It was just another day, driving to the warehouse in Manhattan in my car. It's a old '69 Camaro that I built myself. Anyway, I was driving to the warehouse and my girlfriend told me that she was being followed by a ghost that wants her dead. Just as I stepped out of my car, a door of darkness pass over and out fell a bunch of teenagers. Thank the gods I knew most of them. My half-brother Percy and his girlfriend Annabeth were lying sprawled on the gravel. Judging from her clothes, they were in the canoe lake (of course). Jason and Piper were probably in a restaurant, because a string of spaghetti was hung between them. Leo was in the middle of building his girlfriend Calypso a massage machine, and Hazel and Frank were sleeping. Unfortunately, everybody landed on Frank, so he yelled pretty loud.
I still grabbed my knife, flipped the blade and the sword shot to life in my hand. The reason was the four others I didn't recognize. One was a blonde about fourteen, with purple highlights and combat boots (really?), one was a Arab girl about fifteen, in a beige dress and a golden beetle necklace (creepy bling). The other two were a couple of African American dudes. One was holding hands with the blonde, and he had a punk/Goth set-up with maybe a hundred pounds of gold around his neck. The last one was the weirdest. He was dressed up in jeans, a t-shirt, and had some weird bronze sword that was curved. He was obviously the leader, because he looked at us, my sword, and ordered an attack.