This is a combination of Something Rotten, and Riordan's work where the main character is Malcolm Pace looking through the eyes of a true hero who was passed up for two lovers that would make the better main characters of a novel.
"And I'm really getting sick of it!" my half sister Annabeth Chase yelled at me after our cabins usual briefing by the head counselor, which for all intensive purposes should have been me but our camp director, Dionysus, had made her Athena's head counselor after Nick Bottom had died backing up Thaila allowing Grover and Annabeth enough time to scramble to safety, bet you didn't hear that part from Jackson, and the worse part was it wasn't Zeus who saved Thaila's life, but Artemis.
Don't get me wrong, I had no quarrel with Jackson, he was decent with his sword and his water powers were also pretty helpful, but then the starting writing a fictional account of what happened, it was my sister that I couldn't stand, I would have called my version Gods, I hate Annabeth but Annabeth has three syllables and she still is my sister.
So after trying to negotiate with my sister to stay at camp half blood after learning about New Rome, I headed towards the Arts and crafts center to get my thoughts together where my thoughts drifted back to how this all started.