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Prologue
Four years ago:
I watch in shock as my best friend's legs turn into brown, furry hindquarters, “Dude! Your legs!” I must still be hallucinating from Smelly Gabe’s beatings, how could my best friend be a half donkey? I look to my mom to see her reaction, she doesn’t seem shocked at all. Yes, this must be a hallucination. But when I look at Grover, he looks dead serious,
“Percy! Don’t freak out, ok? But it's real, I really have goat legs!”
“Dude what?”
“Yeah, I know this seems crazy right now-”
“Cause it is!”
“Percy just let me finish, you know those old myths about Gods and mythical creatures? It’s all real, like me, I’m a satyr, half goat, half man.”
I look at him like he’s insane, did he know how much trouble we would get into if the Capitol found out that we were talking about the Gods? And Grover must've noticed the look on my face, because he continues,
“No no no, I’m not insane, It’s actually all real! And you’re a part of it! You’re a demigod, half god, half man. Your dad is probably Poseidon, God of the sea, but we can’t be sure until he officially claims you.”
I look at him skeptically. I’ve always felt like I was different, and the sea has always called to me, but GODS? Now that’s absolutely nuts. I look to my mom again for help, but she just stares with the same serious expression as Grover.
“Mom?”
“Percy listen to Grover, it’s true” She whispers, eyes darting around as if scanning for peacekeepers.
That's strange, my mom was strong and fierce. I’ve barely seen her afraid, it must have been really serious for her to be that afraid.
“ Sally! Where are you woman? Me and my buddies need our 7 layer dip! And bring Percy with you, I need him for something!”
Smelly Gabe… I honestly have no idea why my mom would marry someone like him, he was decent at first, but his true colours slowly showed. Smelly Gabe is disrespectful, stinky and hits us because he knows that my mom was too kind to fight back.
I wake up with someone leaning over me, the first thing I see (and feel) are blonde princess curls brushing the tip of my nose… Wait- BLONDE CURLS? Nobody in this house has blonde curls, let alone ones that smell like lemon soap.
“Who are you and why are you in my room?! Wait wait wait, how did you even GET in my room?!”
She looked at me with her startling grey eyes, hmm, unusual eye colour in district four.
“I climbed through the window, you seaweed brain” She rolls her eyes as if it’s obvious.
“What…?”
“I’m Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena.”
“Ok….? Umm do you have something else to say” Don’t ask me how I know she’s holding something back, it's just a gut feeling you know?
“You drool in your sleep”
“Oh…”