A/N: HI HI HI! I've been super duper lazy these past days, so here's this chapter. Review if ya wanna, if you don't that's cool. Flames shall be used to bake virtual cookies! I mean, who likes flames, but, hey, in the constitution it says everyone has freedom of speech, and I'm down with whatever George Washington signed.
Disclaimer: Did you really just remind me I don't own PJO? *Sigh* That lucky Rick Riordan owns it. C'MON, RICK! Just let me redo the movie!
4/Percy
When Percy Jackson woke in darkness, the only thing he knew was his name.
Six weeks later, he still wasn't making that much progress. He figured out his father, Neptune here, but something in the back of his head was telling him different.
"Poseidon. Son of the Sea god! You are not a child of Rome. Percy Jackson, you are the son of Poseidon!"
Percy was pretty sure that he wasn't a Roman. He felt different than them; an outsider. They seemed more precise, perfect, and murderously stern.
The only connection to his past had been recently returned to him. He had made sure no one else saw it. It was a picture. A picture of who he assumed was he, a lanky looking teenager with dark hair and a black sword, and a girl, a girl with blonde hair and grey eyes. There was a thumb in the picture, and in the margins someone had written "Grover's thumb" with an arrow pointing to it. If he thought hard enough, he could ever so faintly see the girl's face. Her name was at the tip of his tongue, but after a week of trying, he still couldn't remember. He could almost hear a voice, if he tried hard enough. But then the darkness clouded his vision.
He had heard the wind blowing at his door, strange for a summer afternoon. But then, he was sure he heard his voice.
"Percy," the wind had whispered, "Percy."
Percy decided to go outside, to make sure it was just him hallucinating. But it was real. A gentle breeze blew through camp when he opened the door. He saw something moving through the wind, and falling down at his feet.
There was a note attached to the picture.
"Everything lost in the wind always finds its way back."
It was signed by a god Percy knew. Aeolus. Percy wasn't sure about his past, but he needed to know.
A/N: This was really just a filler chapter. A really short one. I felt bad about updating, and I'm working on this other story for Fictionpress and another NEW one for Fanfic and I have all this HW….Ugh. Just wanted to give you guys something.