Author's Note: I'm back from my rather short vacation, and it was great. However, I've had writer's block for a while now D: I finally came up with something, so please don't get your hopes up – this probably won't live up to prior expectations.

In his first dream, Percy was on a mountain.

He was standing at the peak as mist and fog swirled thickly around, making the air hazy. The buffeting winds slowly gathering speed and the beginnings of a snowstorm did not help to clear his vision. However, he could see a giant form standing before him, along with a human-size guy who was being chained – imprisoned, or held captive. The guy looked to be in his late thirties, and his face was white as a sheet. Percy couldn't tell if he looked good or not, because his features were contorted – as though he'd been driven completely insane. He also seemed to be semi-conscious.

Where Percy was standing, the ground was rising, enveloping his ankles and preventing him from standing properly. He couldn't move.

A huge, earthen form rose out of the soil, forming a vaguely humanoid giant-sized woman. Her hair was covered in moss, and she was liquid – the soil constantly dripping everywhere as though her face were melting, though more earth kept rising to keep her basic form. As the monstrous creature rose, the giant knelt.

Rise, Enceladus, the creature spoke. Her voice – it was definitely a her, somehow – wasn't coming directly from the formation's mouth, but sounded as though it were echoing around the entire mountain range. I come to warn you.

Rest assured that everything is going according to plan, said Enceladus. The boy will bring the girl to retrieve her father. Porphyrion will rise undisturbed, and Hera will perish.

Making sure that foolish son of Jupiter, Jason Grace, would bring her was the simplest of our tasks, Gaea said. He is too morally upright and driven by his affections for his daughter.

Enceladus looked gleeful.

But something has happened, Gaea said. We may be thwarted. Hera has tried to unite the demigods. She has offered Jason Grace and Perseus Jackson as an exchange.

Fear not, my lady, Enceladus reassured. Jason Grace will be dead as soon as he sees me.

Perseus Jackson must be dealt with, Gaea mused. Then she turned – a giant, mud form that was absolutely terrifying – and looked directly at Percy.

The dream changed, and Percy was looking at a guy sitting in the corner of a room. He looked to be slightly younger than Percy, but it was so dim he couldn't make out his face. All Percy could see was his close-cropped hair reflecting light. The guy was studying a picture in his hands, of a girl in a black army jacket with lots of badges. The girl in the picture was around twelve, and she had black spiky hair, bright blue eyes and freckles. Her face was painfully familiar.

"Jason?" An even more familiar girl's voice called, and the blond guy – Jason – glanced at the door. There was a silhouette of a girl in the doorway.

Percy woke up.

A hint of a memory, faint and painfully near, filled his mind and lingered just out of reach. Percy struggled to think through his impatience, and the invisible restraints that had been put in his mind.

His name was Jason, the guy everyone at this camp kept talking about. Son of Jupiter – Zeus. The spiky-haired girl's face was familiar. The sight of her face made him think of lightning flashing down from the heavens, hitting a spear, and redirecting itself to Percy, burning his front. If they'd known each other prerviously, they must've quarreled a lot.

Percy glanced outside his room through the window – it was still bright, which meant it wasn't time for dinner yet. He took off his bead necklace and studied the beads again.

The first one on the cord was black, with a green trident, the symbol of Poseidon. Maybe he had that bead to symbolize his parentage? The second bead had a picture of a golden sheepskin – a fleece. That one didn't make sense, because Percy didn't have anything to do with sheep. He figured that maybe it symbolized something that had happened to him before. The next bead was a maze, which Percy could not understand at all. His fourth bead was the Empire State Building, with the lightning and stormclouds around it. Now that he studied it closer, he could see that the stormclouds weren't really clouds – they were carved names. Eagerly, Percy tried to read some of the names. Most of them were unfamiliar, but he faltered over a few. Katie Gardner – Michael Yew – Silena Beauregard – Charles Beckendorf. He was certain that he'd known these people. Why were their names on the bead? The fifth bead was the façade of a palace, with soaring white marble columns, golden rooftop gardens and lush greenery hanging everywhere. There were also statues standing around.

Percy felt his hair rise, then a woman materialized before him. She was tall, beautiful and dressed in a white toga-style dress. She looked human, but Percy could tell she wasn't mortal. For one, she had a glowing aura about her – that was a dead giveaway.

Percy didn't know what to do, so he just stared. "Perseus Jackson," the woman said. "You do not remember anything of me, but I am Hera, Queen of the Gods."

