Dear Santa,

The camp is forcing everyone to write their letters to you. I don't believe in you, but I'll write this anyways to not risk expulsion. 5 years ago, I wrote a letter to you. I was 7. That was the year I ran away from home. Now I'm at camp, faced with the mysteriousness of Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon. All I'm asking for is your guidance. The Great Prophecy may or may not be about Seaweed Brain, but I'm worried. After our previous quest, I've taken a bit of a liking toward the kid. He's not that bad, although seriously dumb. Oh, and I also want to see my dad sometime. I miss him.

Sincerely,

12 year old Annabeth Chase