It had been 7 years.
7 years since Apollo became a god once again.
7 years since Percy and Annabeth realised they didn't love each other, at least not THAT way.
Everything was going normal for once. The only oddity being when monsters tried to attack either camp. The gods were spending more time with their kids, making sure that they knew that the gods cared about them.
Life was good.
That is atleast until an earthquake collapsed a building.
Disclaimers:
I do not own percy jackson or greek mythology, I only own the plot and any OCs that may be in the story.
This is mainly so I can get out of a writers block and this is the only thing I can plan for. So the writing quality might not be top-tier. Please correct me if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes.
There will be cursing.
Also can I please ask that if you are rereading this can you please put a spoiler warning and a few lines a blank space. I don't want anyone to see any spoilers and have the story ruined for them.