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He came to a hill and there at the base was the charred remains of a tree. This also seemed to come back to him, and he realized that this is where he met Thalia. It was coming back to him, slowly but it was coming. He remembered how Fabor had told him that Thalia left the hunters of Artemis to try and save the world but she died. He remembered being there at the halls of Olympus when Thalia joined the hunters. The same blonde girl was in that memory as well, but he still didn't know who she was.

He entered the borders of Camp Half Blood. He could see the framework for cabins. The place had grown wild. He walked around and he came to the cabin that was for Posiedon. There wasn't much left but he walked in and he saw there on the floor, a horn. Which he remembered was from when he battled the minotaur. He also unraveled one mystery when he found the information about himself. He knew that this was when he was a fugitive for being a person of interest in the disappearance of his mother Sally Jackson. There was that blonde girl again creeping in, and a boy with goat legs? Hmm. He didn't know about that one.

He walked out of the cabin, and that was when an arrow whizzed right past his right ear. He looked in the direction it was coming from and he was being showered with arrows. He jumped behind a remaining wall to his cabin and he called upon the water to lift him and shoot him to the source of there arrows.

He knew what he was going to say. He shouted, "Stop, I am unarmed." He forgot what he was going to say because there in the front was that same blonde girl. "Uhh, who are you?"

She didn't respond but gave the signal to bind him. He was still in that stupor hoping that she would tell him, and he didn't even fight back when they took him prisoner.

A few hours later she came into the tent where she was being held. "Who are you that you think that you can enter this camp so boldly. This was a place of refuge for many heroes for centuries, before it was destroyed and the heroes were destroyed. You're actions disrespect the dead. Only a demigod that fights for the titans would disrespect these heroes."

"So you fight against the titans then?" Percy asked. "Oh then maybe you can help me. I fight against the titans too. I'm sorry I meant no disrespect to the dead its just I've been trying to piece together my broken past. I call myself Katajyida and I know I'm a son of Posiedon. I know that the people I would have known if they had lived to a ripe old age would have died 20-30 years ago, but the strange thing is you seem to have a place in nearly all of my broken memories. Who are you?"

She looked at him deciding if she should really tell him. "My name is Annabeth, I am the leader of the hunters of artemis. After my friend Thalia died to save the world."

Percy looked at her stunned. And he coughed. "Did you just say, Annabeth? Annabeth Chase?" Then he groaned. Yes he knew who she was. "This is not what I wanted."

Now it was Annabeth who looked concerned. "Yes, how would you know that name? And what do you mean by saying this isn't what you wanted?"

"I have been trying to piece together my past. It has been difficult since the story goes that I died 100 years ago. I didn't think anyone who knew me would still be alive. But as soon as you said your name, I knew you. I am Percy Jackson. Its not my business, but why did you choose to become a hunter of Artemis?"

At that moment Annabeth remembered all the pain and the sorrow that had been on his account, "Percy?" She turned and left. She spoke to the hunters guarding the tent. "You can release him, however under no circumstances is he allowed to come speak to me without my permission. He may save the world, but he can share his tales with someone else."

One of the huntresses asked, "Annabeth, who is he?"

"Ask him yourself, right now I don't want anything to do with him. You can ask him what he needs to win this war, and we will try to work with him."

After that Annabeth went to her own tent, and she thought about Percy, and about the fact that he was the reason she became a huntress. She was so angry how could he just show up now of all times? Why didn't he come before her best friend Thalia had died or before any of her friends had died? The only people that were still around from when she was a camper were the gods, sometimes, and Chiron, but he had been trying to build a new safe place for demigods. She didn't know how it was going. It had been so long since she'd been there. If she had known Percy was alive, she would have continued her search. She would have searched the whole world over. She never would have become a hunter of artemis.

But fate was strange. If she had not become a hunter of artemis, she would have never seen the man she loved again. But did she really want to see him again? She lost her heart the day she gave up ever finding Percy again. She found herself walking the beach to try and clear her mind, but then she realized she walked the beaches as a way to get close to Percy, to somehow plead with him to defy death and come to her. And now he was here and she realized that she didn't want to walk the beaches for him.

She didn't get to stay absorbed in her thoughts long though, they had stayed in this spot too long, and she began to hear the sounds of battle. She grabbed he knife and her bow and ran towards their tents, but as she came closer what she saw was astonishing. This man, Percy, and she knew it was him was raised above the ground on this huge wave. She could see power emanating from him. He used the water as his weapon, attacking the monsters with a sword made from water itself. He challenged the monsters there on his battle wave.

So he finally meets annabeth. The next chapter or two will be more details on this reuniting then it should move in to battles and other things. Also maybe I could have cut out the details about him piecing together his past but I feel like its important for him to figure out who he is and I don't believe that memories can come back all at once.