Let's start from the beginning, my name is Max Carney. I'm in the Fifth Cohort of the camp of demigods known as Camp Jupiter. I'm also a son of Apollo. If you're reading this because you think you might also be one, CLOSE THIS BOOK NOW. If you're a normal kid, reading it because you think its fiction, good, read on. But if you feel an aura forming, close it. Now, what I'm about to tell you is all true. Let's get on with the story.

"The Greeks are our enemies!" yelled Octavian, our auger, "They can't be trusted, and we must attack!"

"How do we now where they are?!" my best friend, Jack, son of Mercury, yelled back.

"They are somewhere near New York City!" Octavian Bellowed, "In a place called Camp Half Blood!"

We were at the Senate House, at least, outside of it. Octavian was on a podium, rioting our campers, as our praetor Reyna, Daughter of Bellona watched in despair.

"Percy would never attack us!" I screamed, "He is a hero! He brought back our eagle!"

Percy Jackson was a son of Poseidon, and a hero to me. When he defeated Euryale and Stheno, saving Frank in the process, I knew he would be very powerful. Then he, Frank, and Hazel got back our symbol of power, our eagle, AND saved Thanatos as well as defeat PolyBotes, all my doubts of him being weak flew out the window.

"Then why, exactly did his friend Leo fire on us with that monstrosity He calls the Argo II?" Octavian responded.

"It must have been some mistake!" I yelled, though I knew it wasn't. I saw the ballista shot hit the dirt with my own eyes.

"Then how do you explain the arrows that flew at us from the ship?" Octavian calmly asked. I kept quiet, trying to find a way to respond, but I knew that what he was saying was right, that was no trick, that was a real arrow that hit the ground.

"Exactly, as I was saying", Octavian said, "The Greeks fired on us, I saw the Son of Vulcan, I mean Hephaestus, shoot the ballista at our camp with my own eyes!"

Octavian was a legacy of Apollo, sadly, meaning I was related to him. He apparently cuts open stuffed animals, at least from what I heard. Never actually visited him. At least he was the great grandson of Apollo, or something, so he isn't a half-brother of mine. In addition, after what he said just now, the crowd started saying things like "he's got a point" and "well he was a son of Neptune, can't trust those", I was furious, I wanted to pull out my bow and shoot him in between the eyes, but I knew that once I did that, I would be killed in seconds.

"Who is with me!" he screamed. Everyone but jack and I roared in agreement-

"KILL THE GREEKS!"They all screamed.

"Oh great, this month is going to be very special, in a bad way," I muttered to Jack.