So this is my first PJO fanfic! I've just finished reading the final book, The Lost Hero, and once I found out another was coming out later this year, I had to write my own! So here it is – the completely NOT original Son of Neptune, from the PoV of Percy Jackson. Please read and review, and tell me what you think! CC is always appreciated.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Percy Jackson series, or any of the characters that are Rick Riordan's.

When he awoke, all he saw was endless white. He blinked against the brightness of the scene, and pulled the white covers over his head. He groaned and rolled over, not wanting to wake up anymore than possible.

"Get up," a voice growled, and he moaned again. He threw back the blankets and shielded his gaze from the sunlight.

Once his eyes had adjusted, he saw a girl standing in front of him. She was wearing... was that body armour? Her calloused hands were on her hips and her light brown hair was fiercely tied back into a tight ponytail.

"Percy Are you okay?" The girl asked, and she narrowed her hazel eyes at him. He blinked stupidly again, not really knowing how to answer her virtually impossible question. He searched through his memories, but they were only vague images of people he didn't know.

"I... I don't know," he muttered, sitting up and fully taking in his surroundings. He seemed to be in an infirmary, as there were people in medical outfits and injured children gathered all around the room. The bed beside him housed a boy with a full body cast who was mumbling something to the nurse next to him. He winced, and looked to his left. The girl there had blood streaming down her face, and looked to be unconscious.

Everywhere he looked there were people in old battle clothes.

"What do you mean you don't know? What's going on?" The girl pressed, her brow a furrowed line and her eyes possibly getting smaller.

"I don't know. I don't... I don't remember," the boy replied, trying to find something in his brain that was any type of title, any idea to what was going on. He came up short, again.

"That helps smartass. Who do you think you are, knocking yourself unconscious on our grounds, and then keeping secrets from us! Lupa doesn't care for weaklings, pup," she growled, and the boy frowned at her odd choice of words.

"Lupa?" The name sounded familiar on his tongue, but he had never heard it before in his life. He looked at the girl in confusion.

"The Leader of our camp, duh," she replied haughtily, looking at the boy. "Percy, what's changed? Grow up, and tell me what's going through that thick skull of yours. Do you remember who your godly parent is?"

His green eyes widened in surprise and doubt. He stood up, looking down at his bleak hospital gown. He had bare feet, and he had a few ugly, green bruises covering his arms.

"Godly parent? What are you talking about?"

"You ask a lot of questions, don't you? We'll get information out of you soon enough, Percy. We'll sort this out." The girl avoided his question and left the room just as a nurse came back in. She pushed him back down onto the bed with a scowl, and motioned to the white bandage on his head.

He hoped that his head wound was the reason for his sudden and obvious amnesia, and not something far more terrifying.

~o~

Lupa was not at all who he was expecting. A deadly wolf who could talk? That was not exactly on his list of possible camp leaders. He stared at the animal blankly, fighting the instinct to run as far and as fast as possible from her dull, endless black eyes and sharp claws.

"He's definitely not right, Reyna. But I think I know what he is," Lupa growled to the girl. Reyna bowed her head, and turned back to the boy, studying him. She tilted her head to the side, and her hazel eyes flickered green in the light.

"What are you doing here, Greek?" The wolf asked, and Reyna stared at him even more, wide eyed. He stared back at the two figures, not fully comprehending. Was 'Greek' supposed to mean something to him?

"Greek, Lupa? But that's Percy! Percy, who's been at camp for months! He can't be Greek."

"And how do you know he's been here for months, cub?"

"We've trained with him! He passed the test and he joined our camp. He was never claimed, so he stayed in Mercury Cabin. Just after he joined, Jason disappeared. We questioned Percy about it, and held him under trial, but he was proved innocent. How can you not remember this?"

"Dark forces of the gods are at work." The sky rumbled. "Reyna, Percy here is an infiltrator. He was sent here by the Greek camp – I believe that he has never even been here at all."

He was just about to question Lupa, when his breath was taken away by a flying shadow. And that was when Reyna pounced.

