Peter's POV

Camp Half-Blood.

That name brought up so many of those dreams I once had. My train of thought was cut off by Grover. "Hey Peter, you okay?"

I nodded. Grover still looked worried. "Well," He started. "This is Camp Half-Blood, where kids like you can be safe. He probably expected me to ask some question like, "Mentally disturbed kids?" But I knew this place. The place in my dreams.

A guy in a motorized wheelchair came over to us. Suddenly, a picture of the same guy, except with a horse for a body, flashed in my mind. "You're Chiron," I said automatically. The guy's eyes narrowed. "Trainer of heroes."

Grover was surprised. "How did you know?" He asked. I shrugged, but kept my attention to Chiron/ guy in the wheelchair. "Correct," the guy said, changing into centaur form. He eyed me carefully.

"Um, hi, sir." I said, shifting my feet uncomfortably. A girl walked over. She had analyzing grey eyes and curly blonde hair. A scene played in my mind –Me and this girl kissing. But the weirdest part was that we were doing it underwater. I frowned. It was confusing to be thinking about random things, things that other people did. I wasn't the one kissing that girl, I was sure of that.

"New camper?" She asked, staring at me. I could practically see the gears turning in her head.

Chiron nodded. "Show him around camp, Annabeth," he said. But he still looked suspicious.

Annabeth sighed. "Well, what's your name?" she asked. I wasn't really paying attention; I was busy watching Chiron trot towards a big house.

"What's your name?" Annabeth repeated, and I sensed she was getting impatient. "Peter Johnson," I answered. Annabeth frowned but showed me around camp. "You'll be staying in the Hermes cabin," she informed me. "Until your parent claims you." I nodded and walked off.

Once I got settled in the Hermes cabin, I decided to explore this place a bit more. I walked over to the armory, where I instinctively pulled out a pen. I uncapped it, and I grew into a three feet long bronze sword. Just like in my dream.

It felt balanced in my hand. I swung it around in the air a few times, just to get the feel of it.

I capped the pen and walked outside into the sun. I walked over to the archery field, unsure if I should try it. A camper walked over, and handed me some arrows and a bow. I immediately knew it was Will.

"Wanna try?" He asked, shaking my hand. "By the way, the name's Will." I refrained myself from saying, 'I knew that already!'

I hesitated. A part of me was saying, 'I hate archery! Throw them down and walk away!' The other part of me was saying, 'Try it; you don't want to be rude…'

I went with the second voice. I notched an arrow and shot it at the target. I let go of the string. To my surprise, I hit the target. I almost gasped.

Will smiled at me. "See? You're a natural." I put my bow and arrows down and walked away, confused.

The rest of the day was even more confusing. The rock wall was hard; I almost fell a few times. And, surprisingly, I could keep up with the tree nymphs with a few seconds before falling behind. They told me not to worry –They've been running from lovesick gods for ages. But then one of them piped up and said, "Don't worry, the legendary Percy Jackson also couldn't keep up with me. There was that name again.

That night, at campfire, I asked Annabeth who Percy Jackson was. She immediately looked sad and worn out. "He was a hero…" She said softly before walking away.

Unfortunately, that didn't help much. I decided to just forget it. Tomorrow was Capture the Flag, my favorite game. Weird, I thought, It's like I have the memories of someone else.

"Well," Mr. D, or Dionysus, "Today, we have a new camper. His name is Putrid Jonahsson." Chiron whispered something in his ear and he corrected himself. "Peter Johnson," He muttered.

The camp erupted in cheers. It was a pretty good first day, in my opinion.

But I had nightmares again. This time, I was in my own body, thank the gods. I was watching all my previous dreams being replayed…But I could see who I was in those previous dreams. Confusing, right? Well, I saw a guy with messy black hair and sea green eyes in almost every scene. But I knew who he was –He was Percy Jackson.

Suddenly, the scene changed to a new one. Percy was driving in a car when he crashed. There was blood. A lot of it. I averted my gaze, trying to block the gruesome images out of my mind.

Then it changed again. This time, I was standing in a dark, gloomy place. I looked around, and I knew it was the Underworld. A sign said, Rebirth. So, Percy was trying for rebirth. But still, even though it was kind of serious at that moment, I couldn't help but think that Hades should make the place fancier.

The scene changed again, and I recognized this one. It was me, in the snake lady's class while Grover came in.

I woke up, gasping. I suddenly understood what all of this meant. Why I had all those weird dreams, and why I knew everyone here.

I was the reincarnation of Percy Jackson.

Finally! Got that part down, now I can add in Chiron…

But you knew, didn't you? The beans are all gone from the jar when you read the description. :'(

No, I'm not crying, but yeah…

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So, uh, yeah, that was the latest chapter of Reincarnation SO FAR!

I'm completely random sometimes, you know…

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