THE SON OF NEPTUNE!

(A/N: I AM BACK WITH A NEW PJO STORY! In case you didn't notice, I deleted my two previous PJO stories, mainly because I didn't think they were up to par. I AM in the middle of a House of Anubis story, and that is my first priority, so this won't be updated all the time (I have more to my life than writing Fanfiction 24/7, people!) 'Kay, this chapter is real short-like, so E-N-J-O-Y

DISCLAIMER: I ain't no Rick Riordan, yo.)

JASON

Everyone was frozen in shock. Hera had done the unthinkable, switching the two leaders of the camp. The camps needed to come together to defeat Gaia, who wasn't such a mellow, protect-the-earth, kind of lady Jason would have thought her to be.

Percy Jackson was the Hero of Olympus, the most important, most powerful demigod that had roamed the forests of Camp Half-Blood. Jason Grace was like almost the exact Roman counterpart to Percy (which was about all he could assume as the memories were coming back). And now they were in two different dimensions, it seemed. Neither was where they belonged, and while Camp Half-Blood was warm and welcoming, the Roman Legion may not be so kind. Jason hoped this Percy Jackson knew how to fight, and knew how to fight well, or else he may not even stand a chance at his camp. Before Jason's thoughts could continue, they were interrupted by a soft sob.

It was Annabeth. Her gray eyes were rimmed with red, and her curly blonde hair was knotted and tangled all around her face. Dark shadows were underneath her eyes, giving her a sallow look that made her look like she hadn't slept in weeks. Tears were filling her eyes, and they looked like they were about to spill over. Jason didn't like it. He didn't like seeing people cry, and he had never seen a child of Miner- Athena cry before. Annabeth seemed too tough to seem weak physically and mentally.

"Chiron. He won't remember anything. He won't remember Riptide, or Mrs. O' Leary, or anything! He won't even remember his Achilles spot! And he won't-he won't- he won't even remember Nico or Grover or you or Poseidon! And he won't remember-he won't remember me." She said this all, her voice cracking as she slumped in her chair.

Everyone looked alarmed when they saw the pathetic look on Annabeth's face.

"Annabeth-"A head of Demeter started to say.

"Don't." Annabeth picked herself up and scrambled out of the Big House. Jason and Piper both got up to follow her when Rachel stopped them.

"She'll get even more upset if you go after her. She can't stand to have anyone see her like this. Annabeth always gets mad, especially at Percy. But she's never been devastated like this. She doesn't want anyone to know the great Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, architect of Olympus can't handle something. It's because of her fatal flaw. Hubris."

Leo looked confused. "Don't you put that stuff on pita bread?"

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Not hummus. Hubris. Pride. It's her fatal flaw. Every hero has one. Percy's is loyalty. He would destroy the world; do whatever it takes to help a friend. It can be good; you'll always know he'll be there for you, but he's too trusting. He can't make quick assumptions about someone. He won't know when someone will turn on him."

"Wait. Back up a second. What did Annabeth say about an Achilles spot?" Piper furrowed her brow.

Chiron answered. "Last year, in his battle to fight Kronos, Percy and Nico di Angelo went to the Underworld. There, Percy bathed in the River Styx, becoming invincible, except for in one place: his Achilles heel. No one knows where it is, except for Annabeth and Percy himself."

Jason pondered on this. The Romans were merciless. If Percy Jackson didn't have his memories, he was in for some trouble.

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