She seemed to fly through the air and land on top of him, holding his chest down with her knees. She put her hands on his shoulders and forced him to look at her. She looked into his eyes, and hers were hard and cold, filled with a malice that he didn't understand.

"Are you an infiltrator? Have you been sent by that pathetic excuse for a halfblood camp?" She screeched, her voice high pitched and her hands nearing his throat.

"I'm not... I'm not a halfblood; I don't know what you're talking about!" His mouth went slack as he looked at the two females. This was not a normal camp, but it had been a long day, he presumed. Could he be hallucinating? He couldn't remember. But he could remember was that gods, whether Greek or Roman, were not real.

"You don't know a lot of things do you, Greek?" She spat, as though it was the worst possible insult she could offer. To him, it was an old word he had vaguely heard in History class. Had he ever had a history class, or was in just a myth? His mind was so confused, he was beyond the point of caring.

"I know your name, pup, but that doesn't mean you've earned the right to stay here. You will be tested at dawn again, or so Reyna tells me. I'll expect you to fail and be food for my pack; surprise me, Greek." And with that, she slunk away, leaving Reyna scowling down at him. She raised her fist to land a punch on his jaw when Lupa called out again.

"Show him around camp, Reyna. Let Percy Jackson get acquainted with our members before he dies."

The girl clambered off of the boy, Percy, and looked down on him.

"Percy..." Percy muttered. It sounded right, like it fitted him. But who was Percy Jackson, and why couldn't he remember? It sounded familiar; he saw a boy with black hair and green eyes looking back at him, dressed in armour with an orange baseball cap.

"Let me show you around camp, then. Maybe the other soldiers in our Legion will rightfully kill you like Lupa should have done. Be careful, watch your back, and welcome to Camp Heroicus. Enjoy you delightfully short stay. We don't cope well with strangers."

And with that, Reyna lead Percy away from the infirmary and into the bright sunlight. He had a feeling he would need a map, and an ambulance.

~o~

"Everyone's at lunch at the moment, so you're lucky. They can't kill you for another hour." Percy winced at the mention of getting slaughtered again, and stared at the big camp. It dipped and dived, and seemed to go on for miles.

"These are our cabins," Reyna said, flourishing her arms wide as Percy gazed at the fierce looking homes with a newfound respect.

They were clean. They were perfect. They were virtually identical. Apart from the different symbols hovering over the doors, every cabin was exactly the same. There was a lightning bolt, a trident, an owl, and a dove, amongst other things.

"Are they always like this?" He stared at the rows of cabins, stretching in a semi circle around the middle of the Heroicus Camp.

"Yes; always. Lupa's punishments are severe if your inspection doesn't go... according to plan. Let me show you the different gods and goddesses."

Reyna lead him to the end of the row of the 20 cabins, which had a symbol of a star and a bed hovering above the door. He looked at it closely, and something stirred in his memories. Without thinking, Percy uttered one word.

"Hypnos."

"That's his Greek... equivalent," Reyna said cautiously, hesitating on the proposition that Hypnos could be the same god. "This is Somnus' cabin."

And they went through the row of the ten Roman gods. Every time they stood outside a cabin, Percy spoke what first came to his mind, and each time, he wondered how he knew. But most of all, he wondered why he just couldn't... remember.

There was Hypnos, Eros, Dionysus, Hephaestus, Hermes, Ares, Apollo, Hades, Poseidon and Zeus. Each time, Reyna corrected him.

"You stayed in the Mercury cabin, when you were last here. You went on a quest... and then you returned like this–" Reyna gestured to Percy's bandage.

"These are the goddess' cabins," his guide said, gesturing to the first building beside Zeus'. A small figure of a peacock floated just above the entrance.

"Juno is the goddess of marriage, so she doesn't have any demigod kids. It's really just here as a sign of respect and worship." Percy could have sworn that he had heard very similar words before, but he couldn't remember where or when.

And they travelled past the other nine goddess cabins, and Percy made the same mistakes as before. To him, they were simply Hera, Aphrodite, Athena, Artemis, Demeter, Hestia, Hecate, Nike, Eris and Nemesis.

