Thins were supposed to be easy! Black and white! The war was over! THE SECOND WAR WAS FINALLY OVER AND PERCY JACKSON WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ABLE TO RELAX NOW.

Those were the thoughts going through his head until he met Octavian.

For the second time.

Except this time the 20 year old was huddled in fetal position on the steps of the big house mumbling how he didn't understand how he got there or who he was. And who got dragged into this?

Percy did.

BECAUSE EVERY PROBLEM AT CAMP HALF BLOOD IS A PERCY PROBLEM APPARENTLY! EVERY STINKING PROBLEM!

Including the nitwitted evil blond who was blubbering like a baby on the porch.

"He's lost his memories. Of course thats for the best. Why he was brought to life we'll never know, unless the gods would like to give us some clues. At least he has no memory of the way he used to be, that is not something that needs to be brought up to him. Maybe some good will be had out of him if he learns how to be a decent human. One can always hope, at least." Chiron said as Percy rocked impatiently back and forth on his feet.

"Do I have to do this? Do I really have to do this?" Percy whined.

"If anyone knows how to be a decent human being its you." Chiron said with a smile. Percy sighed.

"Get up Octavian."

"Is that my name?" Octavian asked, standing up and looking cowardly. Of course, Octavian had always looked like a coward. But now his blue eyes held true hurt and confusion.

"Are we sure this isn't just an act?"

"Take him to the Hypnos cabin and have Clovis check him out to be sure." Percy scowled a little, having no interest in babysitting the moron in front of him. He brought him to the Hypnos cabin. After waking Clovis up he confirmed that Octavian's memories were completely gone. That was just FINE by Percy.

"Where am I?" Octavian asked.

"Camp Half Blood."

"Where is that?"

"New York."

"Oh."

"Who am I?"

"I'll tell you later." Percy said, annoyed. He took Octavian back to the big house.

"If you don't let him sleep in here I will leave him in the middle of Manhattan alone." Percy threatened Chiron. Chiron chuckled.

"Okay Okay I get it. We'll fix him up a room. You can teach him about being a demigod and stuff tomorrow. And Percy? Thank you for your help. You're one of my favorite students. Don't forget that." Percy smiled despite the awful favor he'd been roped into. How could he say no to Chiron?

"No problem." Percy said faking a smile and then thinking about how "fun" it would be teaching Octavian how to be decent human being. Octavian was the least polite person Percy knew and he wasn't sure if he could be a good teacher for the piece of scum known as Octavian.

At least he was starting with a blank slate. Octavian wouldn't, or at least shouldn't, remember his hatred of the Greeks and his love of being despicable and nasty. Maybe Amnesiac Octavian would be nice and treat people with respect. Or maybe Octavian 2.0 would be even worse than Octavian 1.0. Maybe he'd be a complete jerk to everyone at camp.

Percy sighed. Whatever the outcome, it wouldn't be easy.

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