A/N Start's off back in The Last Olympian but only so a few things can be switched around and set them up for later on down the road, however I will skip through the book fairly quickly. I looked up the dates and timeline of events for the books. War ended August 18, Lost Hero events start October 13. Feast of Fortuna and day before Argo II arrival is June 24. Percy says he woke up about 2 months before he reached camp. I'm going to have him wake up about 3 months before camp only because I need a bit of extra time for him to do something. Thalia is a day under 16 when made Lieutenant of Hunters and she sees Zoe as an equal so I assume Zoe is an eternally 16 year old girl as well, maybe a tad older looking.

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'flashback or thoughts'

Disclaimer: I own nothing of PJO or HoO

Chapter 1: Who Am I?

Underworld shores of the River Styx

Achilles, the greatest warrior to walk the earth, had just vanished after trying to warn Percy about the dangers of bathing in the Styx. Although it was appreciated, Percy knew that he had to do this. If he didn't then Kronos would win.

Focusing on where he wanted his Achilles spot to go he tried to carefully wade into the river. Nothing prepared him for the pain though and so he collapsed face first into it.

As he felt like he was dissolving in the acid-like water, the faces of friends and family all flashed through his head. He focused on each and every one of them, hoping to draw strength from their belief in him. Annabeth, Tyson, Grover, his mother and all the other demigods at camp.

Encouraging words from Tyson and Grover, unquestionable belief from his mother, it all helped him keep his identity. When he pictured Annabeth, he expected to hear her teasing him and calling him names all in good fun. Instead she encouraged him not to give up, to fight on and end the war, end Luke's madness.

Suddenly his vision cleared as he was reminded why he ventured into the underworld. Bursting out of the water like a man possessed he stumbled to the river shore and sank to his knees.

Annabeth mentioning Luke, even if it was his own imagination, brought a bad taste to his mouth. Why couldn't she just give up on him? Unlike Bianca, and Zoe, unlike Beckendorf and all the campers lost at the battle of the Labyrinth, Luke was beyond redemption. He didn't like it but since it was his own imagination that made Annabeth say Luke's name, there wasn't anyone he could be mad at.

Olympian throne room, morning August 18

"You won't," Annabeth cried out, "You promised. You're holding Kronos back even now."

Annabeth and Kronos were at a standstill. Their weapons locked in position. Percy and Annabeth had barely made it in time to prevent him from destroying the thrones of the gods. Fighting a Titan after a full day of warfare was beyond exhausting.

Even now, Percy could barely stand. His arms felt like lead and his legs too weak to walk. If he didn't know any better he'd swear Kronos had frozen time to prevent him from moving.

Kronos struck Annabeth across the face ending their stalemate. Walking over to where she'd slid, Kronos attempted to end her then and there, only for Annabeth to mumble a few words about family and promises.

Now it seemed it was Kronos himself who was at the mercy of stopped time. He was frozen in shock, only able to dart his eyes between Annabeth's knife and the blood at the corner of her mouth; blood that resulted from Kronos hitting her face.

Thinking quickly and after some encouraging words from Annabeth, Percy leapt to his feet and disarmed Kronos while picking up the dagger, the scythe coming to a stop at the hearth.

Standing between his friend and Kronos, Percy vowed not to let the titan hurt her.

A brief power struggle seemed to take place between Kronos and Luke. It seemed that control over Hermes' son wasn't as absolute as the titan wanted.

Kronos tried to get to his weapon to continue the battle only to have to drop it because it was too hot.

Annabeth was in obvious pain, she had a broken arm and who knows how many other injuries after all the battles. Even so she gasped out a few words about a 'hero' and 'cursed blade' that finally clicked in Percy's head.

It was a reminder of the prophecy that ruled his life even now.

Luke was back in control again but struggling. He wanted the blade to stab himself since Kronos would surely wrestle control back from him if Percy tried to do it. As Luke unlatched the side straps of his armor exposing his Achilles weak spot, Percy stumbled over to his side.

Just as Percy went to hand the knife to Luke, his eyes glowed gold and he snapped his head to the west. "My throne! Who dares-"

Taking advantage of the distraction, Percy lunged at Luke and stabbed at the bit of skin. Kronos tried to twist away but just as a single arrow felled Achilles, it only took a shallow cut to end Kronos.

