Count courts control our lives. They own us. He owns us. We get no justice. We get no respect. We get no life. We belong to him the emperor. They say his family has always have kept the world and the balance safe. In return for this, we give our lives and our children, our brothers and our sisters. We give him everything. What is the balance you might think? Why is it important to the story I'm about to tell? This is no children's storey the balance is not good and evil. It is the fight between to evils each greater than the other all ways vying for power.

Percy Jackson has always been different. Even by demigod standards. He had normal demigod problems...dyslexia, ADHD, and monsters. He had normal problems. Bad grades, getting into trouble at school, that kind of stuff. But he was also the son of Poseidon, the subject of two Great Prophecies, the Hero and Savior of Olympus, one of the only living beings...gods included, to survive Tartarus, one of the only demigods to bathe in the Styx, and one of the only beings that ever held the sky. All that makes him different. But now, he was about to delve further into abnormality, when he finds out he has another evil grandfather. This time it isn't an evil, immortal, all powerful Titan Lord that likes eating his kids...just a powerful, evil noseless creep with a freakish, yet hilarious name that somehow makes people flinch. And now, Perseus Jackson, the son of Poseidon, is about to go on his strangest adventure yet...going to Hogwarts School of Magic. Yet another tragically hilarious name. (Look, I know there are a lot of these and it's pretty classic, cliche, and slightly overused, but I promise you readers that this story does not fit into that mold. Give it a shot, and see how it goes. But if anyone steals my plot...I'll feed you to my pet Hellhound :). )