[ DISCLAIMER - I do not own any of the PJO + HoO characters (nor the gods and goddesses) all rights go to their rightful owners :) Though I do own the plot of this story as I came up with it but that isn't the point of the disclaimer ]
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His sleeve has run short, no more tricks to share, that is, until the magician crosses paths with the Warlocks lair.
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Perseus Jackson, worlds greatest magician, touring countries and earning more money than you could count, stumbles upon an issue he's never encountered before. He's forgotten all his magic tricks.
Had Perseus believed in magic, he would have believed it when someone on the street gave him the news that someone had taken his memories.
Or maybe he would have believed when he stumbled across an old dungeon and had been told it was a magic lair.
But it wasn't until he met a certain 'High Warlock of New York' that he truly believed in magic, and the possibility of getting his memories back once and for all.
Authors Note:
This is just going to be a short fun fluff story that will probably be very very weird at times because I need a break from all the serious stuffs (i.e. The Exiled)*Salute*
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♆Hocus Pocus[Percico]♆
De TodoPerseus Jackson, the greatest magician of all time, has forgotten all his magic tricks.