Percy Jackson POV: Hey guys, I'm Perseus Jackson. Otherwise known as the chill dude who saved the world two times. But who's counting? Until another dude came, (not cooler than me, obviously, not to brag) my life was cool. WHOO! Oh yeah. Did I mention my girlfriend is the Architect of Olympus? I like to say that as a chill boyfriend and awesome friends, my life skyrocketed. However, it Tartarus-rocketed. Is that even a thing? Anyhow, a noob, who's barely fit enough to hold a sword flipped the relationships between the Camp. A noob named Mark Craven. Yeah. Mark Craven. A stupid name right? It sounds like "I marked 'I crave no food.'" Okay, it doesn't make sense. I get it. I'm not a good writer at all. Such as, "Blue cookies jumped over a blue cake." I just love blue cookies and cake! Especially my mom's special blue cookies! Yum. Ah! I'm getting off the track. This dude came and was like, "Yo Percy. I'm going to just take your girlfriend. Oh yeah, I'm also going to make your life suck. Also, I would turn the entire camp and Camp Jupiter against you!" Did he expect me to be happy and go, "OH YES! THANK YOU! I JUST HATE MY FRIENDS AND MY GIRLFRIEND!" NOOO. I didn't want this to happen, it wasn't even my fault. Yeah. I'm struggling either to give up or no. I'll say, it isn't easy being betrayed. You never expect it. They stab you in the back without you noticing. In the Achilles heel. Ouch. But once you notice it will hurt. Like death. Then you'll feel like dying. Yeah.