Chapter 1
Percy's POV
It was summer and I was taking a break from New Rome and spending some time here in Camp Half Blood.
I yawned. I was so tired, rainy days always makes me tired. All campers, which is a lot, were gathered in the Big House to discuss some new prophecy that came up. Many kids wanted to be one of the three, and some were afraid.
" So how do we know who will be one of the three?" Clarisse asked, a big buff girl in the Ares cabin, one of my least favorite Gods.
" Well...The Prophecy said three heroes wearing golden crowns. So a hero that wears a golden crown." Rachel said.
" Golden crowns are soooo last 1700s." One of the Aphrodite scoffed.
They kept discussing/arguing, I stayed quiet. For two reasons, one I didn't have the energy to argue and two, I feel selfish for wanting to be one of the three. I was already part of a Prophecy.
" Children! please stop, we have a serious buisness here, I just wanted you all to know about this new Prophecy, I want all availible satyrs to look for more half bloods. Campers, start training for battle!" Chiron ordered." Lunchtime, dismissed."
All the campers walked outside to the pavilon. Tyson walked beside me on one side and my girlfriend Annabeth on the other.
" Are you okay Percy? You seem..."
" Tired? I'm always like that when it rains." I said to Annabeth.
" If brother is tired, brother can sleep on me!" Tyson offered.
I inched away." Thanks big guy, but I'm okay."
Annabeth looked at me as if she was trying to read my soul.
" What?" I asked.
" You want to be one of the three, huh?" Annabeth said calmly.
I looked away," Maybe."
Annabeth sighed, like a relief type of sigh." Good, I would've felt guilty if it were only me."
I smiled." Me too." I kissed her on the forehead and walked to the Poseidon table with Tyson.
" Brother, what does crown look like?" Tyson asked once we sat down.
" Well it could almost be anything, a skull, a hairband, a...crown, a lot of things." I told him.
" What about mark that apears over head?" Tyson asked.
I stared at him in confusion, then one one of the kids from the Iris Cabin yelled at others to look at me. Now I was even more confused. Until one of the Aphrodite boys handed me a mirror. I looked at myself and realized what had happened. A golden trident was hovering above my head, a golden crown.
" Oh." Which was the dumbest thing to say in a situation like mine.
Annabeth stared at the golden trident as if it was a God." Per-Percy, you're one of the three."
" Yeah, I guess I am." Which was even dumber.
" Well," Chiron said, suddenly appearing in the room." Hail Perseus Jackson, Son of Poseidon, first of the three."