A/N- Okay, All characters are owned by Rick Riordan. The only thing that is not his, is what comes from my imagination. As of now I am not entirely sure of the pairing, but have a couple candidates in mind. There will be some Percabeth in this as Percy was in love with her in his past life and those feelings won't just go away instantly. Whether or not they stay or for how long is the question. Any suggestions/help/criticism/advice is welcome, as always.

Previously:

"...You can have Annabeth back."

With those words I finally decided. "Okay, I'll do it"

"I will give you better control of your powers, including that of the Earthshaker. You will keep riptide and your memories but that is all. We are breaking many rules sending you back so don't expect us to keep in touch. After this you may very well never here from us again." Chaos explained "Ready to begin again?"

Confidently I answered, "I am ready."And with that I fell into unconsciousness.

Now:

Percy's POV

One of the worst things about being a demigod is the dreams that come, for at least eighty percent of the time they end with me dying a horrible death. nineteen percent of the time they do not make any sense, and the last one percent is when they are possibly somewhat useful for the future. Can you guess what it was this time. If you guessed that it did not make any sense and ended with my death, you would be right. It was so fast and odd, that it was like... you know what I am not even going to bother trying to explain it, because I am not sure I could.

When I came to I was sore and couldn't really move or function. I realized that i was being spoon fed by someone. When I managed to open my eyes, I internally freaked out as 12 year-old Annabeth hovered over me. What do I do? I wasn't prepared to see her right away.

When she saw my eyes open, she asked, "What will happen at the summer solstice?" She looked around before focusing back on me, seemingly unaware of my internal struggle."What's going on? What was stolen? We've only got a few weeks!"

"I..I don't...sorry, I..." I started stuttering unsure how to answer. Somebody knocked on the door, and she quickly filled my mouth with pudding and i soon passed out.

By the time I woke up a second time, I came to the conclusion that nobody could know that I lived this life already, and that I have to be careful about what i say or do to make sure it stays that way.

I was starting to get off the bed when a familiar voice said, "Careful." Leaning against the porch railing was a younger Grover, looking as if he hadn't slept in a while. Under one arm, he cradled a shoe box. It was at this exact moment I realized where and when I was at, as it all came back to me. I just arrived at Camp, after defeating the Minotaur. Meaning my mother was in the underworld, captive by Hades. Great, that also meant I was 12 again, when my body was not in shape. Am I still at the same level when it comes to my powers or do I need to practice to get back up? But wait, Chaos said that I will have better control over them. Ugh, I'll find out later when I get some alone time.

"You Saved my life," Grover said. "I...well, the least i could do...I went back to the hill. I thought you might want this." He placed the shoe box in my lap. Inside was one of the Minotaur's horn.

"Stupid ground beef." I grumbled.

Grover shifted uncomfortably. "You've been out for two days. How much do you remember?"

"Just the Minotaur and... my mother." I lied. I know everything important that will happen the next few years.

He looked down. "I'm sorry," Grover sniffled. "I'm a failure. I'm-I'm the worst satyr in the world."

"You are not a failure, and it wasn't your fault." I said.

"Yes, it was. I was supposed to protect you."

"And you did. I'm alright. If you didn't come find us... who knows, I could have died as well before coming here.

"I guess so..." he mumbled miserably.

"You are a great friend Grover, don't you ever forget that." I suddenly felt dizzy, my vision slightly blurring.

"Don't strain yourself, here drink this." Grover said worryingly. He helped me hold a glass as I put the straw to my lips. Ah Nectar, the drink of the gods. "How do you feel?" he asked.

"Better than before."

"That's good. Come on, Chiron and Mr. D are waiting."

Line-Break

When we got outside I was slightly caught off guard by how peaceful it was. A dozen high school-age kids and satyrs were playing volleyball in a sandpit. Canoes gliding across the lake. Kids chasing each other around the cluster of cabins. Some shot targets at the archery range, others riding the Pegasuses. They looked so... carefree.

It felt so different from the camp I recently got used to; where everyone was on guard, aware of their surroundings prepared for an attack at any time. Almost always training, with someone on watch duty at all times. The difference, it feels so unusual, almost surreal.

Getting my thoughts back together, down at the end of the porch, Chiron and Mr. D sat across from each other at a card table. Annabeth leaning on the porch rail next to them.

"That's Mr. D," Grover murmured to me. "He's the camp director. Be polite. The girl, that's Annabeth Chase. She's just a camper, but she's been here longer than just about anyone. And you already know Chiron."

He pointed towards him, his back was in front of me, and he was sitting in his wheelchair. Wait, what was the name Chiron went by at Yancy Academy. Brunner, right?

"Uh, Mr. Brunner! I cried, trying to act oblivious of everything. He turned and smiled at me.

"Ah, good, Percy." he said. " Now we have four for pinochle."

