AN: Okay everyone, here is the next chapter. I hope you all like it. I was going to go on to through his journey to Camp in this chapter but decided to split it in two. So here is part one. Also the poll for who Percy will be with is up on my profile, it will only be open for a few more days so go vote. I really need to know how it turns out before I can get them to the past and where exactly in Titan's Curse they'll come out.


History Rewritten: The Doors of Time.

Chapter 4: Camp Jupiter I.

Percy had come a long way since he'd woken up at the Wolf House. Six weeks, that was how much longer it took for him to get to the point that he could efficiently over power Lupa, and the wolves. At the same time it was harder, he had no choice but to resort to his powers.

From Mercury it was his reflexes, his speed, his ability to get from point A to point B without getting lost. A gut instinct some could say and a of course he had become a rather accomplished thief. He'd been able to still Lupa's back up weapons without her even noticing while in battle just the week before.

His powers from Neptune, his father, were vast. He already had a almost natural control over water, he could only assume they were powers he'd practiced and master before his memory lose. In the last six weeks though he'd learned to control other amounts of water.

The water in the human or animal body – though he learned quickly it would not work on a god or goddess because of the fact ichor was different from mortal blood. He couldn't help but wonder if demigods were more resistant to it as well?

Then there was the water in the air, that was harder for him seeing as the air was a domain of Jupiter's children. As such it fought against him, rain was easy enough though. Storm were part of Neptune's domain, and he'd learned to call rain and small storms as well, though the sky was still Jupiter's domain.

It wasn't like a storm he could conjure with lightning and thunder. Personal hurricanes were easy, like he'd done it before. The ability to heal by the water was something he'd known almost instantly, but even that hadn't been able to heal the now settled scar that went over his right eye. He was only thankful the eye itself had been spared.

Next step was earthquakes – Lupa had been hesitant to allow him to explore this to much, a story she told him about another son of Neptune who'd caused one at Camp Jupiter. Truthfully he wasn't to sure what to believe about the story.

It didn't sound like it was this guys fault, if he was even the one to cause it. Not all earthquakes were directly caused by the Earthshaker or descendants of his.

He was able to channel them though, Lupa had been impressed with his control but warned him to pay attention of it. That meditation might be of help to control his emotions seeing as his powers were directly tied to them. He had to be disciplined, so as not to loose control and hurt people.

Fighting with both Riptide and Backbiter had become almost second nature now, though that didn't mean he always used them at the same time. He strongly believed in the element of surprise. Lupa had laughed at that, saying he was always surprising her.

In those six weeks he had not only been training like a man possessed, or worked religiously like a slave by the wolf goddess (she was definitely not an easy teacher, but she was one of the best. He knew he had one before who he respected and look up to but he couldn't recall whom).

He had also been able to uncover some of his other memories. Luke had been the first he remembered with any real detail.

Then Annabeth, Thalia, Bianca, Zoe – for some reason he had to question why he recalled so many females. He didn't think he was anything more then their friend, and he knew Bianca and Zoe were dead and that Bianca had a brother. He didn't remember much about the girls, but he did recall some things from his childhood.

He remembered Smelly Gabe, and a vague memory of his mother, but he didn't know what she looked like in detail nor her name or much of her personality. He didn't recall ever meeting his father at all, which only made him roll his eyes.

He didn't expect anything less from the gods, and then he'd end up walking away and holding his head as small memories of encounters with Luke returned to him. Some in slight detail and others in blurry images and words.

"I heard they voted how to kill you."

"The rumors are unfortunately true."

Luke snorted. "I wonder why you still bother. What have the gods ever done for you Perce?"

He refused to look at the blond beside him and instead stared at the people around the park. Children and their parents, why he had agreed to meet Luke here he didn't know. He knew why Luke wanted to meet here though.

There were plenty of people, no chance of Poseidon spying on them through the ocean (seeing as he'd wanted to meet on the beach) and Luke could rub the happy families, mother, sons, daughter, and father's in his face.

"Well they haven't killed me," Percy said, shrugging. "And they don't tend to torment me with dreams, empty promises and pain."

Luke didn't say anything, but Percy knew he understood. After all, Kronos had done the same with him. Luke hadn't always been as twisted as he was now, in the beginning he'd been a hero with daddy issues. Like many campers, like Percy.

He'd end up forgetting some of the finer details later but the memory was what he was left with. He hated them though, they weren't happy. Of all the memories he only seemed to get the bitter or sad ones.

"She's in there?" someone asked, a Persian princess. Her eyes were wide as they stared at a large golden automaton. Talos, the name seemed to come to him without to much trouble. "How will she get out?"

"Watch out!" he yelled and the giant fell to pieces with a loud clang.

"We'll search," a girl with electric blue eyes, Thalia said in a determined voice.

They never found her, Bianca was gone and he was stuck with only one other memory.

"Nice rat," the girl who once wore the floppy green hat said.

Zoe didn't come with memories per say, just one phrase.