What followed was similar to what happened to Percy at Mt St Helens. The throne room shook and enormous power exploded from within Luke.

When the light died down Grover, Annabeth and Percy walked over to a barely alive and conscious Luke Castellan who lay on the floor.

As Luke asked Annabeth if she had ever loved him Percy paid close attention to his first demigod friend. To the way she looked at Luke and then when she looked at Percy and answered that it was a brotherly love and once mistaken for something else.

Luke seemed satisfied with that answer, while Percy was disappointed. If that was true, then Annabeth didn't love him either. The way she looked at Luke for years and looked at Percy now was the same. It was nothing more than a crush turned hero worship.

Except that unlike Luke, Percy wouldn't lead her on, even if it meant having to keep his distance from her. She didn't deserve to be played with and he valued their friendship. So he would bear with it for her, if she tried to talk to him, he would pretend to be oblivious until she got over her crush.

Later that night, after the gods had given out their rewards and the party had ended. Percy found himself sitting alone at his table looking out over the beach at Camp Half-Blood. He'd returned to camp after finding out Rachel had rushed over as soon as the battle with Kronos ended.

Annabeth had brought him a cake and helped him eat it too. They enjoyed each other's company and a comfortable silence soon descended upon them.

Annabeth broke it after eating her fill of birthday cake. "You saved the world."

"We saved the world." Percy corrected her.

"And Rachel is the new Oracle, which means she won't be dating anybody." She continued, ignoring his comment.

Percy suddenly felt a bit awkward. He knew where she was going with this and for the sake of their friendship he had to stop it. It had been years since they met, and only recently did they get along without having to resort to bladed weapons.

Thinking quickly he changed the direction that the conversation was going. "Your mom talked to me before we left Olympus."

A little disappointed at the new topic of conversation, Annabeth was still curious about it, "What did she want?"

"She had a few things to say," Percy waved his hand dismissively, "but the coolest part was her admitting she was wrong."

Arching an eyebrow in surprise Annabeth's curiosity grew, "About what exactly?"

Hearing the faint hope in her voice Percy decided to squash that thought ruthlessly. She had to be delusional if she thought Athena would admit to being wrong about Percy being around her daughter.

So he puffed out his chest in mock pride. "She said she was wrong about me dooming the world to save a friend. You see, I'm awesome like that. Saving the world andsaving my friends at the same time."

Annabeth laughed at his antics and slapped his arm. Her hand lingered a little too long for Percy's taste though.

Standing up and stretching, he let out a long yawn before heading outside. "It's been a long day Annabeth. I'm tired, I'll see you tomorrow."

He didn't need to see her face to know she was disappointed. Her voice made it clear. "Oh. Yeah I can totally agree with you there. I'll see you tomorrow Percy."

As he headed to his cabin he noticed the large crowd of people lined up outside the pavilion. Shaking his head at whatever antics the Stolls had planned, he ignored them all and went to bed.

It had been a long day. The war might be over but now he had an even bigger issue at hand. How to handle Annabeth without accidentally insulting her or Athena by deciding not to date her.

As he was falling asleep he couldn't help but have a sense of impending doom overcome him. It might have had something to do with the new prophecy but somehow he doubted it. After all that had happened today and the day before all he wanted now was to forget the pain and losses the war had inflicted, to forget for just a brief moment of time who he was.

October

Camp Half-Blood was in a panic. It was nearing the middle of October and many demigods were back for vacation. Yet their most popular and arguably most powerful demigod was missing.

Percy Jackson had disappeared from his cabin and not been seen for days. At first no one thought anything of it. It wasn't until Annabeth asked his mother if she'd seen him that the camp councilors had taken his disappearance seriously.

Grover felt worse than anyone else, as he'd been the last to see him and only for the sole purpose of severing their empathy link. He claimed it was so that he could prove he wasn't useless; to prove that he was a strong Lord of the Wild.

Annabeth was distraught. Ever since the end of the war she had tried getting closer to Percy but he seemed to try and distance himself from her. Now she feared that he was in some sort of danger since there was no other explanation for his behavior.

Hundreds of miles away, in Sonoma Valley California a 16 year old boy was laid to rest before a fierce looking wolf.

