(Percy POV)
It's just another ordinary day at camp. Im really am getting tired of everything staying the same and being boring. If you don't know already my name is Percy Jackson. I'm a son of Poseidon (yes who should not have been born) and well that's about it so far. Everyone sees me as the savior of Olympus, I don't though. I might have saved some but I couldn't save all. It hurts because I know that if I could I would gladly switch places with one of my friends that died in the war. I do the same routine everyday, never changes, never ends, never stops. I start off by getting and getting ready. I then go and get breakfast, then go from there to train. The only thing that changes is if I am needed to help with training the new kids. Today is well... no different. I'm slashing one of the dummies in the training arena when conch horn is blown. That only means one thing or never mind two things. This either means the hunters are here (yes I mean The hunters of Artemis) or there's an attack.