Author's note: I don't own any of the characters. They all belong to Rick Riordan.
Prologue
The camp was peaceful. The war had ended only a few weeks previously and everyone was excited. The gods had promised to spend two weeks with them, almost entirely uninterrupted. The person most excited was most likely Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon and Hero of Olympus.
The night before the gods were supposed to arrive, he went to bed eager for morning to come. Though still a little awkward, Percy's relationship with his father was better than most demigods had with their godly parent. He also considered his dad to be the coolest Olympian there was and couldn't wait to spend two weeks getting to know him better.
That night, as Percy lay dreaming, he saw a shadowed figure standing there and he heard the figure saying what sounded like an incantation. Unconsciously, Percy memorized the incantation, something that would prove useful, especially since he would write it down immediately after he woke up the next morning. Unfortunately, as he slept, his body began to change and shift. When he woke up the next morning, Percy Jackson would no longer be there.
The person who would be there the next morning would be Perci Jackson.