Prologue
I carried my ice skates and left the house. The chilly wind of winter hit my face, so I wrap my scarf tight around my face. As I trudge through the snow, I think about my recent discoveries of the world. Being an adventurer and scholar is hard work, but fun. After completing my years of school and college at the age of twelve, I am eager to put my brains to use. After traveling around the world, the chilly Canadian forest was perfect for my next test.
I walk down the familiar rode down to the lake. Flashy signs and billboards spell: Warning! Do not skate on lake ice! I ignore the words and continue my journey. When I reach the edge of the lake, I take off my gloves and touch the cold surface. As I slowly take off my shoes and put on my skates, I wonder if this is a good idea. Too late to go back.
I step onto the thin ice, and start skating. The perfect swirls and lines create a drawing of the peculiar things I see on my adventures. When I finish, I stare at my masterpiece and start testing. My skates start drawing a perfect circle, around and around and around. When the ice starts to break, I begin counting in my head. One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi…
"Kayla!" The familiar voice startles me. I turn around and lose my step. There my father was, running towards me with my mother not far behind. "Kayla! The ice is dangerous!" Too late. My skates slide into the hole I made. As I fall into the hole, watching the ice form above me, preventing any signs of escaping the lake, I see the last peculiar thing of my life. A boy, wielding a sword, riding on a dark-colored pegasus. He looked determined, but kept losing his attitude every time his dark hair would fly into his face. I have seen him before, and I say his name, causing me to lose my remaining breath. "Percy Jackson."