Dear Demigod

Dear Demigod, you know who I am. I wish you would tell me who you are. You know almost everything about me. I know nothing about you. That needs to change. You know that I attend boarding school in London, I live in Manhattan in the summer, my parents were tortured and murdered when I was a kid in front of me, my best friend is being hunted down by an unstoppable serial killer, my dream job is to become a "detective" and police agent person in London, and that I am a cheerleader. I know that you insist I call you by your pseudonym demigod, you love the ocean, you spend most of your time at a summer camp you refuse to tell me the name of, you can use a sword, and your dad ran away when you were a baby. You say that information is more dangerous than a pen and a pen is more dangerous that a sword. That is your motto. That is the phrase you use to shoot me down. I won't except that anymore. You WILL tell me everything I need to know about you. I can protect myself. If you tell me your secret, I will tell you mine, and I promise mine is more dangerous. Write back soon. Love, Mara Spark.

Dear Mara, my name is Percy Jackson. Meet me at Sweet of America, the candy shop in Manhattan that specializes in the blue stuff. I will tell you everything. Yours truly, Demigod.