Chapter 1
Rose
Rose sat bored, ignoring the abandoned heap of homework that lay haphazard on the floor. A silver flute lay on the floor, with a large stack of manuscript paper. A pen lay upon a single sheet, the flow of notes that had fallen on the page left halfway through a bar.
Rose was British, and proud. She lived on and off in children's homes (the times when she didn't live in the home were when she went for a walk in the moonlight and got lost). The flute was her only possession; she had had it since before she could remember.
She had her own room, but that was probably because she couldn't be trusted to not endanger the life of anyone who shared with her. You see, strange things happened to Rose. Strange dreams came to her at night. Strange people followed her. Her peers thought her deranged. They never saw what Rose saw.
They called her a nerd and a boffin because she found solace in the ancient world. Of course she never thought that the Greek gods could be real. Well until a Pegasus landed on her friend. Will wasn't really her friend but she wished he was. The Pegasus was pure white and was closely followed by another one, this one bearing a girl who was apologising profusely.
With that Rose's life started to turn upside-down.
A.N. this is my first story so please be nice, if anyone actually reads it.