"Is this the one?" growled the wolf.

The person who brought the young man took a knee in front of the wolf goddess. "Yes Lad-" a growl interrupted the messenger, "I mean yes Lupa. Lady Juno asks that you hide him away until he awakens. After that he must be sent to camp."

Sniffing the child at her paws, Lupa only shook her head. "A dangerous game that Juno plays. This move has the potential to start another war. But who am I to disobey? I will do as she asks."

Grinning slyly but careful to keep it hidden from the wolf, the unknown delivery person pulled a container of water from a bag on her back. "She also asks that you wash his head with this."

Sniffing at the bottle to determine its contents Lupa then took it from the messenger. "I was under the impression that his memories were already taken from him. Why use water from the river Lethe? Won't that make it permanent?"

A shake of the head in the negative before explaining the reasons, "No. Apparently this child has bathed in the River Styx and is the hero of the last prophecy. Therefore he bears the curse of Achilles and there is a chance that his memories will return to him faster than can be allowed if his memories were merely stolen. The Lethe water is to prevent this. He has already once gone into the River Lethe and so it is believed that its effects are only temporary for him. Lady Juno believes it safer to wash away his memories than merely steal them."

Lupa growled in irritation. "Do it now then, and do it yourself. I have neither the time nor the patience to play as this child's nanny."

Bowing her head to the wolf goddess the unnamed messenger did as she was told. Once her task was completed she took her leave. It wasn't until she was a safe distance away that she allowed herself to laugh.

"Hahaha ahaha. Oh how you amuse me Perseus Jackson. Hera wants to play her little games with you and Jason of the Romans, well I say let her. I can't wait until it all blows up in her face. She really is a fool and arrogant if such a weak goddess as Khione can whisper ideas into her ear. To think she didn't notice that the plan to use water from the River Lethe was not her own, mighty Queen of the Heavens indeed." The shadowy stranger mocked.

"Be glad I am skilled and kind enough to allow a single memory to remain after following orders Perseus. It'll be painful when you remember it but its far better than having them all wiped away. Gaea and Hera can plot all they want, but in the end it shall be much more amusing this way. I do wonder which memory you were allowed to keep though?" she asked herself as she walked off to report back to her superiors.

5 months later, March

It was the middle of the day and Lupa had decided to take a nap. One of the wolves in her pack interrupted her before she could fall asleep.

"The boy stirs Lupa. What will you have us do?" The wolf asked.

Lupa was confused. He was not supposed to wake for another month according to Juno. Shaking off the errant thought she stood up and padded over to where the child lay.

She watched as he woke from his goddess induced slumber. Glittering green eyes that held deep wells of power met the wolf goddess own eyes. 'He is strong, a good replacement for Jason. I had my doubts but if anyone can earn the respect of my Romans it is this child. He must work hard for it though. I will not go easy on him.'

"So you're finally up child. Do you know where you are? Why you are here?" Lupa had to make sure the water from the river had not worn off. They still had a little time, if need be he could be put under again and have his memories washed once more.

Looking around curiously the boy could only shake his head no.

Lupa then explained to the raven haired youth where he was and who he was. At least, she told him who he was compared to mortals. That he was a Roman demigod and that Roman gods did in fact exist.

He seemed to take it with only a hint of reluctance. There wasn't much better proof than a talking wolf goddess telling you these things after all.

After outlining everything for him Lupa then explained how he was going to be trained and why, telling him that he must stand on his own two feet so he would make his way to Camp Jupiter himself. It was a safe haven for demigods, others like him.

"Now then, get up and we can begin." Lupa barked.

The teenager frowned as he had one question to ask. "Before we begin, can you answer something for me?"

"Make it quick." The wolf goddess snapped.

"Who am I? What's my name?"

If wolves could show emotions other than irritation, Lupa would be displaying extreme amounts of confusion and surprise. Surely he must have been left some memories?

"What do you remember?" She asked cautiously.

"Nothing." Was the immediate reply.

"Your name is Perseus Jackson. I don't know much else about you. I was told to train you and that your memories would return in time." Lupa answered.

Frustration then annoyance and finally acceptance crossed Percy's features. He followed the wolf as she had turned to walk away after saying her piece.

