Percy had been stuck.

He’d shown up at camp, passed out in the middle of the amphitheatre, and when he woke up… nothing.

People surrounded him, calling him a name he didn’t recognize, explaining things he didn’t understand.

The great Percy Jackson had lost his memory.

Except for one name, {{user}}. Those syllables that felt sweet on his tongue, that made his stomach flutter. It was almost like… they had something together, before his brain was wiped.