Hey everyone this is my very own first story and I accept any kind of criticism. This may be short but I promise it will get longer.
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Prologue
My name is Percy Jackson. The thirty-four year old son of Poseidon.
Maybe you've heard of me. The savior of Olympus, a hero of Olympus, walker of two worlds, and the exile. Ring any bells?
Well today is more important than any of those I have ever done combined.
I watched as hundreds of demigods in front of me shifted nervously. They were dressed in full battle armor, both celestial bronze and imperial gold. They were armed with swords, spears, guns, rocket launchers, etc.
In twelve bright flashes the Olympian Gods appeared also ready for battle. They started to say goodbyes, which made everyone feel so much better.
My father Poseidon, god of the seas, patted me on the back. "You have down well Percy. If we survive this war-and even if we don't you will have bested any hero that has ever lived."
After all the fights that happened between me and him it was weird and nice to hear that from him.
"Thanks dad, and I am confident that we are going to live."
"Well I believe in you son, even if others don't."
He glared at his two brothers and they glared back.
"Now, I have some unsettled business to take care of."
It was rare to see the three brothers act brotherly but today was the end of the world and they seemed to be okay with it.
I scanned our surroundings. The entire state of New York had been evacuated once the home of the Gods was revealed. Now New York was our battleground. Multiple teams of archers were located around the city of Manhattan and traps were set up to.
So many things happened in just three months that made my head spin and turned everything confusing.
Maybe I should start three months earlier.
My life was normal I lived in a small town in New Jersey, with my daughter Sophia Jackson.
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