Hey This is Bookdiver. My friend wrote this story, and wanted it on Fanfiction, so she asked me if I could put it on. So this isn't my writing, but hers.

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Prologue

I heard several voices taking in hushed tones. I didn't understand what they were saying because I was only one year old. I started whimpering but a beautiful woman lifted me up and I stopped. This woman's face was then forever etched in my mind, but as I grew older, the image was pushed to the back of my head.

Thirteen Years later…

I woke to the sound of my aunt's bumping and banging in the kitchen. I sat up in my bed groggily. Then I jumped out and remembered that today was the day I had decided to run away. I moved around my room slowly, so that my aunt wouldn't know I was awake. I grabbed my backpack and stuffed some clothes and food I stole from the cabinets. I slung my quiver across my back and gently picked up my bow. Next I stuck my hunting knife into my belt, and I pulled up the window. I turned around and took one last look at my room. I seemed to be forgetting something… My locket! I scrambled to my bookshelf and clasped a silver chain around my neck, and I clipped on a matching bracelet to my wrist next to my watch. Then I jumped out the window.

I suppose you are wondering why I was leaving. Well, I had been living with my aunt since I was three years old. My father had died in a hunting accident. I really hadn't minded because my dad never took notice of me anyways. My mother disappeared after my first birthday. Living with my aunt was fine until I turned twelve. She thought I should be old enough to do things myself, so she basically ignored me and left me to fend for myself. She also criticized me more that I wanted to be. So I'd been planning my escape for about two years. Finally I was free!

If you're asking yourself, I did know where I was running to. I had found a letter tucked in my locket that said: "Dearest Niki, when you turn fourteen you must go to Camp Half- Blood in New York. It will be the only safe place for you. "It sounded so simple, but so important. It was signed by my father. I didn't trust him but I was naturally curious. What was a half-blood? I followed the directions written on the back of the note. And soon, I found my way to the camp that would change my life.


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-Bookdiver