Percy Jackson who's that?

I don't own Percy Jackson or any of the characters, they are all owned by Rick Riordan. This is set in the middle of The Last Olympian and The Lost Hero.

I wake still in a daze, I cannot remember how I got into this bed, there is a bedside table, on it stands a golden cup with an even more intense golden liquid within it.

There is a boy, maybe 18 years old, next to me in a chair fast asleep, I sigh, he is also drooling. I'm tempted to wake him to tell him he is drooling because it's disgusting.

It's as if he sensed I was looking at him. His eyes spring open, his eyes are the colour of a tropical ocean and his hair is as black as the night sky. He has a cute smile that is faintly familiar but I don't recognize him.

"Welcome back sleeping beauty" He says

"Why am I in here?" I ask

"You took a nasty hit to the head"

"That explains the headache then" I say with a hopeful smile because he seems like a nice guy and it would be nice to get to know him, he bends over slightly and I'm not sure what he's doing, when his lips brush mine and I gasp and my heart rate increases so fast that I think I am going to pass out, he pulls away quickly with a puzzled look on his face.

"What's wrong, wise girl?" Is all he says, why did he call me wise girl?

"Who are you?" I ask.

"What? Annabeth, it's me Percy, Seaweed Brain." He sounds hurt, in the way he says that, like I should remember him.

Where's a familiar face, who do I know that can help me figure this out because I certainly don't know Percy .

"Could you find Luke?" I ask.

"What?"

"You heard me, can you find Luke"

"Annabeth you hit your head pretty hard, didn't you?"

"What do you mean?" I say irritated.

"Annabeth, he's dead"

"What!"

"He died a few weeks ago"

"No that can't be! What happened"

"You really don't want to know, I'm going to get Chiron, don't move."

He turns and leaves, how can Luke be dead, he was like a big brother to me, he can't be dead, now I have no one. I get bored what with my ADHD and all, so I get up, I immediately regret what I did as I feel like i'm going to fall over, I take a step and stumble but i'm to late to catch myself, I fall and black out.

I dream that I am in a giant room with colours of gold, white and cream, it is a magnificent room, even a room the Gods would love, I turn around there are twelve thrones, a blazing fire, only one is occupied, it is a women with hair like mine and eyes like mine, the most startling thing about her is that she must be at least sixty feet tall.

"Hello Annabeth." She says, she has great authority in her voice.

"Mum?" I ask.

"You do not remember your life for the past five years, in time it will come back but you have to be patient."

"Five years?"

"Yes Annabeth, I am so proud of you."

She gets of her throne and seems to shrink to normal size and strides up to me.

"What did I do to make you proud" She hesitate then says.

"You'll find out soon enough" she says.

I wake and i'm in the bed again, Chiron is here and that boy, Percy, that's his name.

"How do you feel?" Chiron asks.

"Head hurts a bit."

"I told you to stay there, Wise Girl" Percy says sarcastically.

"Shut up, I don't even know you... and you drool!"

Percy bursts out laughing and I give Chiron a questionable glance, he returns it.

"Why are you laughing?"

"That was the first thing you ever said to me, You drool when you sleep."

The memory came back.

"Oh! My! Gods! I remember that!"

"What else do you remember?"

"That's it."

His face falls, he must've really cared about me. I feel bad, I want to remember him, but I can't.

Being a Demigod has never been easy.

Not sure whether to continue, comment or vote if you liked it (I've changed it from before, I think it's an improvement.)

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I'll do questions and dedications as well.

Bye fellow Demigods

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