"The little disfigured one." He wasn't to sure what that meant but he knew it was a better memory.

Annabeth was a bit more clear, he recalled them meeting at a camp, maybe Camp Jupiter? But that made no sense, he was at the Wolf House now and you never came back here after being sent to find camp. He recalled one phrase above all.

"You're such a Seaweed Brain."

He at least knew Annabeth was still alive, along with Thalia.

He knew he was close to both, but Thalia was a lot like how he felt about Luke. Almost like kindred spirits for lack of better phrase. He recalled a fight vaguely they had over a game but he wasn't sure what, where or why.

He recalled her from the memory of Bianca's death, and he knew she'd become the Lieutenant of Artemis – or Diana, he wasn't sure why he thought Artemis at first but his head hurt to much to try and think of it.

He knew he was forgetting someone important, someone he knew he was forgetting when he tried to remember more of Thalia and Bianca but he never got more then a very fuzzy silhouette of a boy with a sword and what appeared to be dark features.

He didn't like remembering, part of him hoped he never remembered everything because the memories he had were enough to make him sleep restlessly and his chest ache.

The most shocking thing occurred just about two weeks ago. He'd been fighting the wolves and Lupa when he'd felt a sudden pain in his back and then it was gone. It was long enough for the wolves and Lupa to break his defense and he probably would have been really injured but the dagger and claws bounced off like he was made of some sort of metal.

Lupa had called the wolves off and stared at him in awe.

"The curse, it has returned," she breathed in shock.

"What curse?" Percy had asked.

"Do not worry about it Perseus, it is a curse you must have received before you arrived. It makes you indestructible unless they fight the right spot, a mortal point. Do you have any idea where that is?"

Percy shook his head and she sighed.

"Then we must continue our training, less you get unlucky and fall in battle."

The training was more intense after that.

"Perseus, I see you're back here again," Lupa said.

Percy looked up from the large rock he sat on, a clear spot in the woods which had a small creek running through it. He'd found it not long after waking up, and if he crossed it and went in a certain direction he was able to get to town easily. It was great for getting certain things, like the pillow pet he'd become rather attached to (no matter how unmanly it looked).

"Yeah."

Lupa studied her student. Perseus was unlike many she taught. He already had a basic understanding of fighting, he had been trained previously even if he didn't consciously remember it. Eve if it was Greek in style, and it added to his new style which was a deadly mix of Greek and Roman. It would take a strong person, god or demigod to beat her student.

She wasn't ignorant, Lupa knew why he came here. He seemed to have a lot of headaches as well, he said it was simply small memories or details about his past coming to him but a lot of those larger details faded within thirty minutes of remembering.

Luke always seemed to be the clearest along with a girl name Annabeth, Thalia, Bianca and Zoe. Once he'd mentioned someone named Clarisse and Grover but he'd forget a moment later who they even were. Unsure he even knew in the first place.

Usually he came here after making a snotty comment about the gods, and she knew it probably had something to do with one of those few people he recalled.

"Memories again?" she asked.

"Yeah, Luke...Zoe..Bianca," he muttered, and his face scrunched up in frustration and down right anger. "Just words, flashes of them as well but mostly words. I can only remember some of them though. Zoe...she was a Hunter of Diana, I think. She... she was killed by Atlas, but I don't...have I even met Atlas?"

Lupa sighed. "I am sorry for your struggle Perseus, but have faith in the gods. They do love their children, even if they have a hard time showing it."

Percy looked at his mentor and sighed. He knew she was right but a small part of him just wanted to say, fuck the gods, and start over. Be normal for once but how could he, he didn't even know who he was well enough to know his own middle name. If he even had a middle name, hell he didn't know his mothers name.

"Yeah, your right of course," he said and Lupa could see his uncertainty of her words.

She'd seen plenty of times before, it was no surprise Perseus had as many issues with the gods as the ones before him. She just hoped the past Hermes had told her a little about didn't effect his new personality.

Hera took a great gamble when she erased his life from him. She had, in a way, betrayed his trust, his faith even if he'd not have much in the goddess. Hera had played with his life, and with his history. That alone was dangerous.

Fatal flaws could only handle so much before they bent out of shape, sometimes even fatal flaws couldn't stop things from happening. Nor could they stop changes in a person from occurring. Fatal flaws were painful when someone tried to go against them to much (assuming they hadn't been destroyed or warped by events which scared a persons psyche).

Something she thought Percy Jackson might be able to understand more then anyone, even Percy at this moment in time, else.

With the differences Hermes had already noticed in Perseus' personality. Hera's plan could all fall apart because she had erased his life, and in the process allowed him a new start, a way for his personality to change even more then it might have given the time before he reached adulthood.

He had to find himself all over again, find out who he was because he couldn't remember.

A dangerous gamble indeed, Lupa thought as she sighed.

"Tonight is your last night here Percy," Lupa said, for once using the nickname he was so fond of. "Tomorrow at dawn you leave for Camp Jupiter."