Percy Pov

I bolted upright breathing heavily. Gasping for breathing. I looked to the side and stared in horror at the charred remains of my house. My eyes watered as I remembered that me mom was dead. The only person who was there for me was gone. 

My eyes hardened. Zeus. He sent lighting down on us. That bastard. I struggle to my feet. I had to keep moving. (There is no age in the big prophecy) It was only a matter of time before Zeus tried to kill me too. I shouldered my backpack that I had brought with me when I ran out of the fire. I had some food, water, and a baggy of ambrosia. Along with a canteen of nectar. With my sword pen in my pocket, one last gift from my mother, and a bunch of mortal weapons in my jacket, I set of. There was no way I was going to camp. I will have to learn how to survive on my own. And somehow get my revenge for my mother.