3rd person
Matthew was not the luckiest of God's. He was trapped in Camp Half-Blood for existing, his dad Poseidon wasn't meant to have kids because of a stupid prophecy and for breaking the oath that Zeus broke first, Poseidon for his crime was blasted by the master bolt seven times. Matthew's mum was the Primordial Goddess of Night, Nyx, and she was imprisoned in Tartarus.
Matthew spent the next fourteen years in Camp Half-Blood training, never once stopping for a break. He was the best fighter in Camp Half-Blood by the time he was seven, and by the time he was ten he was the best in the world.
Matthew was allowed to go to Olympus to be given his powers on his fourteenth birthday he was brought to Olympus by Hermes who had arrived with shackles "Sorry bro, just a safety measure Zeus made."
Matthew just nodded back.
Once they arrived Matthew bowed to Zeus them his dad and then the rest of the Council.
Zeus looked at Matthew as if he was a rodent or insect that should have been squashed a long time ago, "Do you, Matthew, son of Poseidon pledge your eternal allegiance to Olympus?"
"I do!" Matthew yelled.
"What do you wish your symbol of power to be!?" Ares bellowed.
Matthew thought for a second, "Two black swords crossing."
"And your sacred animal?" Artemis asked.
Although she was scowling at him, probably wanting to turn him into a jackalope, Matthew couldn't help find Artemis attractive. Her auburn hair, her silver eyes, he smiled at her a wee bit too long, he had to answer her quickly or she would shoot him.
"I, uh, ah, wolves." Matthew said nervously.
Suddenly the Fates appeared and said in unison "All hail, Matthew God of Power, Honour, Loyalty, Courage, Weapons, Heros and Destiny!"
Matthew suddenly felt a great deal of energy enter his body and he collapsed, he woke up in cabin 3 and looked out the window.
"Well I better start planning for Capture the Flag." Matthew smirked and pulled out his duel swords, the only thing he has of his mum.