Prologue

At the tender age of twelve, a young girl stood before an archaic centaur. Her eyes, holding years of wisdom, were pleading.

"Please Chiron, I have been here for five years and have yet to be claimed. I do not know my godly parent or my mortal one. I do not fit in, I am hopeless at everything, and if it wasn't for my dyslexia and ADHD I would think I wasn't a half-blood."

"But Anastasia, you could be hurt or killed in the real world!"

"Chiron you don't understand, you have never suffered the exclusion I have felt. In all honesty I would rather face a dozen hellhounds and empusa!"

"No Anastasia, I will not allow it. You need to understand I have your best interests at heart."

The young girl, Anastasia, closed her eyes. Almost as if she hoped that when she opened them the centaur would be smiling and telling her to go. But he wasn't. She shook her head slightly and whispered in a barely audible voice. "No Chiron, you are not me, you do not know my interests. Goodbye."

With that the girl left the house, her long brown hair and blue grey eyes disappearing out of site.

That night a girl by the name of Anastasia Physis Rose disappeared from camp half-blood. No trace of her was left, not a lost sock or unmade bed. It was if she had never existed. People claimed she died others say she was a ghost or a goddess protecting the camp who had left to return to the underworld. But one person knew the truth, he knew she had taken control of her life...

And left.