The way she spoke promised much pain and hard work in the immediate future.

late May, early June

It'd been almost a week since leaving Lupa and her hellacious training behind. He never thought he'd regret it until now.

Those thrice damned snake-haired ladies were starting to really irritate Percy. He didn't know if it was normal or not but they just didn't seem to stay dead. He'd run them over with a car, crushed them under crates of bowling bowls and sliced them to bits over and over again.

The first time it'd been a few days of rest, the second a little under two, but now he was lucky if he got a full day of peace after killing them.

Lupa had shown him how to hone and follow his instincts.

All his instincts were screaming at him to run right now. There had to be a trick to killing these monsters but he didn't know what it was.

As he sliced the one named Stheno to pieces once again he ran off the road and headed to the nearest building he saw. As luck would have it, it turned out to be an Audi dealership, one full of sports cars that he was tempted to use to help him get far away.

His conscience warred with his survival instinct right now. Since leaving the Wolf House he'd done some law breaking, he wouldn't deny that. He'd even resorted to borrowing a car once or twice, but he'd always been in a dire situation.

It was either steal food and clothes or die of starvation and hypothermia. Steal a car and smash those monsters or let them kill him. Finally his survival instincts won out as he decided to put as much distance between himself and those snake-haired ladies.

Common sense took over before he broke into and tried to steal a new car from the lot. He decided to wait until a customer asked to test drive a car and just take the car that was left behind. As luck would have it, a guy in his early twenties driving a Yamaha FZ1 was the first person he overheard asking to drive a car.

Percy waited until they had left the lot before running over to the motorcycle and hopping on. For some odd reason he felt comfortable on a bike. Stranger still was how he associated riding one with riding a Pegasus. Maybe his memories would come back if he did things that were familiar to him?

He was only on the road for a few minutes before he came to an intersection of sorts. He had to decide whether to turn right onto CA-37 W or turn left onto CA-37 E.

His instincts screamed East, but his subconscious was telling him West. East spelled safety for him, he was sure the camp Lupa told him about lay East. While West screamed of guilt and unresolved issues.

He didn't know why but it seemed that if he went West he'd come across something he regretted or something he hadn't finished. Percy was tired, hungry and desperate for answers. Even though he wanted nothing but to rest easy right now and get to possible safety at camp, if heading West had even the slightest chance of getting his memories back he had to take it.

It was nearing nightfall when he finally reached the foot of the mountain he'd been gravitating to. His sense of preservation was screaming at him to turn around immediately and head East but his curiosity and strange sense of familiarity compelled him to move on.

The higher he drove up the mountain the more prominent the scent of cough drops became. His sense of familiarity and dread increased with each passing second.

"Mount Tamalpais. The Mountain of Despair. How do I know that?" Percy asked himself.

As he got closer to the top of the mountain the fog seemed to thicken. It took all of his will and concentration to keep going through the Mist that Lupa had told him about.

Now he was sure that he'd made the right choice in coming here. If something was so heavily guarded surely someone could provide him answers.

He'd driven out of the forest by now and was well into the wide open spaces of cliffs and grass and rocks and fog.

Thunder boomed and lightning flashed across the sky as if warning him to turn back. Percy just ignored it and kept driving. Sheets of fog were now obscuring the road, making it harder to concentrate on driving the Yamaha.

After a few more minutes of careful driving the fog cleared, the road was dirt and the grass was thicker. The sunset that he'd just barely beat by coming up the mountain painted a captivating view from his position looking out over the sea.

Pulling his eyes away from the captivating view he looked at what lay in front of him. A single path in front of him led to the top of the mountain. It led through a lush meadow of shadows and flowers.

As beautiful as it was, save for the enormous dragon at the foot of a tree, he couldn't help the feeling of déjà vu that came over him. Four figures shimmered into existence before him, four young women that he knew to be the Hesperides, the caretakers of the golden apples of immortality.

One of the maidens spoke to him. "Come back to mock our father Perseus Jackson?"

"No," he answered, "I came to find answers. I don't even know who your father is."

A different girl scoffed at his remark. "You expect us to believe you? Was it not you who came here before with our sister only to imprison our father once again?"

Percy tried with all his might to remember what they were talking about. He'd just been told the reason everything seemed so familiar was because this was not his first time here. Even after the girls told him this, he still couldn't recall any of his memories.

