Hey Perce,
I told you once that because of our empathy link I could always find you. We disabled it before you died, but I'm a satyr. I don't need a link to find my best friend. And I did. You look different, your family's different, but your scent is the same. Much fainter, but the same.
"Hey mister, are you using that stick?" Grover looked at the stick in his hands and handed it to the little boy. "Cool, thanks!" The little boy took it from him and started drawing in the dirt.
"Jonah, don't play with the dirt, you'll get all dirty, and we have that meeting, remember?" A woman in her early twenties rushed up. She had the same dark brown hair as the boy, so Grover assumed she was either his mother or a much older sister.
"But Angie-"
"No, Jonah. Come on."
Jonah sighed. He handed Grover the stick back. "Thanks anyway, mister."
The young woman looked suspiciously at Grover, and drew the little boy closer to her. The action reminded Grover painfully of what a different older sister had done with her little brother when meeting him. Bianca he thought. This is Bianca. Then he took a closer look at the boy. The eyes were wrong, and so was the hair, but Grover recognized him immediately. It was incredibly fitting that Percy was Bianca's younger brother in this life, having been her cousin in his previous one. But this had to be Bianca's third by now. Grover wondered if she had had a brother in her second life.
"Why did you hand a stick to my brother, Mr…"
"I'm Grover."
"Mr. Grover, then."
"He asked for it."
"Excuse me?" Grover realized his choice of words wasn't wise.
He tried to placate her. "I was holding it, and your brother asked for it so that he could draw."
Bianca-or Angie in this life-looked at her brother, who nodded, confirming the story. She nodded, a bit embarrassed. "I apologize. Jonah is quite the artist. He's always looking for new mediums, like dirt, I suppose."
Grover offered her a smile. "I understand. I had a friend who was a bit like that." Not for the first time, he wished Rachel Dare was still around. But no, she'd passed the mantle of Oracle down to a girl named Emma Grimm several decades before she died. Now, of course, she was nothing but a story, the mortal girl who'd been friends with Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase; who'd whacked Kronos in the eye with a blue hairbrush; and, of course, who'd been the first Oracle since World War II.
He smiled once more at the siblings and left them to their lives.
He was getting too nostalgic. Rachel was gone. Percy was gone. Jonah might have Percy's soul, but he didn't have Percy's memories.
2/9/18: To the two people who reviewed complianing about the format, I hope this fixes it. Thank you for letting me know.