Dear Percy,
I was wondering if you might want to come to my birthday party next Saturday. I'm sure you're quite busy, being the child of a prophecy that probably says you're going to die and all, but I thought you might want a break.
Last summer was really fun, don't you think? What with being falsely accused of stealing Zeus' lightning bolt, forced to find the real thief, almost plummeting to you death, taking a useless trip to the underworld just to find out Hades WASN'T the thief, going back to the surface just to meet the war god, ready to kill you, taking a plane to New York, terrified it might be blasted into shreds by your beloved uncle, going all the way up to Olympus/Empire State Building (weren't you lucky the elevator wasn't out of service!), giving the lightning bolt back to Zeus, meeting your father for the first time, having a very awkward family reunion, going back to camp half-blood just to realise you've been betrayed by one of your close friends who then tries to kill you with a scorpion… AWESOME! Right?
Anyways, next summer will probably be even more awesome, seeing we now know that Kronos is awakening in Tartarus and that he will probably be really mad that his kids cut him into a zillion pieces and threw him in a hole… I bet he didn't even get one father's day card… SAD!
Hope you can make it to my party, there's going to be a bouncy castle!
See ya!
Jacky Percson (people always mix our names together, I don't know why!)