It all started with a dream... a dream of something big. A dream of something funny, something sad, something to make us cry, whether it be mirth or sorrow. What started? Why, everything, of course! You, me, this book, everything is the result of a dream, of imagination. Just remember, dreams are not always the place of joy. Nightmares are dreams too. So come and see, where my dreams have brought me. After all, like Dr Seuss says, 'Oh! the places you will go!'

"Born to the bitterest of foes on the same side, The darkness within they shall hide. The sea shall burn in a ring of flames, They shall escape love's twisted games. Victory will shy away until the end, When the light the lone warrior shall bend." Evelyn Letitia Watson is a 15 year old girl, adrift at sea, when she finds her true heritage. This is not a fanfiction and does not have elements or characters from Percy Jackson or any of Rick Riordan's work. This is completely mine and I would appreciate if it no one were to copy from it.