I don't think I got my intentions across in the first chapter. This will be a multi-chaptered story, with two letters in each chapter. I have somewhat lengthend the space between when Percy wakes up and when he finds the Romans, but that's only to develop the story a bit more.

I don't own PJO

Dear Percy,

We're doing okay without you at camp. Lessons are going as normal, the strawberry fields are thriving, and new campers are still coming in. You can tell something's wrong, though. The fire isn't nearly as large or bright during sing-a-longs. Capture the Flag doesn't bring as much excitement as usual. But maybe I just have a biased view, who knows? Although, if there was someone who might miss you more than I do, it's Blackjack. He comes and goes, I think trying to find you. I should stop being so depressing. You'll never believe it, but Clarisse actually acts as though she misses you as well! Of course, it's more the "I miss having someone to treat as a punching bag", but that's Clarisse for you. The Stoll brothers are trying to keep up morale, but the pranks just don't seem to have the usual spark. How pathetic must we sound to you? We defeated Kronos, basically saved the world and we can't at least put on a good face with you gone. I guess you can take that as a compliment, although I don't know that I want your head getting any bigger, Seaweed Brain. We have a few leads on where you could be. There are powerful demigod vibes coming from North Carolina, so Grover and a couple demigods went to see if you might be there. I hope you are.

I'll see you soon,

Annabeth

P.S. My dad sends his love. The same can't be said for my mother

Dear Annabeth,

I'm holed up in an abandoned hotel basement. I think I've lost the monsters for a few hours, so I've decided to write you another letter. I'm doing better with the whole memory loss thing. I can picture you almost perfectly now! You call me Seaweed Brain, right? Well, I definitely feel like my brain is full of seaweed right now. I wonder how long we've known each other. I have a feeling that it's a long time. I wish I could tell you that I'm thinking about you. If the few memories that I have of you make me feel such a sense of loss, then I can only imagine what you're feeling. Or maybe I'm totally interpreting this wrong, and our friendship is totally one-sided. How disappointing would that be! Annabeth, I have to cut this short. Hear voices, footsteps. I'll try to write back as soon as I can.

Really hoping this isn't one of those snake ladies,

Percy

P.S. I remember what happened at the volcano.