This is my first fanfict, so if I suck, please tell me. It's about Percy and Annabeth's kids, twins Alex and Catherine. At age thirteen in the beginning of the story. It's about their lives at camp and the troubles they'll have to face as the children of well, Percy and Annabeth. So, obviously based waaayy after all the series and has elements of all books, including MOA. So, enjoy please. And if you don't tell me. Oh, and it switches between the POV of the twins.

Chapter 1 Alex

I'm exhausted. My dad has been pounding me with swordsmanship practice since five o'clock this morning. He expects so much out of me physically, even though no one can beat him at swordplay, except mom, maybe. I can almost beat him, but I've been trying since I was five. Everyone expects a lot from me, I guess, mostly because I'm the son of two of the people who saved the Gods, twice.

Yeah, twice. All before they were legally adults, my parents saved the world from first the titans, the evil parents of the gods, and then the giants, children of the goddess Gaia, who were also evil. It's an insanely long story, trust me, I still don't know all the details.

"Dad, can we stop, soon?" I beg my father for the eighth time. "I've missed half my classes today. Archery, monsters 101, I haven't even been on the lava wall in two weeks, Dad please?!"

He disarms me, for the twelfth time, points his sword at my neck, turns, and then says "Oh. Hi, Honey."

I turn in the direction my dad is facing to see my mother and twin sister. Unlike mine and my father's dark hair, my sister and mother have blond hair, and look almost exactly alike. It's just the eyes. My sister has my dad's sea green eyes, where I have my mom's gray ones.

"Sup, Catie?" I ask my sister. The use of her unloved nickname gets me a glare from both parents. I just smile and wait for her comeback. Although she claims to have gotten our moms book smarts, I definitely got a bit of a mix of both parents different mental attributes. This gives me what my parents call an 'abnormally sarcastic humor'. It is similar to that of a child of Hermes. Most of which, are my friends.

"Don't call me that, Seaweed Brain the Second!" She shrieks.

"Original. Good job, Sis." I laugh sarcastically. She's not very good at making me feel bad. I, on the other hand am amazing.

"Alexander, be nice to your sister. She's well, your sister." My mother told me, probably just trying to keep my sister from attempting to kill me.

"Great advice Mom, I'll be sure to remember that, but, I have to go." I noticed some friends heading towards the woods, where we had a secret camp, just for us. "Wait up, guys!"

"Look who it is. Mr. Big Shot himself, come here to let us lower demigods know he cares." Ethan, one of my friends, laughs. "Come to tell us how successful your big quest was?"

"I went to get donuts for Mr. D, dude. My quest was difficult, with monsters around every corner, and, get this, the convenience store, it was out of the cinnamon ones Mr. D likes!" I throw my arms in exasperation, getting a laugh from my friends.

"I'm glad you didn't die!" Alyssa, my girlfriend, sarcastically screams, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing my cheek, in an over exaggerated manner.

Yeah, I know what you're thinking, donuts? I got to leave camp a week ago on a quest, a quest to get donuts for our camp director, Dionysius. I've been trying to get on his good side lately, after what I did to Seymour the leopard head. The details aren't important, let's just say he's not supposed to drink soda. It was not my brightest moment. It was funny though. I got in huge trouble though, not worth it. At all. Not even a little bit.

Me and my friends keep talking until we hear the chime-type-thing, that signals it's time to eat.

I walk down and notice my sister talking to some Ares kid. I have one thought as I charge towards the punk. I'm going to kill this kid!