HALT: I recomend reading the third book before reading this fan fiction, but that's just me.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Percy Jackson series or any of it's characters. Common sense now that you think about it
Who am I? WHERE am I? I don't really care to tell you the truth. This hotel and casino has every game known to man and hundreds that I'm sure don't exist. Craps, poker, you name it they got it. I've only been here for as long as I wanted to, but something feels odd. Three people came in and left very suddenly, they even turned down the platinum membership. They were having so much fun though, I'm really shocked that they left so soon. A while later (I lost track of time) two children left with a man in a suit. What were their names? Nico and Bianca, I don't know how I know them.
What kind of place is this? I looked around for the first time in... I don't know how long. People are wearing clothes from the 1920s, that went out of style over twenty years ago. This place is called the something Hotel and Casino, I don't remember... Lotus? That's right, the Lotus Hotel and Casino, a place my father told me to never go to unless in a time of need. It all comes flooding back to me; the second world war, the pact of the Big Three, and Camp Half-Blood. My name is Mark Antony Thompson, and I am a son of Hades.