Lozan, a land filled of wonders and mysticality, where people live in tribes guided with their own personal spirits. But there was one boy, a boy orphaned in a young age, who had no spirit to guide him. He envied those with spirits, as they not just have them for guidance, but for company and support. The boy didn't have that, but he did have something much valuable at hand.
And as the days gone by, the land started to dim, for a tribesman unleashed many of the corrupted spirits. As the spirits spread havoc high and low, the eldest spirit sent out someone, someone that could help them in this time of crisis. And low and behold, the spiritless boy became a man, and that man had something they need, something that he doesn't know of.
=Here His Tale Begins=
"do i look like i give a shit if he's poseidons son?"
water from the fountain splashed into her face, dripping from the dark ends of her hair
"the fact she's ares daughter means shit all to me"
and soon enough percy jackson was scanning the room as every lethal weapon began to shake violently