Prologue

It's been 5 years. 5 years since this so called Percy Jackson had been missing. I have no clue who the hell he is. No clue what he did to make his disappearence so big. Oh, by the way, I'm Jasmine Locklear. 17 years old and daughter of .................. I have no idea. Don't know my dad or mom. Yup, pretty sad. Back at camp, nothing has really happened. No monsters. At all. It's been pretty chill here. But that changed one day. *In the backround, "No kidding, Jasmine."*
They came. People with black hoddies and ties on.
Could one of them be Percy Jackson?