Thanks to everyone who has read my story, reviewed, followed, and favorited so far. I decided that the first chapter is really short and not much happens and theres not enough info, so I'm posting this chapter to help clear some things up. Other than this, I will try to update this story every week.

Characters are a little OOC, but oh well.

Hope you like it! Thanks for reading!

I wasn't sure how, but by some miracle I found myself safe at camp. I had somehow made it safely without many monsters finding me. I silently thanked every god I knew of for the safe transport from Florida. I felt butterflies come in my stomach as I stepped out of the water and headed towards the big house. I really wanted to find out what was happening.

Why did my mom say I've been dead for a year? Why didn't she recognize me? So many questions flooded though my head that it hurt to think. Hopefully I would be getting answers soon.

Walking up, I came across something shinny lying on the sand. It was a hand mirror one of the Aphrodite campers must have lost. I picked it up then almost dropped it again when I saw my reflection. Horror flooded through me as I peered into the mirror and saw a face that was not blonde hair, pale skin, freckles, pale green eyes. My nose was longer, as was my now blonde hair. My camp necklace was gone, too. I was too stunned to do anything. There was so much going on and I was so confused I wished I had never blown up that mountain. Annabeth. She was there and she would know what was going on. I had to find her.

I had just begun to climb back up the sand dunes after staring at my reflection for what seemed like hours. I tried to ignore the pounding in my head. I didn't even notice the guy walk up to me.

"Um, can I help you?" He asked. I looked up and saw someone who I didn't recognize. He was very tall, probably around six feet, and had bright blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He looked rather like Luke, though I knew it couldn't have been him. The new guy looked to be around sixteen, maybe seventeen, and judging by the single bead on his necklace, he hasn't been here very long. "Hey, man, you okay?"

"Yeah, sorry I spaced out. Can you tell me where Annabeth is?"

He ignored my question with one of his own. "Are you new here?"

"No, I've been going her for longer than you. Now can you please tell me where she is."

"Are you sure? What's your name?"

"Percy," I said impatiently.

"Nah, theres no one named Percy here at camp. Just that idiot who died in the Labyrinth. I'm gonna take you to Chiron."

I tried to protest and ask him about this other Percy, but he shushed me and pushed me up the hill.

"Chiron! There's some new confused camper here!"

Chiron came clopping out of the big house at the sound of the other camper's voice. "Thank you, David. I will take it from here." Chiron dismissed the other guy then turned to look at me. He looked me up and down and gave me a critical look.

"Chiron! I need to talk to Annabeth! I have no idea what's happening. First I wake up on an island, then my mom forgets me, then I'm here but I don't look like me…"

"It's okay. I'm sure it will all make sense soon," he said to me. "Now, you are familiar with the greek gods, yes?"

"Chiron I know who they are! I'm not crazy!"

"What did you say your name was again?"

Why did no one remember me?

I couldn't take it anymore, so I ran. Off the porch. Into the field. Past confused campers. Past the cabins. Past the fire pit. Past everything I used to call home. Into the woods.

I finally stopped running, and leaned against a large oak tree. All my thoughts, feelings, and memories came back to me, and my head felt like it was about to explode. I found I was near the stream where we play capture the flag. I walked over and put my feet in the water.

It felt nice and cool, until I heard the voice. Perseus Jackson, it said, a woman's voice, barely a whisper. Jumping out of the water, I looked around franticly to see who had spoke. However, despite my thorough search, I saw no one.

Perseus, you cannot see me. I am here, but not for long. You must listen to what I say. Your life before was not a good one, and the gods have taken pity on you. You should have died when you exploded Mount St. Helens, however, we have spared you life. What was this crazy voice lady talking about?

You will be given a second chance to be a good hero, do not waste it. Your friends have betrayed you, and you can now seek revenge upon them. I have changed your identity so that no one would recognize you. Percy Jackson is a forgotten, dead hero, but the new you will become famous.

"Who are you and what do you want with me?" I asked the strange voice.

My dear, you will find out soon enough. Now, enjoy your new life and do not waste it. Remember, don't let anyone know who you previously were. Good bye and good luck, Peter Johnson.