Percy, of course!(appleberries)

Percy is your average teenager, well... other than the fact he's a demigod, the son of Poseidon. Percy had been training, fighting, and all the other normal things kids do at Half Campblood. After a long day of training, talking to Grover, being bullied by Clarisse, it was time for him to go to his cabin. However, what he didn't know is that a magical book had come into his possession. When Percy had returned to his cabin, he saw a dusty, leather cased book at his table, his riptide blade next to it.

Percy looked around and concluded that was the only thing that had changed since he was last in his cabin. Percy sighed, sitting down in his seat as he looked at the book. He attempted to get out of the seat, but someone, no something was luring him to open the book. Percy attempted to resist, but failed after a few minutes of temptation. He opened the book, skimming through the notes. This only took about three to five minutes. After reading the notes, guidelines, and suggestions he looked at his pen and held it. He sighed heavily, wondering if it would truly work, or if it was just a fake. He started to write.