He offered me a chair to the right of Mr. D, who looked at me and heaved a great sigh. "Oh, I suppose I must say it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. There. Now, don't expect me to be glad to see you.

"Thanks." I sat down and scooted a bit away from him, I knew who he was.

"Annabeth?" Chiron called. She came forward and Chiron introduced us. "This young lady nursed you back to health, Percy. Annabeth, my dear, why don't you go check on Percy's bunk? We'll be putting him in cabin eleven for now."

"Sure, Chiron." she replied.

She looked exactly like I remembered. Athletic, tan, with her curly blond hair and startling grey eyes. She glanced at the Minotaur horn in my hands, the back at me. I realized I was just staring at her intently. I was thinking of something to say, when she said, "You drool when you sleep," before sprinting off down the lawn.

" I must say, Percy," Chiron said, " I'm glad to see you alive. It has been a long time since I have made a house call to a potential camper. I'd hate to think I've wasted my time. "

"Grover," Mr. D said impatiently, "are you playing or not?"

"Yes sir!" Grover trembled as he took the fourth chair.

"You do know how to play pinochle?" Mr. D asked me suspiciously.

"I am afraid I don't, sir," I replied. I don't really remember this game that much, even though I have played it before, haven't had time to actually learn it.

"Well," he told me, "it is, along with gladiator fighting and Pac-Man, one of the greatest games ever invented by humans. I would expect all civilized young men to know the rules."

"I'm sure the boy could learn," Chiron intervened.

"Perhaps, but Chiron, where am I? Why am I here? I asked feigning innocence.

He smiled at me sympathetically. " Percy, did your mother tell you nothing?"

"She, um, she said she wanted to keep me close to her, that she was afraid to send me here." I answered.

"Typical," Mr. D said. "That's how they usually get killed. Young man are you bidding or not?"

"What?" I asked

He explained impatiently, how you bid in pinochle, and so I did.

"I'm afraid there's to much to tell," Chiron said. " I'm afraid our usual orientation film won't be sufficient."

"Um, orientation film?"

"Well, Percy. You know your friend Grover is a satyr. You know that you have killed the Minotaur. No small feat, either, lad. What you may not know is that great powers are at work in your life. Gods- the forces you call the Greek gods- are very much alive." He explained

"Okay, but how, and where are they then?"

"Percy, Immortal means immortal, they exist at all time. They wouldn't just disappear. The gods moved with the heart of the West and currently reside here in America."

"I believe I win" Mr. D said. Huh, I almost forgot about the card game.

"Not quite, Mr. D," Chiron said. He set down a straight, tallied the points, and said, "The game goes to me."

Mr. D sighed used to being beat by him. He got up, and Grover rose as well. "Grover," he said, "We need to talk, again, about your less-than-perfect performance on this assignment." He left, Grover following behind miserably.

"Well now," Chiron started. "We should get you a bunk in cabin eleven. There will be new friends to meet, and plenty of time for lessons tomorrow." He then rose from his wheelchair. "What a relief, I'd been coped up in there so long, my fetlocks had fallen asleep. Now, come, Percy Jackson. Let's meet the other campers.

Line-Break

We made our way through the camp, while I asked questions, trying to act confused. Chiron would answer them,explaining in great detail, but I wasn't really paying complete attention. I was lost in my thoughts. I'm smart enough to know that messing with the past will change the future, so I will have to try to make sure the timeline stays similar. I wonder what I could change with out messing up everything?

Chiron continued to explain as much as he could; as I was shown the strawberry fields, the forest, the archery range, the canoeing lake, the stables, the amphitheater, and the arena, before we ended up at the cabins.

When he said I was a demigod I asked innocently, "Then, who's my father?"

"We won't know until you are claimed." He answered, though I knew he was lying.

I nodded, looking around toward the hearth, where Hestia sat tending the flames. I made a mental note to talk to her later.

We continued on until we arrived at cabin eleven, where Annabeth was sitting nearby reading a book.

"Annabeth," Chiron said, "I have masters' archery class at noon. Would you take Percy from here?"

"Yes, sir." she replied.

"Cabin eleven," I was told, "Make yourself at home."

Inside the cabin, it was packed with campers. At least three times the amount before I came back in time. I almost forgot how bad it was, campers just being crammed in here, many not ever being claimed. I'm so glad I got that to change.

"Good luck, Percy." Chiron said. "I'll see you at dinner." With that, he galloped away toward the archery range.

I stepped into the cabin, ready to start my life all over again.

A/N- Here is the second chapter. Now, I know it wasn't the most interesting chapter, but it was just supposed to be an in-between piece before the story really starts. I mean, there isn't going to be any major plot changes right away, it will mostly be very similar to the book. However, there will be some more changes coming up soon. Again, any suggestions/help/criticism/advice is welcome, as always.

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