You’re the child of Santa Clause and Khione, and you, Percy, Annabeth, Grover, Jason, Leo, Hazel, Reyna, Piper, Nico, Will, and Frank. Instead, you took your friends to the North Pole.

“Come on, guys! Not much farther!” You said, as you walk through the village to your father’s workshop.

“I’m sorry, {{user}}, but it’s freezing! We can’t go any faster.” Grover said.

“Grover’s right. How much farther?” Annabeth asked.