Grover walked up Half-Blood Hill and down the slope to the campfire. Percy looked on intently as Grover offered part of his food to the gods and sat down on a log. He remembered campfire nights, how the campfire rose to great heights and changed colors. However, he couldn't see the people that well due to the darkness. After they'll light the fire, I'll see them better.
"So as I told you all, Percy's gonna be joining us today." Grover said, echoed by many Hey Percy!, How are you doing?, He lost his memory, right? They began crowding around the IM, but Grover pushed them back.
Slowly people settled and began singing demigod-ish versions of campfire songs, and Percy couldn't keep a grin off his face. He felt connected to these songs in ways he never felt with SPQR.
As the music got louder, the campfire grew, illuminating the camper's faces. For some reason, he couldn't notice anyone: nobody's face stood out. There were two boys that looked like brothers, a fierce-looking girl, a muscular older camper... but these weren't memories-merely current observations.
The music echoed in his head, 8-count beats clanging in his skull.
One.
Maybe there was someone here he knew?
Two.
Maybe it was too dark to notice anyone's faces?
Three.
That wasn't it, and Percy knew it.
Four.
Why couldn't he recognize anyone, dammit!?!
Five.
Were Annabeth and Grover the only ones he'd ever remember?
Six.
He had to remember someone. He had to.
Seven.
What's wrong with me!?!
Eight.
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Remembering
RomanceWhat if Percy forgot Annabeth during their separation? Follow his journey as he slowly remembers her. Note: This story is discontinued. So sorry! :((
