A/N: So, here is my Percy Jackson fanfic! It's kind of an interesting topic to explore, and I hope you all will enjoy it as it goes! Thanks for reading :) please comment what you think, any suggestions, or ideas that you would like to see happen!

-Leslie

Percy and Annabeth were dying. Even the mighty must fall at some point, I guess. They were lying on the muddy battlefield, their lives slowly bleeding out from the many cuts, scratches, and slashes over both of their bodies. "Percy," Annabeth said, "As long as I'm with you, I'm okay with dying. We've saved the world enough, now it's time to let someone else take our place."

"Yeah," Percy agreed, "You're not getting away from me. Never again. I love you, Wise Girl."

"I love you too, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth replied, smiling. And with that, holding hands, they both sighed and closed their eyes for the very last time.

The Underworld

"You have both achieved Elysium," King Minos, the judge for the day, declared grudgingly, "You may go there now or attempt rebirth and try for the Isles of the Blest."

"Rebirth!" said Percy and Annabeth simultaneously. On their way across the River Styx, they had hatched a plan, and right now, they were praying to all the gods, but especially Poseidon, that it would work.

"Okay then, right this way," directed another ghost, this time a girl, "Follow me." The ghost led them down a well-hidden path that came out on the banks of the River Lethe. "Whenever you're ready," she said, gesturing towards the river.

"Ready?" Percy whispered to Annabeth. He hoped more than anything that he could accomplish this one last feat. If not, than getting a second life wasn't worth it. Not without Annabeth.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Annabeth replied, and she grabbed Percy's hand.

"3, 2, 1, GO!" Percy yelled, and clutching each other's hands, he and Annabeth jumped in to the river. Percy channeled all of his energy into one simple thought: dry. He had to keep them from touching the memory-absorbing water. Percy had never hoped for something so hard. They hit the water, and for a heart-stopping second, Percy was afraid that he had failed. But when he poked his head out of the water, his hair was perfectly dry. Thank you, dad, Percy silently prayed.

"Okay, we'd better get out before the ghost girl notices," Annabeth said. They climbed out of the river, and Percy silently prayed for one final thing as he used the last remnants of his internal power to drench the two of them with normal water, so that their guide wouldn't notice what had happened. "Now, Percy," Annabeth said quietly, "you know this has never been done before."

"So, what's new?" Percy responded, and he smiled as the memories of all their adventures flooded his mind. "How do you think this'll work then, Wise Girl?"

"I think the memories will come back slowly as we grow up...and if I've calculated right, we will remember everything by the day we first met." Annabeth answered, voicing the possibility she'd been trying to convince herself of.

"Well, there's only one way to find out," Percy said, giving her one last hug as he motioned to the guide that they were ready. "Come on." And he embarked on what he knew would be his last adventure for a long time, at least as Percy Jackson.

Twelve Years Later

Hannah woke up, startled, from her bad dream.

"Hannah, dear!" her mother, Alice Bell, called from downstairs, "It's 9:00, time for breakfast! Come on down!"

"Coming, Mom!" Hannah shouted back down. She groggily stumbled out of bed and changed into some ripped jeans and a t-shirt with an owl on it. She brushed her teeth, threw her blond hair up in a ponytail, than went woke up, startled, from her bad dream.

"Hannah, dear!" her mother, Alice Bell, called from downstairs, "It's 9:00, time for breakfast! Come on down!"

"Coming, Mom!" Hannah shouted back down. She groggily stumbled out of bed and changed into some ripped jeans and a t-shirt with an owl on it.

While she ate her pancakes, Hannah thought about her dream. Ever since she turned twelve, she kept having these nightmares. And every night they got scarier and stranger. This particular one had been her and some weird (but not entirely ugly) boy fighting Medusa, whom she recognized from Latin class. But the strangest thing was that these dreams- they couldn't be more than dreams- seemed real. Almost like memories of a past life. And the boy called her by a different name-Annabeth. It kind of sounded like her real name...Hannah Bell. She shook herself out of it. "It doesn't matter, Hannah," she told herself, louder than she had intended.

"What was that, honey?" her mom asked. Her mom seemed to know that something was wrong, though Hannah wasn't planning on telling her what it was. She'd think Hannah had lost her mind. Which was already partially true, as she attended Yancy Academy, a school for troubled children. And you could definitely say she was a troubled kid.

"Nothing, mom, just talking to myself." Hannah sighed, then walked out the door to school.