"Please just let me through. I won't hurt you; I don't even have my memories anymore. They were stolen from me." Percy begged.

"Let him pass sisters. I doubt he's strong enough to do what Hercules failed at without the aid of Zoe. Besides that, Hera has plans for this one." A third girl beseeched her siblings.

The fourth one and apparent leader ground her teeth in irritation. "Fine. But be warned Jackson. You may have helped our sister Calypso and the other minor gods, but you hold no favor with us. Although we didn't show it, we still loved Zoe and it is because of you that she is gone according to our father."

Stunned at this turn of events Percy barely had the presence of mind to follow the path up the mountain after being dismissed. This explained why he associated guilt with this place. He'd caused the death of one of the Hesperides.

As he reached the top of the mountain he came upon ruins. Blocks of granite and marble, broken columns and half melted statues littered the area. He'd reach the ruins of Mount Othrys but he wondered why it showed signs of recent battle.

He took a few moments to calm down from his ordeal. After he had his feelings back under control he took a look around the mountain. He was searching for clues or anything that could possibly trigger a memory. He searched for a long while but came up empty handed despite his best efforts.

Beyond frustrated now, he walked over to sit at one of the ruined thrones in the building. This one was styled with constellations and an abacus. Frustrated at not finding anything Percy took out his sword Anaklusmos and stabbed it into the throne.

The explosion that resulted from this was entirely unexpected. He was blown back a clear twenty feet and rolled a few times before coming to a stop. It was only his extremely tough skin that prevented serious injury.

Ears ringing but otherwise unharmed Percy slowly got back to his feet. Walking back into the room to try and figure out what had happened he stopped in his tracks. In front of the destroyed throne stood a beautiful girl. She resembled the Hesperides but at the same time she was even prettier than they were.

She was gorgeous and from the looks of her clothes, very dangerous.

She wore a white shirt, silver jacket, silvery camo pants and black combat boots. Combined with her caramel like skin, silky black hair and volcanic black eyes and Percy wondered if he hit his head too hard and was hallucinating.

He snapped back to attention when he noticed that his sword was now in the girls hand and she was examining it closely with a mixture of pride and perhaps regret.

Taking a few cautious steps forward he decided to try and get some answers. "Who are you and how did you get up here?"

The girl instantly looked up and lifted the sword in a defensive position. "I should be asking you that boy. Who are you and how did you get this sword?"

Deciding that the one holding the sword deserved the answers, Percy spread his arms far and away from his body to show he was defenseless. "I've had that sword since I woke up with it in my hands two months ago. I don't remember or know anything about myself before that. Lupa said I would get my memories back eventually and my name is Pe-."

The sword clattered to the ground and the girl interrupted him before he could finish. "Percy Jackson."

Percy nodded.

"But how? You aren't dead are you? This isn't Elysium is it? I remember a door swinging open when I was there and a voice compelling me to walk through it." She stammered out, trying to recover from her shock. Then what he answered finally clicked.

Bewildered she asked, "What do you mean you don't have memories? Lupa, how could you have met Lupa and still live?"

Percy snorted, "Believe me I almost died more than a few times while training with her. But you didn't answer my first question who are you?"

She had calmed down a bit after her initial outburst and seemed to know Percy so she lowered the sword. Still, she looked confused and apprehensive because of his lack of memory. "My name is Zoe Nightshade, former Lieutenant of the Hunters of Artemis."

As soon as the last syllable of her name had left her mouth a searing pain exploded from within his head. A single memory resurfaced throughout all the pain; one where he was looking down at the girl in front of him as she lay dying.

Her last words she spoke to him echoed in his head as he fell to his knees. 'You spoke the truth, Percy Jackson. You are nothing like… like Hercules. I am honored that you carry this sword.'

As his face fell to the ground and right before he passed out from the pain a few things became clear to him. Zoe was supposed to have died and was somehow back. The sword that had saved his life many times already, Anaklusmos, was originally hers, and somehow he knew for certain that he would never recover the rest of his memories.

A/N well I hope people liked what they saw. I find that the idea of Percy taking longer (if ever) to get his memories back before the Greeks arrive interesting. I mean if he hadn't taken that Gorgon blood in the book what would have changed?