Percy Jackson and the Golden Net

Encyclopedia of Gods

Hi. So my name is Percy Jackson, and by the time I was seventeen, I’d combined three different cultures of all-powerful gods who could kill me at any second, saved the world three or four times, and been kicked out of just about every school I’d ever attended from pre-k up.

Is my life crazy? Yeah, you could say that. It started to get really crazy when I was twelve, and I found out Greek gods were still around, and my dad was one of them. Okay… From there, it proceeded to get even crazier when I was sixteen, and found out that the Roman gods live along-side the Greek ones in the same world. Alright, guess that kind of makes sense in a way… Then, it became insanely crazy when I was seventeen, and found out that the Egyptian gods were real, alive, and had a lot of problems. And I do mean a lot of problems. At this point I think I’m just going to give up being surprised.

So in other words, yeah, my life is crazy.

I found out about the Greek gods when I was nearly murdered by my pre-algebra teacher who turned out to be a fury. Then there were the Romans, who I found out about when the goddess Hera wiped my memory and shipped me off to their camp to help forge trust between our two groups. And don’t even get me started on the Egyptians. I found out about them when I fought a giant crocodile with a kid named Carter. When we parted ways, he put a weird symbol on my hand.

Confused? Don’t worry. I am too.

All that sucked, of course, but I still think that one of the worst things that happened was when I met Carter again. This time, it was to save Annabeth.