"Um … hi, Queen Hera." Percy looked up uncomfortably. Hera's eyes were boring into his, trying to see into his mind. "What brings you here?"

"I am not really here," Hera or not-really-Hera said. "This is only a small part of my spirit, since most of my essence is under capture. That is not what I have come to tell you. You can't remember anything, but I have to show you something you must."

Percy couldn't comprehend. Then the next second he was surrounded by a vision.

A girl, with blonde curls, lay on a stretcher on a balcony. Beyond them, a familiar city skyline soared. The girl looked pale and sweaty, but her face, with its big gray eyes, hit him with strong recognition. Tending to her was a healer, treating a nasty-looking gash where the skin was a nasty shade of green.

The world spun, and he was underwater. Pain hit him like a thousand knives from all directions, and Percy's mind was in a state of panic. Maybe Hera was really trying to kill him. The boiling acid stung his skin, then Percy felt a tug from his back, like a cord.

"Hold on Seaweed Brain." Percy heard a familiar girl's voice coming from directly above him, and glanced up. "You're not getting away from me that easily."

The tug on his back strengthened threefold, and he could see whose voice it was – the blonde girl who he'd just seen on the balcony. Seeing her face, Percy felt something stirring inside him, a curious sense of significance. In fact, being there rekindled some of his memories – he could distinctly remember being in this river before, and the experience was definitely too bizarre to be familiar, but he'd definitely done it before. And her presence carried a definite weight – it was vitally important, he could tell that much.

The girl was standing barefoot on the edge of the acid river, wearing an orange T-shirt like the one he'd been wearing, and her blonde hair was tucked up into a cap. She smiled at him, and he felt a warm rush. "You are such an idiot sometimes. Come on, take my hand."

Percy reached up for her hand, just because it felt right. Before his fingers could reach hers, though, the vision faded and he was into another.

In this vision, he was a spectator – he saw a young boy, maybe of twelve or thirteen, standing beside the creek. The boy had jet-black hair and startlingly green eyes – it was clearly himself, much younger. The blonde girl was there too, much younger – about his age, then. She looked to be thinking extremely hard. Looking at her expression, Percy could almost see the wheels in her head spinning.

"Percy, step into the water." Percy made a move to step into the creek, but stopped when he realized that she was speaking to his younger self. There was a gasp, and only then did Percy notice all the spectators standing around – kids to teenagers, dressed in battle armour. There was also a half-man half-horse, a centaur, with a familiar wise, kind face standing nearby. Everyone was staring at younger Percy in shock. Percy followed their gaze to see himself standing in the water.

"Look, I don't know why," Younger Percy seemed to be apologizing, but everyone was ignoring him. Percy sounded ridiculous, even to himself. There was a spinning greenish hologram over younger Percy's head – a trident, the symbol of Poseidon, his father. Clearly, this had been his "claiming" that the other campers were forever discussing. Now he knew that it had happened – just not in the way they were used to. Where had he been, anyway? With a group of orange-shirted demigods?

The last vision faded, and Percy was standing in front of Hera again. "Who is she?" he demanded. Hera's image was already fading. "Where was that place?"

"You have to remember her," Hera said. "She is your lifeline, and you must remember what keeps you human. If you lose sight of your humanity, you lose sight of yourself and what is right."

Percy couldn't comprehend any of what Hera was saying. "Which means what? Why is she my lifeline?"

"I cannot tell you," Hera said infuriatingly. "Just do not forget what I have told you."

"How am I expected to remember if – " Percy started, but couldn't finish because Hera had disappeared. Percy stared at the spot where she'd been a few seconds earlier, then sighed in exasperation and sat back down on the bed, looking at the statue of Poseidon and trying in vain to remember her name. He'd already decided he wasn't going to play by the Romans' rules. He was going to leave at first opportunity and look for his old life, wherever it was.

AN: That's it :\ Not great, a little abrupt maybe, but I hope you'll still leave a review. The point of this chapter is for Percy to have some clue, no matter how ambiguous, about his old life/Camp Half-Blood/Annabeth/Thalia/stuff in general, because I don't want him to be completely useless. It's also physically impossible for him to forget his Annabeth, because of the whole lifeline-thing, which is why I put that in, even though I really wanted to write about him not recognizing her upon meeting again. Anyway, please tell me what you think/suggestions? :)

- Eliza (FairytaleRomance)