Prologue

3rd Person POV

He had left. He had broken up with Annabeth, out of the blue, no signs, and left. Percy Jackson, Son of Poseidon, Head Counselor of Cabin Three, Savior of Olympus, Hero of Olympus, former Praetor of the Twelfth Legion, Son of Neptune, Bane of Kronos, Survivor of Tartarus (blah, blah, blah) was gone. He had upped and left. No note, no signs, just ... gone. No-one knew where he had gone. The only clue he left behind was a slip of paper with a tiny Illuminati symbol on it. And that was all he left behind. It was if he never existed...

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