It was early in the morning and a storm was brewing. The screech of the harpies awoke me. Their cackling voice of laughter and joy of your death was slightly getting into me kelp brain, as Annabeth would quote.
When I woke up I quickly put my Camp-Halfblood clothes on with my usual sneakers and my golden-capped pen, riptide. I yelled to my mother that we have to go to camp. My guess was that the one and only Titan Lord had unleashed the King of Monsters. It was my entire fault that the storm was erupting in southern Manhattan and Brooklyn.
The reason was when I was recently on Mount St. Helens I used all of my power to destroy some telekinese.
While I was driving in my moms newly repaired Pontiac with Paul and my mother.(Long story involving some kindly ones). I was thinking of my best friends Annabeth and Grover and what their fatal flaw was and how I could try and help fix it before the starting of the next Olympian vs. Titan war.
Even though it would be hard to admit I was jealous of both of them in one way. For instance Annabeth have total knowledge over Greek Mythology and/or Grover obtaining the most powerful force of Pan, the god of the wild.
When the Pontiac stopped with a screech I saw Thalias Pine and the Camp's boundary line.
I said my goodbyes to my mother and Paul. I hugged my mother and I awkwardly hugged my English teacher, mom's boyfriend, Paul. I had a gut feeling that it would be a long time before I would see them again.
Then I reached the pine tree and waved. Then I saw a figure….