Percy Fitz gazed at the mountains that loomed before him as he stood on the deck of his family's cabin. He longed to explore them, but his mother wouldn't allow it. She wouldn't allow him to do hardly anything. Whatever he did do, he got in trouble for. Those mountains attracted him as nothing else in his life had. He didn't fit in his family, but he felt he could fit somewhere in those mountains. Someday when he was older he was determined to explore them. He knew they held adventure and excitement. What he could never have imagined is that within days he would be not only in them, but under them, and off on an unimaginable adventure. It would be an adventure that included talking mountain lions, a hidden kingdom, a king that proclaimed Percy the answer to a riddle, a magical sword, a beautiful princess, killer beetles the size of cows, and a variety of menacing creatures only mentioned in ancient books. Was he up to this much adventure? Was this the place where he could truly fit in?