Lucas has always been an ordinary boy. Brazilian, 17 years old, finishing high school and addicted to Greek mythology - especially the Percy Jackson books. His life was a monotonous routine: school, part-time work and late nights reading fanfics.
But everything changed one stormy night.
He was in his room, reading The Last Olympian for the fourth time, when a deafening thunderclap caused the power to flicker. His vision darkened, and a strange ringing echoed in his ears. Then, without warning, he felt as if he were being sucked into an invisible whirlpool.
The last thing he saw was his bookcase crumbling into light.
When he opened his eyes, the world was different.
He was lying on a beach, the smell of the sea permeating his nostrils. The sun burned his skin and the sound of the waves was comforting, but what really caught his attention was a group of teenagers wearing orange T-shirts.
"It can't be..." he muttered.
A tall, blond boy approached, holding a spear.
"Hey, are you okay?" He said, offering a hand.
Lucas felt his heart race. He knew that face. He knew that particular look.
It was Will Solace.