They'll be singing this at campfires before we know it...

I was born here. I was raised here. I was loved here. I tortured here. I killed here. I am leaving here.
I thought my mother, Circe, loved me. She truly seemed to care. When I was younger, I saw her turn my father into a pig. That night, we feasted on ham and bacon. She had erased the incident from my mind, but it had returned. Everything came rushing back a few years ago, when I saw her turn a boy, about my age, named Percy Jackson, into a guinea pig. She took him and his girlfriend, Annabeth, away from each other, and attempted to turn Annabeth into a shrew. I was skilled enough to turn myself...

PERCY’S P.O.V.
I was in the elevator to the top, boven of the empire state building filled with horror I couldn’t believe what Annabeth had done to me, to us
*Flash-Back*
I was walking down the row of cabins to the strand where I was finally going to make my verplaats on Annabeth, the love of my life. I was staring at the ring which was beautiful with silver and goud twisting around each other with a beautiful zee groen, sea green diamond with an owl etched into it on either side a beautiful milky pearl that reflected the light.
As I reached the strand I saw a blonde girl making out with Connor Stoll and I was really...