Age Range For Percy Jackson Books Novels & Stories

A/N Hi lovelies. I hope you are enjoying the story so far. I have a lot in mind for this story, and just wait, we are just getting started on the trouble. Athena and Caspian and their families are going to have their hands full for sure! But I'm also here to rectify a little writing mistake I made in the end of book two, and start of book three. I mistakenly did not remember my own notes, and made an age error, so going forward it's important you know that all the girls; Tilly, Christy and Olivia are all the same age as Athena, Caspian and Alec.

Soon enough the orphanage staff created two separated groups of desks. One side for the Eastern Empire children and the other for the born and raised Kaedman Empire. The kids piled in and sat in seats, their ages ranging from 11-13, no younger and no older. It was the age in which most kids went to apprenticeships and schools in this worlds.

"You think our perp is part of this first batch?" "Taking age into consideration, he or she should be in the first five years or so. Most of the kids were taken at the age of five, no older than eight or nine. So let's say our perp was taken between those ages, then he or she would be between twenty and twenty-five by now give or take." "They might not be in that batch, but we've gotta start somewhere." "Damn!" I rubbed my gut, where a twisted knot of pain started. "What?" Track looked at me interestedly.

Percy did the another failed attempt to narrate the gossip but Edmund stopped him immediately. “Beta Percy…!” Edmund shouted with wide eyes and continued in a whisper, “She is still here” “Oh, please! Like I can’t smell a she-wolf’s smell all over your body when you are sitting literally right next to me” Zara rolled her eyes and continued, “Besides, I am f*cking sixteen years old! Just two more years and I could search for my mate and ‘mate’ with him. Let’s not forget the fact that I actually watch p*rn. So, please stop behaving like I am kid listening about the mating for the first time” Zara scoffed at their stupidity and looked at Percy to continue.

I need her to know that she is my everything. “You’re quiet.” Percy complained, having yapped away for the last 30 minutes without me hearing a word he said. I shrugged at him, not saying anything. “Are you going home for the last day of the moon festival? I think I'm going to see if I can’t sniff out my mate. It’s been a few months since my birthday and she’s obviously not at this school.” Percy shook his head in disappointment. He’s the oldest of us younger kids, born in May. “So you’re going to take part in the hunt?” I arched a brow at him, wondering how Percy does with the ladies.

I can't wait! I smiled excitedly at the thought and brought the book that I've been holding close to my chest. Just like in every story, 18 is the age where life starts to become more interesting. Just imagining scenarios of what could possibly happen just like in books, I couldn’t help but smile broadly. Suddenly, the winds began to blow stronger than ever that the ship began to rock violently.

"I have my ways." Dante set his fork down. His knuckles went white against the table. "Those books are filling your head with nonsense. Ideas you're too young to..." "I'm fourteen, not a baby." She crossed her arms. "And they're just romance books. Love stories. Happy endings. Nothing inappropriate." "They're not age appropriate. And when I give an order..." This was going to turn into a fight. I could feel it. I tucked my hair behind my ear. "I used to read them too."

Professor Morgan furrowed his eyebrows and said with uncertainty in his voice, “But he’s only thirteen years old. Even if he is the most suspicious one, it is absolutely impossible for him to become an intermediate warlock at such a young age.” An intermediate warlock would be comparable to an intermediate magus. Even if they searched throughout the entire Magus Division, none of the students could have advanced to an intermediate-level magus at the age of thirteen. Jace only stepped across the threshold to become an intermediate magus at the age of fourteen.

He can wax lyrical about Peter Parker for hours and I’m hoping this will be enough to distract him. “Peter’s only a boy,” Jackson says with a giggle, like I’m the silliest person on the planet. “But Batman is old like you.” Ouch. I’m not sure that 26 can be classified as teetering on the edge of the grave, but I guess to a 4-year old, it must seem pretty ancient. On par with middle-aged Batman, in fact. “Oh look, there’s your school up ahead. Are you excited to see all your friends?” I ask desperately.

He pinched his fingers together to show me. “Jerk.” I laughed. “I miss you a lot, Perc. We all do. It’s really not fair.” “It really isn’t. I miss you all too. Our Ares is growing so well despite it. I am glad he likes my gifts.” He smiled. “Yeah, thanks for that.” I rolled my eyes. “Just so I can be sure, is there one for every year?” “Until his 20th birthday.” He affirmed.