It had been 7 years. 7 years since Apollo became a god once again. 7 years since Percy and Annabeth realised they didn't love each other, at least not THAT way. Everything was going normal for once. The only oddity being when monsters tried to attack either camp. The gods were spending more time with their kids, making sure that they knew that the gods cared about them. Life was good. That is atleast until an earthquake collapsed a building.