Reborn (a PJO and HoO fanfic)

by Silverwolf1231

The Isles of Blest: Paradise for the good souls who have made it through 3 times in life. Unsurprisingly, the heroes of Olympus all make it to Elysium and live an afterlife of luxury. After a century though, they decide to request for rebirth. But when enemies arise in the world above, how will these reborn heroes learn of their role in a demigod battle when they reborn mortal?

1. Washing Away the Memories

Milk. Milk was all Percy had in mind when he stared at the churning waters of the Lethe. To give him credit, it did look somewhat like a mixture of milk and water, swirling as it made its way lazily down to an unknown region of the Underworld. Blood red poppies lined the banks of the river, their distinct color piercing the thick fog as they swayed to an invisible breeze.

Percy had experienced the pains of 4 of the 5 famed rivers of the Underworld so far and only the Lethe remained undiscovered. He felt more and more uneasy as he felt a thick blanket of fog cover him and heard the hypnotizing rhythm of the water. Little voices whispered in his ear, snippets of his past life telling him to give up, that he wouldn't make it. He started to despair, the weight of the memories dragging him down. Then he felt a light pressure on his hand, snapping him back to reality.Hey Seaweed Brain. Percy looked up and saw her, the love of his life, his mortal point. Annabeth. One word formed on his mouth as he ogled at her, drinking her image in. Even as a ghost, she was beautiful, her tanned skin stretched over lean muscles and honey blond curls framing her face that hosted those wide, calculating grey eyes. As he stared, she smiled knowingly at his expression and slapped his incorporeal arm playfully.Like what you see? she said with a wink. If ghosts could blush, Percy would have. Annabeth's tinkling laugh echoed throughout, dissipating some of the fog, providing more insight on their surroundings. Her smile faded away, casting her gaze down at her feet, reminded of the task before them. Staring longingly, Percy wrapped his arms around her waist, desperately drawing her closer to him. He reached his ghostly hand under her chin and gently brought her head up to look at him as she embraced him. Leaning forward, the couple closed the distance between them, locking their lips in one last sweet kiss. Their lips moved against each other in perfect rhythm, searching for something they know will always be there. After what seems hours on end, they finally broke apart, feeling satisfied. Hand in hand, Percy and Annabeth knelt down on the banks of the Lethe and reached for the delicate cups that had materialized from the mist. They both scooped a little bit of the swirling river water in their cups, careful not to touch the liquid with bare skin. With one last aching gaze, the couple clinked cheers and poured the mixture down their throats.

Spinning... Swirling... Spiraling away...

Then there was darkness.

Somewhere far, far away, a newborn's first cry rang out in the hospital room.

A/N

Hey everyone! I hope you liked the first chapter of Reborn! I know, such a creative title, right? This is my first fanfic yet so bear with me please and I will try to follow through with it. Please comment your opinions down below and I hope you have a great day!

DISCLAIMER:

All characters (other than the OC's of course) are of the awesome Rick Riordan from the PJO and HoO series.