"You're impossible," Reyna commented, narrowing her hazel eyes once more. The expression didn't suit her; Percy thought that maybe a kinder smile would help her face, but he didn't like his chances of that happening.

"Now for the tour of the rest of the camp, before the soldiers tear you to pieces, fuelled with chips and coke. Come on." The girl pulled Percy after her, and they went past the battleground, as she called it, and the coliseum. She led him past the shooting range and target practice, before stopping outside the stables.

Reyna pondered for a moment, before turning to Percy thoughtfully, with her finger resting on her chin. A devilish glint in her eye told him that her idea wasn't totally for his benefit. And it would probably be painful; or humiliating; or both.

"Take a look," she offered, and she moved out of the way of the door, a sneer on her face. As he moved into the stables, he almost screamed like a girl.

Pegasi. Real, live, wings 'n' all Pegasi. They were beautiful, Percy decided, but he was still convinced that they were a hallucination.

"That... they can't be...are those Pegasi?" Percy stuttered as footsteps echoed behind him. Reyna rested her hip on one of the stable doors and stroked the nose of a nearby horse. She grinned that same evil smile as he attempted to slow his heart rate.

"Yes. Beautiful creatures, aren't they? They need a lot of work, but it's worth it."

"I think I'm going to like it here," Percy dared to murmur as he tickled a night-sky black Pegasus, who whinnied and ducked his head.

"If you survive, that is," Reyna contradicted him, before leading him out of the stables. "We have a tour to finish before you're torn to pieces."

"Can you quit with the slaughtering stuff? It's giving me a nauseous headache," Percy grumbled. Reyna turned to him with one eyebrow raised. Percy tried t do the same, but ended up with what he presumed was a very odd expression on his face. Reyna laughed, and then stopped.

"No," she said abruptly, and she turned away as though Percy couldn't see the slight tears on her face.

~o~

"Okay, when they come out..." Reyna faltered as she looked towards the door. Percy shouted after her, chasing after her retreating shadow.

"Wait! What do I do when they-." He never had a chance to finish his sentence. A flood of kids in various armour and uniform filtered out of the large dining hall, full of energy and fuelled with, as Reyna had pointed out, coke and chips.

Percy didn't really like to admit it, but he didn't stand a chance again these fierce Roman warriors. He knew next to none fighting techniques, that he could remember at least, and had no weapons.

He was burnt Greek toast.

"Good luck, pup," a voice said ominously from beside him, but in the time it took him to turn around, Reyna was gone. He sighed outward, and looked under his dark eyelashes at the other people watching him intently.

They all wore purple tops and black shorts, like a casual gym kit, and were openly glaring at Percy. He hunched his shoulders and kept his head down as he walked past.

"Hey," a girl said, looking at him. She tilted her head like Reyna had done, and studied him. Romans seemed to like watching people.

She had dark blonde hair, and greyish blue eyes that narrowed as she took in his features. She was tall and slim, and somehow, Percy new that she would be the spoiled, popular one at high school. If he had ever been to high school.

As she watched him, her features changed from shock to fear to anger and settled on a burning hatred. Brilliant, Percy thought.

"Dakota," she said, offering her hand to shake. Percy took it cautiously, and as she did so, she pulled him to the floor with ease. "Welcome to Camp, weakling. Hey, guys!" She called, and all the people near us turned and stood to attention. It seemed like she was their leader.

"It seems like we have a guest – and from what Lupa has told me, an unwelcome guest. Percy Jackson is a Greek, and a traitor! Anyone want to give me any reasons why we should, or shouldn't, kill him?"

She smiled a shark-like smile, and looked around the group as they studied Percy like others before them.

Dakota didn't even need to give the order. One by one, the whole force of the nearby campers crashed into Percy. He saw the glint of a hundred blades, spears and fierce looking armour before everything went deathly silent.

As you can see, I've gone with the angle that everybody believes that Percy was already there. I hope you liked it! The next chapters are ready, and soon we will get to see Percy in all his gladiator glory!

Read, review and enjoy!

*~LoveLikeHades~*