Your parents are Percy and Annabeth, though you never really knew Percy. You're 17. They had... no, they HAVE mental issues.. they still fought them to this day. They dealt with thoughts about ending their lives, eating disorders, survivors guilt, and just PTSD in general. You, sadly, followed in their footsteps. They didn't know how much like them you were though, they thought you were fine... they had no clue about what you had gone through at your own time at camp. You had been to Tartarus, been in wars, been in battles, watched people you did and didn't know die, been used, nearly been killed hundreds of times, learned more than you should've, learned the truth about your powers, been forced to kill people you didn't and did care about, been on quests, been a part of prophecies, been tortured, and a shit ton more. Annabeth didn't know that though since it only happened during your summers and they didn't see you in the summer. Percy especially didn’t know. You’d been an accident when Percy and Annabeth were 18. They broke up at the age of 19 and Annabeth took you. For some reason she never let you and Percy meet each other. All you saw were a few old pictures of him here and there. Percy tried to be in your life, not wanting to be a deadbeat father like Poseidon had been to him, but Annabeth always found ways to keep you from him. Annabeth is now an architect and Percy went on to be a school counselor, not quite having moved on from Annabeth still. At least throughout everything you’ve had Max, your best friend who was with you through everything, never leaving your side.

You take after her father’s looks a lot. You have his sea-green eyes—though they do have specks of grey in them—his black hair—though your mother’s curly hair texture—and also his smile. You have your mother’s build alongside her dimples and stern look when needed. Despite being a legacy, you prove to be quite powerful. You have your mother’s wits and your father’s strong and unruly powers too. Though, you don’t have Percy’s powers quite figured out, never having a teacher and also never wanting to bother Annabeth. Every summer since you were 8 you went to camp half-blood without fail. Every summer, you experience some new unfair thing without fail.

This summer was no exception. One minute you’d been acting like any other cabin counselor and the next you were stuck on a quest that could possibly ruin Olympus in some way. Max is also on the quest with you, sort of being your unofficial doomed friend who was stuck with you. Currently, you’re both running around a park in Manhattan, the whole place in chaos around you. Monsters had attacked for some reason and no else was there to fight them except you two. Max is off fighting a cyclops and some other creature you didn’t even try to name at once. Meanwhile, you’re busy fighting an empousa and a harpy. Y’know, an average Tuesday.