I'm only going to say this once I don't own percy Jackson.
I was betrayed, and I am percy Jackson. Not the percy Jackson you know but the female version of the percy Jackson you know. My name is Persephone Jackson and my mom just died. I was walking to my mom's house, because I missed her and my jerk of a brother appeared and took all my friends, made them hate me. Ben the son of Poseidon after saving him took all my friends, seriously who does that? Back on track.
percy pov
I ran into the burning building. "Mom! Paul!" I finally found them to my horror. There flesh was burned to a crisp. My baby twin siblings were thankfully alive. Erebus was the oldest of the two, and Hemera was the sweetest. They were both five, and they were both showing signs of therianthropy. I'll get into that later. I picked them up and ran outside. I was crying and having smoke inhalation, so I could barely breathe. Thankfully they didn't have anything wrong with them. The fire department was there and was that Apollo? Any way I was on the verge of passing out. Apollo had a worried look on his face, and said. "You're needed on Olympus." His finger glowed while poking me on the chest. My lungs stopped burning and I stopped choking. He flashed us to Olympus probably not realizing that I was carrying my two mortal siblings. When I arrived I noticed everyone was waiting for me I set down my awestruck teins behind me.
