Chapter 1: Mors Memorias

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"I believe in the immeasurable power of love; that true love can endure any circumstance and reach across any distance."

-Steve Maraboli

Percy's POV:

It had been eight months since I had last seen my Wise Girl and I was hating every second of it. Fate had been especially cruel to us and right when things had been going well, when we had finally started dating and were actually happy, Annabeth had disappeared. Now of course, after Reyna, the new girl who had lost her memory told me that there was another camp, a camp for Roman demigods, I was shocked. But mostly, I just wanted to punch Hera in the face. Her Bovine Majesty had decided that one Great War wasn't enough, Annabeth just had to be sent to Camp Jupiter with her memories wiped to, and I quote "bridge the divide between the two camps."

"Okay then, get Leo and the entire Cabin 9 along with Cabin 6 here right now and ask Chiron if he could come here as well." I told Butch. Even though he was the son of Iris, goddess of rainbows, his arms- correction his guns were big enough to make his opponents see rainbows without any help from his parent necessary. Ever since Annabeth had disappeared, I had done everything in my power to find her and to think that I knew where she was now? The thought of reuniting with Annabeth allowed me to push past my exhaustion after the quest and all the months of searching I'd done. Soon I saw Leo, Nyssa, Hayley and the rest of Cabin 9 along with Malcolm and his siblings from Cabin 6 cresting the top of Half-Blood hill.

Leo's POV:

When Percy called us in a hurry, I knew something was up and looking at him now, I couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy. I mean sure, quests can be difficult, but you can always come back to camp and rest afterwards. Singing at the amphitheatre, racing against the dryads and Capture the Flag were some of the most fun times I'd ever had. But Percy, he looked like a ghost. His skin was pale, his eyes bloodshot with dark bags under them and it looked like he'd lost at least a couple of pounds. He looked ready to collapse. For the past eight months, we had watched him in his unfailing search for Annabeth. Today though, his demeanor was of a half-starved man who had finally stumbled upon a feast.

"Hey Water Boy, what's with the summons?" I asked him. When he finally told us about Camp Jupiter, a place near the Oakland Hills in San Francisco where Roman demigods went to train, all I could think was "dude get some sleep. You're dreaming or something." What I did not expect was Chiron interjecting on his behalf and confirming everything.

"So, wait, you're telling me there's an entire camp out there and no one knew about it?" I asked. Chiron sighed once and from the way his tail was flicking back and forth, I could tell he was agitated.

"Did you ever stop to think, Leo, how exactly Mount Othyrs was destroyed? Or the fact that Krios and Iapetus never attacked New York with Kronos and Hyperion? The only reason I never said anything was because I was bound to an oath of silence, because the last time the two camps met, it resulted in a massacre of epic proportions, what you call The American Civil War was actually a fight between the Roman and the Greek demigods. "

I was stunned to say the least. But then, figuring Percy probably called us here for something important, I turned to him and asked, "Why'd you call us here exactly?"

"Umm, seeing as how we need to go there and get Annabeth back, and because it's a whole camp of potentially hostile demigods, we can't just go there in a minivan. It wouldn't hurt to be a little prepared…" he said.

"So, what, you want to pack up the entire camp and lay siege to The Caldecott Tunnel?" I asked. "No actually" he said. Then he looked as if he was thinking about something. But I noticed something about him. Percy was almost hopping with excitement, overjoyed at the prospect of finally seeing his girlfriend after 8 months and I knew that even if Zeus himself blocked his way to Annabeth, he'd still find a way to get to her. No way was something as trivial as another Civil War going to stop him from getting her back.

Finally, he said "Well, I don't remember much about Romans but Annabeth told me they did not have much of a naval military stratagem and seeing as how I'm the son of Poseidon….it all works out, don't you think?"

"What exactly are you saying Percy?" I asked him.

"Well, Leo. Buckle up. You're going to be building a Greek warship!"

Author's Note – Hey everyone! This is my first fanfic so I don't really know if all of you will like it or not. I know it's a little short but I'll try to be more detailed in the following chapters. I have crazy 10-hour classes so I may be a little irregular with my postings, but I'll try not to make you wait too long :) Also please try to REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!