A/N: Hello, all~! Sephi here. This is chapter two to Alone, my first fanfic. This chapter is specifically dedicated to Aquar0cks for the lovely review you left on the first chapter! I just needed to know someone was interested in/ liked my fanfic to continue it, and you were that person. Thank you. :) Anyway, I dont know where to go from here. :/ Maybe all the characters from the first books reminiscing on Percy being gone, or the Prophecy of Seven children... idk. Pointers maybe? Would help a TON. But all I ask of any of you is honest (constructive) criticism. It would mean so much to me to know what you think.

Since I forgot this on the first chapter like a dimwit, here's my disclaimer;

I HAVE NOT, WILL NOT, AND DO NOT OWN ANYTHING RELATED TO THE PJTO SERIES OR ITS CHARACTERS. THEY ALL BELONG TO RICK RIORDAN.

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Percy was angry.

Thinking of the what he did and did not remember, trying to put together a puzzle that would ultimately never create a whole picture. His fists clenched and his head started to hurt. To sit there and deal with things just as they are, helpless and unable to change them. No...

That just wasn't his style.

Sitting on the stump where Lupa the Wolf had left him, he wanted to tear down every tree in this stupid forest with his bare hands. All he ever did was train. That's all she ever had him do. She said he best be prepared before charging into things, but at this point, he doubted he was ever getting anywhere. He had met Lupa the night he woke up, alone and confused, near the edge of the forest... What was it? Eight months ago? Yeah, and since then, he'd basically sat here and let her convince him time and time again that it was best for him to stay put and be patient until "the time was right". Now, don't get him wrong, he respected her opinion and all, but he had no idea when "the right time" was, and he didn't want to sit and rot until he found out.

Frankly, this whole thing pissed him off.

Since he'd woken up, Percy had come to three conclusions. One, he had no idea where he came from, where he'd been, or who with before he'd come to the forest... or how he got there. Two, He was a demigod. Yeah, that kind of demigod. The Roman half-god half- human children of the affairs gods had with mortals. The hero kind. And he was a son of the sea god, Neptune. That or he was Moses, cause he could split water, walk on water, bend water, pretty much anything he wanted to do with water. He also figured out he could breathe underwater, which was cool for all of three seconds, until he realized he had all the same powers as Spongebob. Lastly, and he wasn't sure why, but something kept distracting him. Like a song that gets stuck in your head all day, except this had been stuck in his head for eight months. Anytime he wasn't completely focused, his mind would trail off to it. It was a picture. A still shot of a girl; tall and slender, blonde, with powerful gray eyes that forced you to stare. She was smiling and her eyes were shining. He had to admit, she was beautiful. Normally, that might've been weird, considering he had no idea who she was, but Percy wasn't sure if that was true. He knew her name.

Annabeth.

Thinking about her made him sad. He felt like he should know something. Something else besides her name, like there was something important about her, and it frustrated him. He wasn't sure, but he had a pretty good idea he knew her from before, and if he found her, he might remember whatever it is he didn't. He might remember more about her. But he first had to start looking, and with Lupa stalking around like a Mother Wolf, he would need one of those big bad gods just to give him a boost. He brushed his hair back with his hand with a sigh. It was still wet with the sweat on his forehead from fighting. He would have cooled down in the creek about two miles away, but Lupa insisted he fight out of his comfort zone, a.k.a., away from water, so he had to rely on good old-fashioned wind to do the trick. It really wasn't working, considering it kept on blowing his hair right back where it started. He groaned. Leaving it there was less of a headache. He closed his eyes for a long second, then, as his eyelids fluttered open, he caught a glimpse of the gray streak of hair in his bangs. Atlas...

Atlas?

Where did that come from?

Percy felt a pounding in his head. He grabbed his ears to block out the silent noise that was deafening him. This never happened before. Once in awhile, something would be familiar and trigger a memory (if you could even call it that), and he'd think, maybe he was onto something. Never like this. It never just... hit him like it did now. He started breathing hard, and his senses were on overdrive. He was looking around, registering every movement in the trees, every whistle of wind in the grass. His heart was racing. Was he dying? No, he was pretty sure he'd done that before. Panicking? He doubted it. He couldn't even think enough to be paranoid. He stood up.

He had to get out of here.

It didn't matter what it was, the only thing he knew was he couldn't sit here another second. He stood up, and the sudden movement made him dizzy. He collected himself. He had his sword, and he had his anger. Thats all he needed. Lupa had once warned him that dangerous tempers were a flaw for children of Neptune, but right now, his anger is what was guided him. Anger at himself for not remembering anything, anger at Lupa for trying to stop him, anger at the world for toying with him like this. He eyed the ground, tracing her pawprints as far as he could see. For all he knew she was out hunting, finding food for her newest cub.

"I'm sorry." he whispered.

He knew it was better to be safe than sorry, and he knew, in the end, Lupa was right. But the thing was, even if he didn't know himself very well, he knew that that was not how Percy Jackson operated. He had to figure things out, carve a path by himself. He had a feeling that his started with Annabeth .

"I'll find you," he promised, "I swear."

As he continued down through the forest, he began to grow more and more confident, even smiling. He might be alone, but he had a goal, and a friend in his heart. He had all the support Lupa had given him, and hoped she'd find it in her heart to forgive her runt. And most importantly, he had the power of the sea, his most favorite thing in the world, at his side. A wise old fisherman once told him, "The sea does not like to be restrained."

He was more right than he'd ever know.