She stares wide-eyed for a moment before a grin breaks across her face and she laughs. He stands in the middle of the now desolate battle ground, filthy and bloody but smiling back all the same. They've won. They've finally won!

She begins running, her feet pounding the worn earth as she rushes towards him. Behind her, their friends begin to laugh as well, everyone drunk with relief.

However just before she reaches him the earth trembles. His eyes widen and his smile slips. Not even a second later the ground beneath him rips open, its giant jaws swallowing him whole and snapping closed almost instantly.

She jumps at where he stood, her shaking arms clasping at empty air. She begins beating the earth, shouting profanities at the witch who stole him. Tears trace their ways down her cheeks.

They have won the battle and they have won the war, but they have lost what kept them together. They have lost what is most important to them.

Annabeth throws her head back and screams. "PERCCCCYYYYY!!!!!!!"

- O - O - O - O - O -

He blinks, his eyes flickering open.

The midday sun beats down from high above and there is a strange quietness that hangs in the air like a heavy shroud. Not a cloud in sight.

He groans and rolls over, shakily pushing himself to his feet. The ground is dry and dotted with sparse brown grasses, the same thing in all directions. It just seems wrong in so many ways.

He tries to remember, to recall anything really, but his mind is empty besides his current churning thoughts.

'I'm lost,' he thinks, raising a hand to block out the sun. He catches sight of something on the skin and turns it to get a better look. He is just able to make out a fine white scar running the length of his palm. 'I wonder where I got that.'

Deciding that searching for a place to rest and eat will increase his likelihood of survival, he starts walking towards what he assumes is the north.

He's tired even before he has gone far. It feels as if he has recently done something strenuous for days on end, but he hasn't the slightest clue what.

A noise in the distance catches his attention. His eyes narrow as he tries to make out the approaching forms. Two people on horseback and.....is that a dragon in the sky?!

- O - O - O - O - O -

Brom and Eragon ride hard from Daret, wanting to make good time over the harsh dessert-like terrain. Sapphira flies closer today, still somewhat weary after Yazuac.

Brom suddenly slows, reaching out to motion Eragon to do the same. The brown haired boy looks ahead to see what has alarmed his mentor. A lone figure approaches them. It's too late for Sapphira to hide for the person has likely already spotted her. 

'He's just a boy,' Sapphira says with a nudge to his mind. 'Hardly any older than you and he looks frail.'

Eragon can finally begin to make out the staggering form of someone just a bit taller than himself. 'Is he a threat?'

Sapphira doesn't speak for a moment, but when she does Eragon can feel the unease rolling off her. 'No. He is not a threat.....'

'Sapphira, what is it?' Eragon presses.

'His mind is completely open, but it is blank. There is nothing there, but a mass of confusion. The boy has no memories.' Sapphira breaths sadly.

His eyes widen as he stares at the guy in front of them. They are practically on top of each other when they finally pull to a stop. The boy has dark black hair that hangs in his face and swirling green eyes that seem to bear all of his emotion. His skin is deeply tanned and somewhat scarred, which is normal for the poverty-stricken of Alagaesia. However he is also thin. At one point he obviously had been toned, but now it seems as if someone has starved him. There are also deep bags under his eyes and he is filthy beyond belief, covered in dirt and ... is that blood?

He stares wide-eyed at them for a moment before a large smile breaks out across his face. Brom, who was just about to speak, looks taken aback. Eragon scrunches his eyebrows in confusion.

"You do not know how good it feels to finally meet someone out here," he says happily, though his voice is raspy and somewhat strained.

Sapphira lands but the boy merely turns in her direction and cocks his head to the side. Sapphira nudges Eragon forward with her nose, startling his horse. 'He's scared whether he shows it or not. He does not know where he is or what he should do. Let's help him, little one.'

Eragon looks up at Sapphira beforing nodding and dismounting his horse. She's awfully compassionate towards this boy. He approaches slowly. Sapphira seems to have caught Brom up on their mental conversation because the older man does not interrupt. The rider stops just feet away. "Hello. My name is Eragon."

The boy nods, something flickering in his eyes briefly. Was that pain? "Nice to meet you. I uh ....  well I'm not sure who I am."

Eragon smiles, trying to reassure him. "I'm sure you'll remember. You look pretty beat up. Most likely you just hit your head and temporarily misplaced your memories ."

The boy grins back and Brom takes this chance to join them. "Perhaps your name is written on one of your possessions."

So they help him search his meager things for some kind of name, but it does not seem that he has the precaution of labeling things as his own, a sign that he isn't amongst the traveling merchants. There's an odd bracelett of some sort on his writst. It has a strange circle with numbers and a glass front to it. The boy takes it off and on the inside of the leather strap is burned the name Perseus. 

"Do you think that this your name?" Eragon asks looking over the strange piece. 

The black haired teen shrugs helplessly. "I have no idea.

Brom looks over the bracelette and then hands it back. "For now it's all we have. It's a good name, unusual, but a good name nonetheless. " 

The newly dubbed Perseus smiles. "Sounds good to me. So where can I get some food to go with that name?"

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I'm sorry to say that there really won't be any Percabeth in this story what with them literally being worlds apart and Percy not remembering a single thing. It's going to be a non-romance story for the most part.