Two years ago if you told me that I'd fall in love I would have laughed at you. If you then told me the love of my life would be a vampire, I'd probably faint. If you then proceeded to tell me that my vampire boyfriend would leave me and then a boy named Percy Jackson would show up on my door step and say he was my bother, I might be admitted to the ER. But if you told me that my brother would tell me I was the daughter of Poseidon, I might just die.