A/N: Surprise! I'm actually back sooner than I expected so you guys get a new chapter! PLEASE VOTE FOR THE EVENTUAL SHIP ON MY PROFILE! I fixed the issue where it didn't appear so I srsly need you all to vote so I can get some fluffy stuff going on! Anyways, review and follow/favorite maybe? Toodles ~Anistaisia (aka Live Long and Love Books)

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PERCY POV

I sat up, gazing around me at the shocked faces of the immortal demigods. Well, fuck, I thought, there goes the secret. Suddenly, the Hunter, Thalia, I think it was, grabbed my shoulders and shook me.

"What. The. Hades. Perseus!" she enunciated each word with a shake. "You've been alive all this time, and you couldn't even think to tell us?!" she yelled, releasing me and slapping my face.

I stood to my full height, about 6'5'', rubbing my jaw. The others just stood there, and I could see their disbelief, anger and pain in their expressions, especially the blonde girl, Annabeth. I had thought she was mute, but she had shouted along with Thalia.

"I hate to burst your bubble," I said smoothly, "but I do not know a Perseus, nor have I ever. I am Prometheus, and have been for the two and a quarter centuries. Now, if you would all kindly tell me what you're here for, because I assume you're not in my cabin just to invade my privacy." I glared at them with my special death glare and they all cringed.

"Er…. We came to wake you up, seeing as it's already nine and we have campers to train," the dark-skinned girl, Hazel, said meekly.

"Alrighty, then. Now, if you would show yourselves out, that would be wonderful." They all started towards the door, nearly falling over themselves. As an afterthought, I added, "And if you would not tell anyone else who you think I am, this Perseus," I rolled my eyes, "that would be even better."

They nodded and rushed out, as I sighed and pulled on a shirt. I quickly donned my armor and hood, examining my weapons as I called out to Chaos. She appeared, and I didn't look up from the broadsword, asking, "The ones who knew me?"

She, of course, knew what I was talking about, and nodded. "Yes, Prometheus. It's time you knew who you were in your other life. The stories I told you? You actually did those things, as a mortal demigod. You were Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon. "

"So they all knew me? They were my…. Friends?" I replied hesitantly, sheathing the broadsword.

"Indeed," she sighed.

"How will I tell them that I don't remember them?" I panicked.

"You'll figure it out. Prometheus for insight, remember?" Chaos smiled.

"Sure," I muttered, striding towards the door.

As I walked away, I felt broken, like I was living a lie. Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon, slayer of titans, giants and monsters. Percy Jackson, the loyal and kind. It didn't feel right, having this new name and the new knowledge. I walked past the arena and dining pavilion as I thought, unconsciously gravitating towards the shore. I shook my head to clear my thoughts, looking out at the ocean for a moment, before walking back to the arena because I had demigods to train.

ANNABETH POV

He was alive? Impossible. Or was it? I had watched as his body had faded, assuming he had died. Is that how he was still alive? Chaos had probably summoned him and given him life and immortality, but how did he not remember any of us? We were all his friends, and though three hundred and fifty years was a long time to go without seeing any of us, he would vaguely recall our faces and names. But, the way he looked at us, as if we were perfect strangers, and insisted he didn't know who Percy was, even though he wore his face, broke me. I had been so shocked at this impossibility of him being alive, I had spoken for the first time in, well, forever.

All of us immortal demi-gods made our way to the Poseidon cabin after we exited the Chaos cabin. It had been our hangout whenever we found ourselves in camp since it was filled with memories; pictures of us all, and Percy's things. For a while, after he disappeared, died, whatever it was, I came down from Olympus and stayed in the cabin for weeks on end.

As soon as the door was shut behind us, we burst into chatter.

"HE'S ALIVE?!"

"I'm so going to kill Prissy.."

"It's been 350 years! 350 YEARS! And he couldn't be bothered to find us!"

Someone, (Thalia) punched a wall, while others, (Hazel, Piper) sat, stunned and another, (Nico) was nowhere to be found.

"He didn't know us." I whispered, and everyone turned and stared at me. I was scrunched up, sitting on Percy's old bed with my arms around my knees which were tucked in to my chest, my head resting on top of them.

"You said something, Annie!" Thalia had stopped her pacing and sat down next to me, putting an arm around my shoulders.

"No shit," I muttered, and she laughed.

"So, what was that you said?" she asked eagerly.

"I said, he didn't know us. He really, honestly didn't know who we were. He thought we were strangers, that he had only just met the previous day, not friends that he had had for years before he died," I pointed out to them, in a louder tone. "He denied knowing Percy, even though it is technically him, telling us again that he's Prometheus," I sighed, "my theory is that he was either reborn, with a completely new body and therefore no memory of us, or- you know how I told you guys he faded? I meant that literally- he was summoned by Chaos and given life and immortality in return for service or something like that, and lost his memory again. Just theories, though." I shrugged, as the others looked at me in shock.

"Okay, then either way, how can we make him remember?" Nico, (who stepped out of the shadows, making Leo jump), asked.

"I'm not sure. We can retell him everything, with these pictures," I gestured around the room, "But I don't know that that will help him remember, just to know how Percy lived." I frowned

"It's the best we have for now," Piper said, smiling sadly.

"Alright! Operation Get Percy Back starts now!" Travis shouted and we all smiled, shaking our heads as we got up to walk out.

"C`mon, we have campers to train for this big war!" Thalia shouted, running towards the training area.

I smiled, running after her. It felt as if a giant weight, greater even than the sky had been lifted off my shoulders, because now, he was alive. I could let most of my guilt go, and live again, not just survive, which I had been doing for the last three and a half centuries. I was so close; it felt like I was a bird, trapped behind a glass wall, given the illusion of freedom, but not set free quite yet. Soon, I promised myself, soon.

The only thing left to do before I was completely free was get the old Percy Jackson back.