Percy Jackson and the Foresworn

The New Start to a Return

CHPT 2

A Whole New World?

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or HoO, otherwise it would probably be Perlia... and not be finished

The Author Feels the Need to State that From Here On This Story Will be in First Person (Percy's Pov) unless stated other wise. He Will Make an Effort to Put Percy's Pov at the Top of Every Chapter.

The Author Apologizes if this Confuses Anyone. As Always Enjoy...

Percy's POV...

… Wake up...

It feels like it has been ages since I was asleep. Now it seems I can't wake up... I... feel so tired.

Mom used to say I was a light sleeper... or at least I think she did. I... I can't remember much these days. It just all I can see when I think is a dark void. I can't say I remember much about who I am. Just that I am so tired...

When I said I think, I meant that... that sometimes I have these feelings or ideas that make me think I know something, but I can't seem to recall from where or when. Like I know it on instinct...

I think that I should be dead. I... remember dying. I don't know how, but I know I died.

Percy...

There are people that... that I think I loved while I was alive. I can see vague images of them, silhouettes really. I see a woman with black hair a lot. I know she was very important... Some... sometimes I see her with a man, she always looks happy. I remember the smell of fresh baked goods... I think... I know it is my favorite smell in the world. I always see her in a shade of blue... I think she died before me.

Next, I always see a man. Strong, powerful, and wise but always kind to me. He smells like my second favorite thing in the world... the ocean. He always seems merry in his own way. I feel like he is very proud of me. I sometimes see him with others, all seemingly like him, save for a few who look at me with slight disdain.

There is another I always see that is like him. She is... warm. She reminds me of home and of a mother. I think she was one to me in some ways. Like the first I always see her in a different color than everyone else. I miss her.

There are others I always see, but none more than the blonde with the stormy gray eyes. She is the clearest of all them. I can always make out what she is doing, she is always looking towards someone named Percy... I think that may be me.

Percy... Wake up...

Thinking of the person called Percy... I-I think he is-was a hero. I think he died.

Wake-up...

Who keeps saying that?

I think I know them. They sound familiar.

Percy... please wake up...

Percy?! Is that really who I am?

Wake up! Perseus J-

Perseus what? Is that my first name? What is my last name? Who am I ?

PERSEUS JACKSON!

Perseus Jackson? Perseus Jackson. I am Perseus Jackson. I am Percy Jackson. I am Percy Jackson! I am Percy J-Arghhhh!

Suddenly everything came rushing back.

I remember everything. I remember who I am. I am Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, Hero of Olympus, and the best at what I do.

Author's note

So I kind of copped out on this one. Honestly I didn't want to write the wake up scene after this seeing as they will have two very conflicting moods. It will have to do for now.

-Czar