Hello. This is my first fanfiction ever, so expect this to be a pretty low-quality brainchild thinking about some "what ifs". But hey, it could be good in your eyes, so read on!
Percy woke up in near darkness, but some light was filtering through the pretty high-quality silk on him. He couldn't move, and he couldn't remember anything about himself, other than five things;
His name was Percy Jackson, he was a Son of Poseidon, Greek myths were real, his mother was called Sally Jackson and he had a sword called Riptide, which always returned to his pocket.
He heard a man talking about how he (as in Percy himself) was the greatest warrior Camp Half-Blood had ever seen.
There was something, he came from this "Camp Half-Blood".
And then someone else spoke, and it was a girl's voice. It was obvious she had been crying as her voice was coarse. She said something about Percy, but he didn't focus on it. He recognised the voice, though he didn't know where from. Probably from Camp Half-Blood. Then he realised that the light was getting brighter, and it was getting warmer. Maybe it was Apollo driving the sun chariot? But then the silk caught on fire, and suddenly he regained movement of himself.
He jolted upright, and saw the entire silk cloth, which was like a large blanket, was on fire. One thing remained untouched so far; the dark blue trident embroidered in the centre of his blanket. But something was off, and then he realised that he only felt like he was receiving a nice warm breeze from a hair dryer. And then he looked down.
Percy was so surprised he didn't even hear the gasps, cries and yells of the crowd sat around him; he just stared blankly at himself for a few seconds, then remembered he was the son of Poseidon. He immediately sat up, and, luckily for him, his clothes hadn't fully burnt off so his privacy was still protected. He immediately dashed out of what he thought was the arena, looking around for a water source.
He saw a glistening, beautiful lake nearby. He immediately dashed toward it. Behind him, the crowd ran after him, led by the 3 gods who showed up to his funeral rites, the entirety of Camp Half-Blood, Chiron the Centaur, and Tyson, Percy's half-brother, a one-eyed cyclops.
Percy jumped straight in, and the fire immediately extinguished. His shirt flew off as he jumped in, since it was mostly burnt off from the top so nothing was holding it down. He was surprised to be able to breathe in, and again remembered he was son of the sea god. He took in the view of the lake, the water slowly darkening into a seemingly infinite abyss. Then he heard the yells of people above, and swam up to see who they were.
He was greeted by multiple faces of delight, surprise, fear, and shock. He stared around and them, sub-consciously treading water.
"Hello. I'm guessing this is Camp Half-Blood?"