99 years Percy has been in Tartarus
Camp Half-Blood: The woods
"What do you want to know about him?" Leo questioned Anthony suspiciously.
"I don't know . . . Just tell me everything."
"How much time do you have on your hands?" Piper asked, returning to dangling off the oak.
"Well, Samantha and Michael were chasing me, I guess they're still looking for me, and I have archery in half in hour." Anthony answered her.
"Why were they chasing you?" Leo looked sad, remembering when he was pursued and bashed by other foster kids.
"Trying to beat me up. They've been doing that ever since I got to Camp, which was two years ago."
"So, do you like archery?" Piper, feeling awkward, changed the subject.
"I love archery! I'm the best archer alive, the one before me was Frank Zhang, he's thebest archer to ever live!"
The two ghosts looked shocked, but then they remembered the perfect accuracy Frank had on targets.
"Yeah," Leo went on after an awkward silence,"Percy was the best swordsman to ever live. He wasn't always stronger than his opponents, but he was sword smart and could come up with a perfect plan within five seconds, I think Annabeth passed on some strategy in his head."
"Wait, tell me about how Percy got into Camp. I barely made it because I was being chased by a hungry empousa, monsters say they like Poseidon's kids the best because we taste like seafood."
The orange ghost and the pink ghost exchanged a smirking look; Percy's grand entrance could top Anthony's by a mile.
. . .
A stunned girl with just as stunned karpoi stood in shock while an Asian boy and Percy burst into the open and began to massacre every source of fiber they could find. The Asian shot an arrow through Barley, who crumbled into seeds. Percy slashed his sword through Sorghum and charged toward Millet and Oats. The pretty African American girl jumped down and joined the fight.
Within minutes, the karpoi had been reduced to piles of seeds and various breakfast cereals. Wheat started to re-form, but Percy pulled a lighter from his pack and sparked a flame.
"Try it," he warned, "and I'll set this whole field on fire. Stay dead. Stay away from us, or the grass gets it!"
The pretty girl shouted at the grain piles: "He'll do it! He's crazy!"
The remnants of the karpoi scattered in the wind. The boy climbed the rock and watched them go.
Percy extinguished his lighter and grinned at the girl.
. . .
Percy woke from his dream, still confused. Every time he had tried to remember his past he got a dream that didn't explain anything.