This is my forth year in camp, and I was turning sixteen next week.
Dad claimed me two years ago. He told me I was the most powerful of all his children, he said I would become a champion.
Lucky? Powerful? I was none of that. I was weak and unimportant. I was never chosen to lead a quest, because I was nothing important. I was stupid, arrogant, dumb, a waste.
I stared at the lake. My best friends, Kleist Smite and Zero, were asked to find some demigods. I wasn't joining them, of course. Chiron said he was 'saving' me for something bigger, but I just think he thought I was weak.
"Jason?" Someone from behind me asked. I turned around, and Percy Jackson was behind me