I just finished reading The Last Olympian and these are my words for it: THE BEST BOOK OF THIS MILLENIUM!

It was epic, I'm telling you that! And so to move into the story a little further, I'm gonna write something for you guys out there.

Going back in the story, Luke... well, you know…

I've planned to write this thing because as I was reading The Last Olympian, it mentioned a lot of things about Luke's life. As well as the other four books.

So, let's take a look on Luke's life and how he started.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Percy Jackson series because they belong to the oh-so-talented (and my hero) Rick Riordan! Because if I do own the series, I might erase all unwanted characters namely Rachel Elizabeth Dare!

Anyways, moving on with Luke's life…


Well, I know I was supposed to say hello but I got a lot of things wrapped in my mind right now. Like what the heck was I supposed to do with this stupid plan of mine. But before that, a question always pooped out of my head just like whom my father was… and what the heck was wrong with mom…

Okay, let me just first introduce myself so you guys will have a clue to know who I really am.

My name is Luke Castellan. I don't prefer myself as "Castellan" since that's my mother's last name and I certainly don't want other people to know I'm connected to her.

My dad's leaving is my explanation for her… not normal behavior.

I'm nine years of age and I'm in third grade. No. I'm supposed to be in third grade but I don't honestly learn anything from my teacher because I pretty much ruin her discussion with all the random actions I make. Emphasis on random.

And I have dyslexia. A disorder of the eyes wherein the letters swam in front of me. In other words, I don't understand any of the things I read because I basically can't read.

So, I asked my mom, who would always agree on anything I want, for me to just stay home and to enjoy her company.

And yeah. I could say I pretty much hated her company so that leads to all this things that was bumping into my brain right now.

I already planned this, I told myself. There's no reason for you to chicken out.

In that moment, I slung the prepared backpack in my shoulder and rushed downstairs. To where my mom was making lunch for me. A bundle of peanut butter sandwiches. Chunks of peanut butter was scattered on the floor with the company of dough and other baking ingredients.

Well, a little thing about my mom: She is not normal.

She smiled when she saw me, "Oh, Luke. Just in time. I prepared-"

"Hey, mom." I said, trying to smile but failed. "I'm just going outside to do something."

Her eyes went confused. "Why?"

"You know. Nine year olds." I said impatiently. "Play time."

She giggled happily and clapped her hands in delight. "That's wonderful, Luke. Why don't you go play and then be back for lunch! I'll prepare cookies and the goods!"

By that she started being busy.

I turned around and was about to head to the door when I noticed a huge envelope in the doorway.

Being ADHD and all that, curiosity is always one of my specialty so I picked it up and stepped outside.

I opened the letter and it was printed in forms or symbols that wasn't English.

But I can say that I can completely understand it.


Thanks for reading this! It's the first chapter so, it's a little short but I try to make longer chapters next time. And I know that it had quite a few details. So, please I need you help. I need you to tell me if I should continue this or not. Thanks again.

- Candace 3