How long had he been running?

It wasn't really that long, but to him it felt like ages. Strange how amnesia messes with your mind.

Percy Jackson had no idea where he was. His mind felt blank, like he had just been born.

Except he was seventeen years old, wearing a jacket, an orange T-shirt marked "Camp Half-Blood" and jeans which were ripped in some places. The latter was thanks to a few monsters who were kind enough to ambush him not long after he woke up.

Yes, woke up. He wasn't just born. He had a life, before he suddenly fell unconscious and somehow ended up in the middle of nowhere.

In his confusion, he didn't notice a figure hiding in the shadows close by, a woman dressed in purple and black, hair braided with gold…

The woman eyed Percy with revenge in her green eyes. Seizing her chance, she raised her hand to cast her spell.

"No-one to help you now, demigod scum."

A punch to the side of the face saved Percy's life.

The attacker's grunt drew Percy's attention. He turned to where the sound came from, and saw a woman standing there.

Percy couldn't help but stare at his saviour. Dressed in red armour, blue strips hanging from her belt, sword strapped on her back, some golden lasso hanging on her waist. Flowing black hair, sky-blue eyes and a shockingly attractive face.

He was speechless, mostly with confusion.

The woman regarded him with an expression he didn't expect. Was it admiration? Shouldn't he be the one admiring her?

"No need to thank me, son of Poseidon" she told him with a smile.

He still said nothing. What was wrong with him?

"Before I go, Annabeth sends her regards…and her love."

She turned to leave, but she looked back with a smile.

"I will be sure to mention you to Prince Arthur of Atlantis when I next meet with him."

With that, she walked off into the night.

Moments later, a strong gust of wind followed a few seconds later, like a plane was taking off somewhere.

Annabeth. Annabeth?

The name floated in his mind, like it meant something (he did think about her mention of Atlantis for a second, but immediately shook it off because he had no idea what she was on about and his head felt messed up enough as it was).

This was someone he clearly cared about, but who was she?

Faces flashed before his eyes. A middle-aged woman with long, dark hair. A man dressed in a Hawaiian shirt, a neatly-trimmed beard and sea-green eyes, trident in hand. A young man who looked like he had a bad case of acne and…goat legs?! A red-haired girl whose eyes glowed green.

And finally, a girl around his age holding a bronze knife and a Yankees cap, with blonde hair and stormy grey eyes.

Annabeth.

The last image stuck in his mind, and his heart did multiple backflips.

He looked around and saw, at the end of a path, that a large wolf was looking at him. It didn't growl or look like it was ready to pounce. It stood there with an aura of patience, like it was waiting for him.

A little impulse told him to go towards the wolf.

Taking a deep breath, he started walking, and took the nameless but wondrous woman's words to heart, especially that one name that he knew belonged to someone he felt determined to meet again.

The one and only person he now remembered.

Annabeth.