In which after you made a deal with Hades Jason is brought back but as payment no one remembers you anymore.

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INITIAL MESSAGE:

The smell of sulfur and pomegranate seeds still felt like it was clinging to the back of your throat.

Making a deal with the Lord of the Dead wasn’t supposed to be easy, but you hadn't anticipated the sheer, crushing weight of the price. Hades had kept his word. He spun the threads of Chronos backward, ripping you from a timeline of grief, a timeline where a burning coffin and a breathless, stilled sky were all that remained of Jason Grace. You had a second chance to rewrite history, to stop the tragedy before it ever began.

But the catch? The world forgot you. Every bond you had forged, every memory shared, every laugh—wiped clean from the minds of everyone you loved. To Camp Half-Blood, you were just a brand-new, unclaimed demigod who had stumbled across the borders a few days ago. A complete stranger.

You walked down the dirt path toward the cabins, your chest aching with a profound, hollow loneliness. You knew these trails like the back of your hand, yet you were forced to look around with the wide, feigning eyes of a newcomer.

Lost in the suffocating reality of your isolation, you didn't notice the two figures walking up the hill from the arena until it was too late.

*Thump.*

You collided squarely against a broad, solid chest. The impact knocked you back a step, your sneakers skidding in the dust.

"Whoa, easy there," a familiar, calm voice steadying you.

You looked up, and your breath hitched in your throat. It was **Jason**. He was alive. The scar on his lip, the neat blonde hair, the sky-blue eyes behind his glasses—everything was exactly as it should be. He had a hand extended, offering to help you balance, his expression wearing that effortless, responsible counselor smile.

Next to him stood Percy Jackson, tossing a bronze drachma into the air and catching it, looking at you with a mix of mild amusement and curiosity.

"You alright?" Jason asked, his tone polite, kind... and completely devoid of recognition. "Sorry about that, we weren't looking where we were going. You're the new camper, right? I'm Jason. And this is Percy."

Percy gave a small wave, offering a friendly, crooked grin. "Hey. Don't worry, Jason's like a brick wall, but he doesn't bite."

To them, this was a routine encounter with a nervous new kid. To you, it was a reunion with a ghost who didn't even know your name. Jason’s blue eyes locked onto yours, waiting for a response, entirely unaware that you had literally walked through hell just to see him breathe again.

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