My name is Percy Jackson. My mother died and and my farther left when I was just a child. When I was seven a hurricane destroyed my town, so I picked up a pen and started to write. When I looked up the town had its eyes on me. They passed a plate around and sent me to New York City and that my dear friends is were the story begins.

Jason's POV
1776 New York City
I'm walking around when I start to hear whispers of the most likely not true gossip "apparently he's name is Percy Jackson and he's an amazing writer!" "Excuse me, are you Jason Grace, sir?" A man asks. He has Raven hair and little bit of a beard coming through and, has sea green eyes. "That depends who's asking?" "OH SURE SIR!" He all but yells, he looks quite nervous for some reason, it's not me is it? "My name is Percy Jackson I have, been looking for you" "I'm getting nervous" I tell him sarcastically, tilting my head to the side and crossing my arms over my chest. My blonde hair in my eyes so it forces me to lift my head back up.

Wow this guy talks a lot all I heard was "I may have punched him it's a blur, sir he handles the financials-" "you punched the bursar?" I interrupt "...YES!" He shouts in my face unintentionally spitting in my face. I think for a moment "can I buy you a drink?" "That would be nice" Percy answers " while we're at it, let me offer you some free advice. Talk less" I tell him handing his drink to him "what?" He asks confused "smile more" I hear him take a swing of his drink and chuckle "don't let them know what your for" "you can't be serious?" He asks looking a little amused "you want to get ahead?" "Yes bu-" "fools who run their mouths up wind up dead" I say giving him a cold smirk