Welcome to Camp Titan.
We're located in Atlanta, in the middle of a huge valley. There are about thirty campers here – nobody younger than ten so far, and nobody older than twenty.
One of our parents is a Titan. Take me, Oliver Ryan, for example. My mom's a mortal and my dad's Kronos. I have a half-brother, Danny Wilson. He's a year younger than me, at age twelve. We've both got Kronos' gold eyes and time-controlling powers.
My best friend, Brendan Harrison, is a son of Hyperion. Since his dad is the Titan of light, he can control it and manipulate it to his heart's content. He's three inches shorter than me and has got sandy blond hair, while Danny and I have dark brown hair.
We're not the only kids here. There are also children of Iapetus, Oceanus, Rhea, Tethys, Themis, Krios, and the more minor Titans like Asteria, Aura, Helios, Prometheus, Styx, and Lelantos.
I've never met my dad before. I came really, really close to, but a week before Kronos was going to visit Camp Titan he got beat up by some upstart demigod. There are children of gods out there too, and ever since that Percy Jackson dude destroyed my father, I've sworn vengeance and am currently plotting to destroy their camp.
Danny and I were at the training arena, fighting a couple of hellhounds. They were completely out of our league. I just waved my hand, and they froze in midair, and I ran them through with my silver-bladed sword – three feet of deadly metal.
Danny yawned and destroyed a couple more hellhounds, causing the remaining to whimper and back off. We high-fived and watched the hellhounds crumble to dust.
"Hey, Oliver," came a voice.
I turned to see Brendan trodding into the arena, twirling his silver katana. "Nice training there." He had on his crazy grin again, making him look like he drank a whole tub of coffee in one go.
I sighed and sheathed my sword. "I'm gonna need all the training I can get. Say, why don't we go and destroy those so-called demigods right now?"
Brendan shrugged. "Sure. They can't be a problem for us. We've got mad skill."
He chucked his katana at the nearest hellhound, and it broke into dust before it could even yelp.
That night at dinnertime I announced that I was going to begin the quest to New York to defeat the demigods.
"Who wants to come with me?"
Several people raised their hands, including Danny and Brendan. There was a daughter of Lelantos, a son of Oceanus, and the twins of Perses, as well as several other kids.
After dinner a total of fourteen of us waved good-bye and set off on the quest. I hoped my dad was watching. I hoped I was making him proud. In truth, I was a little nervous. There were fourteen of us and a hundred of them. But we had inhuman powers and extreme fighting skills.
Those punks don't stand a chance.