the end of an average day at Camp Half-Blood, and Percy Jackson was saying goodnight to his girlfriend Annabeth Chase.

"Goodnight, Seaweed Brain," smiled Annabeth, sliding her arms over Percy's shoulders and lacing her hands together at the back of his neck.

Percy smiled down at his girlfriend, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. She stared endlessly in his eyes, her thoughtful gray eyes sparkling with happiness and love as she smiled gently at Percy. Her curly blonde hair was tied in a messy ponytail at the back of her head.

"Goodnight Wise Girl," Percy used his favorite nickname for her.

He leaned in to kiss her, and they kissed for what seemed like an eternity. Annabeth finally pulled away, and smiled up at Percy once more with the grin he had fallen in love with.

"Don't you go running off on me in the night, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth joked with a mischievous glint her eyes.

Percy raised his arms in mock surrender. "I wouldn't dream of it!"

Annabeth smiled, gave Percy one more quick kiss on the lips. "See you in the morning, Percy!"

Percy watched as Annabeth turned, and treaded back towards cabin 6, the Athena cabin. He sighed happily, and turned to go into his own cabin.

As Percy got ready for bed, he replayed his day with Annabeth in his head. They had eaten breakfast at their separate tables, and then gotten together to train. They had raced up the climbing wall, being careful not to get spewed by the lava. They had had a sword fight, Percy with Riptide and Annabeth with her dagger. They had continued like this throughout the morning, attempting to do archery, having races, even trying to play basketball. Needless to say, Percy and Annabeth were very competitive.

After lunch, Percy had taught some of the younger kids sword fighting, and Annabeth had retreated back to the Athena cabin to put some finishing touches on her Mount Olympus designs.

After dinner, they had gone for a romantic walk along the beach.

Yes, thought Percy as he climbed into his bunk and drifted off to sleep, today was a good day.

Percy woke up in the middle of the night with the strangest feeling that he was needed somewhere. He glanced at the digital clock that sat beside his bed. It read 3:43am. Unsure of what he was doing, Percy pulled himself out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans and one of his orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirts. He felt his legs walk him towards the door, and he pushed it open and crept outside.

It was eerily quiet outside, and Percy realized that he must be the only person awake at the entire camp. He had never seen Camp Half-Blood so quiet, though he had never been outside so late at night during his time at camp either. The threat of the cleaning harpies had been enough to keep him inside.

Surprisingly though, none of the cleaning harpies came to eat Percy as he crept silently past the mess hall and down toward the shore. He smiled to himself. Of course, he was going to the beach. It made sense that the beach was Percy's favorite place, given that he was the son of Poseidon and all. Still, it was disconcerting that Percy had no idea where he was going, as if his legs were walking themselves.

Finally, Percy arrived at the beach and sat down in the soft sand. He stared out into Long Island Sound. Percy felt like he was waiting for something, though he didn't know what.

Even though he heard nothing, Percy felt the presence of someone behind him. He turned to see a lady walking towards him. She was at least seven feet tall, and she had a face that radiated beauty and power. Percy knew right away that he was in the presence of a goddess.

Somehow, Percy didn't find it perturbing that there was a goddess walking towards him. In the dead of the night, it seemed a very likely thing to happen. As he watched, the woman shrank back to average size, though she was still tall. Her expression was one of superiority and power, as if she was usually above meeting with mortals like Percy. She had on a flowing white gown, and a golden crown adorned her long black hair. She was covered in golden jewelry: golden bangles that went around her wrists and arms, golden ring that surrounded her long fingers, and gold earrings were threaded through her ears. She stared down at Percy as if she was expecting something from him.

Percy looked away. "Hera."

"Indeed, Perseus Jackson," she said regally.

"What do you want?" Percy snapped, not in the mood to deal with a goddess.

The corner of Hera's mouth twitched. "Right down to business, I see."

Percy glared up at her. They had never gotten along.

"Right," Hera said, and to Percy surprise, she sat down next to him.

"Percy Jackson," Hera said, staring him right in the eyes, "It would seem that the gods are in some need of assistance."

"Again?" Percy raised an eyebrow, "Not like them to come out and admit it."

"Indeed," agreed Hera, "But the gods do not know I am here, I am no messenger. Zeus would be simply enraged if he knew I was here. He has called off all contact between gods and demigods. No, they do not know I am here."

"Then why are you here?"

"Because, child, you are part of my plan."

"Your plan?"

"The next great prophecy is beginning, and I need my heroes. Seven of them."

"The next great prophecy?" asked Percy, "The first prophecy Rachel told last summer? Seven Half-Bloods must answer the call..."

"To storm or fire the world must fall…" Hera finished, "Yes, yes that one."

"But y-you said you needed your heroes. You mean that… I'm part of that prophecy? I'm one of you heroes?"

"Yes, demigod," Hera said, "Yes you are."

"So I'm one of the seven-?"

"Yes, you pea-brain, you are!" exploded Hera, "How many times does it take for you to get that?"

"Yeesh," Percy said, "Sorry."

Hera already seemed to have forgotten about her anger. "Yes, Percy Jackson, you are a big part in my plan. An exchange. An exchange to bring the camps together. It is dangerous, very dangerous, but must be done. Though Zeus will be furious when he finds out…"

"The two camps?" asked Percy. "An exchange? Hera, what are you talking about?"

Hera glared at him. "You should start to know me as Juno, child. As for exchanges… You will be exchanged with the son of the sky, my gift. I need him to bring my heroes together. The forge, and the dove."

Percy gaped at Hera. "You're crazy," he said.

Hera raised her eyebrows at him. "Maybe so, young hero, but my words will all make sense soon enough. I have my reasons for everything I do. As for you, Perseus Jackson, your part has started. The exchange. I will have to wipe your memory."

"Wipe my memory? Of what?"

Hera stared at him gravely. "Everything."

"Everything?" Percy's eyes bugged out. "But… Camp… Annabeth… Quests-"

Hera held up her hand for silence.

"I will not steal your memories," Hera said, "I will only hide them in your mind, where you cannot see them. They will come back to you in time. It is the only way. It is all part of my plan."

Percy looked at her in shock. "You really are insane!"

Hera glared at him. "My plan has commenced, son of the sea god, you are the first step. Are you ready to lose your memories?"

Percy tried to back away, but it was too late. Hera thrust an arm out towards him, and he collapsed. He was so going get Hera the next time he saw her. He felt his memory fade away, his mind go blank. The last things he saw before his world dissolved into darkness were Annabeth's piercing grey eyes.