PROLOGUE
Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.
If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.
Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.
If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened.
But if you recognize yourself in these pages – if you feel something stirring inside – stop reading immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that, it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
You've already heard my name over a million times by now but I'll say it again anyways. My name is Percy Jackson. I am an 18 year old demigod…or well, retired now. After the war against Gaea and her children, the seven and a few others were granted rewards and things would've been different if I hadn't found out a small fact during our quest to defeat the Earth Mother. It would lead me to a decision that would change the paths of fate as you know it.