HELLO You people out there. My name is Jamie Morningstar. I am a purely fictional character and none of the details described in this book is real and is purely fictional. I think that covers my legal license. Phew! K . So I'm about to tell you about a really messed up world, which you've probably heard of like a hundred times already (like I don't know, Percy Jackson?). Well , my life is in league with those guys, and by the way, I've got Chiron's phone number, but he rarely answers.
Anyway, back to the topic. I woke up in the morning in total darkness, which isn't actually that bad, considering my type of morning is two' o clock. I dragged myself over to the sink to brush my teeth, or rather I teleported myself to the sink. Interestingly teleporting takes about the same effort it'd take me to walk over, but was way faster. I'd just pulled on a grey hoodie when I got one of those rare phone calls from Chiron." Wassup man? " I mumbled drearily into the phone. He gave a small snort into the phone. I grinned . " We've gotten reports of five skeletons running rampage down in Beekman Place, and they can only be affected by Hades, their offspring and-""Me, I know. I'll be there, like in five minutes. I hung up and thought about it. Beekman Place was a small street, which would probably be easy to locate them, and it wouldn't be ideal to use a bow and arrow. I grabbed my Stygian Iron sword and left the house.
