Summary: What is Percy didn't drink that blood and didn't get his memory back? What if he couldn't remember anything of his past life, not even Annabeth? And what if Annabeth came to the Roman camp to find him?

Chapter 1: Hollow

Percy's POV

The celebrations were grand and exciting that night, but for the son of Poseidon, or Neptune his friends called him, it was dulled by the simple fact that he still had no idea who he was, or where he had come from. Yes, they had succeeded on their hyper dangerous quest, but one minor detail was forgotten, his memory.

Percy had supposed, though now that he thought about it, he found sort of silly and childish, that once he finished the quest and freed Thanatos that somehow magically his memory would return. That lady he had carried across the river, giving up his mark of Achilles for, she had said that his memory would return right? She had said that, she said it would return…eventually. But here he was and still he didn't even know his birthday, his mom's name, where he called home, he remembered nothing past the Lupa.

He sat with his friends, Hazel and Frank, at a table, feasting and laughing. Percy looked around him, at all the happy heroes; he should be happy too, right? They had won, he had won, he even had been made a praetor, but he still felt so empty, like a shell, he looked fine on the outside but if you cracked him open you would find he hollow.

"You all right?" he turned to Hazel, she had concern in her eyes, but she was smiling.

"Yeah, fine I guess, I'm just tired, I'm going to head to bed," he said trying to smile back at her.

She nodded understandingly, "okay, I think I'm going to stay here with Frank a little while longer, but I'm pretty beat too." When she said Frank's name a little happy smile tugged on her lips and it made Percy grin, he knew his friends had a thing for each other, now they just needed to figure that out too.

Percy nodded to her and clapped Frank on the back as he walked passed. He headed to his bunk, but as he had reached the door he remembered that as praetor he was given a special room to sleep in. The room was a big, made of marble and was full of the former praetor, Jason's, stuff, he didn't really feel good about taking over Jason's position and even worst about taking his room, but it was tradition and what's Rome, without little tradition?

He fell asleep as soon as he tore his dirty shirt off, kicked off his shoes and crawled into Jason's musty bed. His dreams were surprisingly mundane then most nights, he found himself at a park somewhere just walking around. He looked around and realized he was in a park surrounded by a big city, the park was milling with people and dogs, one dog caught his eye it was huge and slobbering. The dog looked scary and somehow Percy knew it was a hellhound, but Percy wasn't afraid he knew it wouldn't hurt him.

Soon the dream shifted, he was walking by the ocean on a secluded breach somewhere, the sun was shinning brightly but it was cold, he saw a little old house, well more like a shack, he smiled at the sight of it but he wasn't sure why.

The dreams went on like that, he talked to no one, no gods came to send him with ridiculous quests, no monsters planning on eating him, none of the usual, just places. Places he didn't know but that made him smile in his sleep.

"Percy!" an arm was shaking him awake, he opened his eyes just to be blinded by light. "Come on you must wake!" it was Reyna, his co-praetor.

"What? What's going on?" he grumbled sitting up and stretching.

"There is a invader!" Percy jumped to his feet grabbing, riptide and uncapped it. "It's okay we have captured her and she claims to come in peace." Reyna reassured him, glancing nervously at his shinning weapon.

"Then what's the problem?" he asked, relaxing and capping the sword, shrinking it back to pen form.

"She asked for you," Reyna looked even more nervous and pressing her lips in a line before saying, "she is a Greek, she knows you."

Percy's head buzzed with a million thoughts and questions, she knew him like before all of this? Maybe she will know how to get his memories. Maybe she can tell him something about himself!

"Where?" he asked a simple question, which could lead to oh so many answers.

"Come." He followed dutifully behind her, he felt dizzy and nauseous. She will hold the key, I'm sure of it, he thought to himself.

"Here," Reyna pointed, Percy's eyes meet those of the girl. Her grey meeting his green. He studied her, her blonde curls hung around her pretty face, she was on the tall side with a slim athletic figure, her beautiful ensnaring grey eyes were lit with excitement as he stared at her. "Percy met Annabeth Chase, daughter of Mi-Athena." Reyna announced.

"Percy?" the girl asked. Her eyes now filled with doubt, "don't you remember me?"

"No."

Dun dun dun DUN!

So yeah… hoped you liked it, more soon!

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