Three years after my father, Percy Jackson, died during an attack, my mother, Anabeth Jackson, shipped me off to my "Uncle" Frank and "Aunt" Hazel in Massachusetts. I was ten. Now, I'm 16 and they, those monsters, want me too. Desperate and confused, Frank ships me off to the camp where my father trained. I'm here and expected to be as great as my father. Can I really live up to his name? Can I actually stay alive when I find out about the threat of another war? I don't know. I guess I'm going to find out. (Its a fanfic, but mostly my own original work with inspiration from the series)