Percy Jackson and the Lightning Theif
Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.
If you're reading this beacuase you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.
Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.
If you're a normal kid, reading this beacuse you think it's fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened.
But if you recognize yourself in these pages - if you feel something stirring inside - stop reading immediatly. You might be one of us. And once you know that, it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you.
Don't say i didn't warn you.
My name is Percy Jackson.
I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a bording student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.
Am I a troubled kid?
Yeah. You could say that.
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And that's where it all began.
The Prophecy
"Seven Half-Bloods Shall Answer The Call. To Storm And Fire, The World Must Fall. An Oath To Keep With A Final Breath. And Foes Bear Arms At The Doors Of Death"
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