Hey, this is just a quick little thing that came to me while I was looking at one of burdge-bug's sketches on deviant (you should really go look at her stuff by the way, her Percy Jackson stuff's amazing!). When I found out that Percy was missing in the Lost Hero I nearly died, and then I found out he'd lost his memory. I can't even imagine what it would be like to wake up with no memory, and the fact it happened to Percy is even worse D:

This is my first ever Percy Jackson fic though, so I'd love to know how I did with it- should I never attempt to write Percy Jackson again, or should I venture back onto Olympus? :L

Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Percy Jackson :(


Percy 'No-Name', as he'd dubbed himself, sat on the low bunk-bed in the Neptune barracks and scrunched his toes into the wooden floorboards, trying to make sense of his jumbled thoughts. It had been three days since he'd woken up in a camp for Roman Demi-Gods and things weren't making any more sense than they had when he'd arrived.

First there'd been a talking wolf, which was really weird. Then it got even worse, with some terrifying girl who loved pointy things challenging him to a duel, telling him that if he wasn't worthy then he would die. Apparently though, if the sword-pen in his pocket was anything to go by, he already knew how to fight- and that was where the headaches started.

The long bronze blade seemed so familiar, like he'd held and fought with it so many times before; but just when it seemed like he was unlocking something his head felt like it was imploding and the memory was snatched away, just out of reach. It was so frustrating.

The people here were no help either- apparently being a Son of Neptune wasn't normal (somehow that felt very familiar) and being the Nut-Who-Has-No-Memory didn't make him any easier to approach. The one person who had really talked to him was Reyna, and she tended to get upset and shout a lot about someone called Jason, a boy who had gone missing just before he turned up. He got the feeling she blamed him Jason disappearing, even though he didn't even know who Jason was.

Sighing, Percy reached round his neck and tugged on the leather strip that hung there. It was the only item he'd had on him when he arrived that seemed to have anything to do with his past, and just looking at the necklace with its five beads sent his head buzzing with things he didn't remember. Each bead had something different on it, making him feel something different to the last when he examined it.

Now he held it up in front of him, the glazed white clay the beads were made of catching the light and glimmering brightly. All of a sudden Percy felt very young, a heavy weight settling into his stomach, and for some reason he wanted blue cookies and a hug, but from who he couldn't remember. He felt so alone. His expression was something between wistful and pained as he sat there clutching the end of the cord like a talisman, his green eyes piercing yet soft as he looked at the object.

"Gods..." he muttered, his free hand fiddling with the frayed edge of his shorts. "I wish I knew what it all means."

"Yeah, well, so do we Fish Boy." It was Reyna at the door, her brown hair thrown up into a pony tail from sword practise, and she was frowning again. Percy knew that she wanted nothing more than for him to be Jason, but would it kill her to at least smile every once in a while? "Now get up, it's time for dinner."

Sighing Percy hauled himself to his feet- he'd learned early on that the Roman camp didn't like it when you were late. After jamming his feet into his sandals and pushing his hands into his pockets he trudged after Reyna, the beads tied firmly back round his neck. The others campers loitering on the dirt track to the dining pavilion moved out their way so they could pass, and Percy felt their eyes on him again.

He looked around him uneasily and accidentally caught the eye of a Minerva kid- or Athena kid, as he preferred to call them. They had grey eyes, wide and intelligent.

Grey eyes...

Suddenly an image flashed through his head, of lying under a tree by a sparkling lake, a beautiful girl leaning against his shoulder. Those grey eyes, tumbling blonde curls, an incredible laugh...

"Percy!" she giggled, slipping a hand round his waist. "Don't be stupid Seaweed Brain." His heart gave a jolt, warmth spread through his stomach, her name was on the tip of his tongue...

But then the memory faded again, along with the rest of his identity. For a moment he clung to it in desperation, but it slipped through his fingers like liquid. Percy was left feeling like all the air had been knocked out of him and a cold sick feeling had settled in his stomach.

Who was she? Who was he?

...Why did he have to be so alone?