A/N: This story is a lot different than my last one. It's AU and OOC. There are no demigods or gods, hence the fact that it's AU. This is just the prologue so it's very short.

I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own.

I had no idea my boring, lonely existence could mean anything to anyone, but apparently I was wrong.

Now that I've peaked your interest, you are probably thinking 'What's her story? How is her existence boring and lonely?' I guess it's your lucky day for getting the answers to everything you want to know, because I'm going to tell you my story. I'm warning you now though that this story will show my life in the most natural light, so do not believe that I have made all of this up. I'm sorry if you don't like it, but it's all true.

I guess I will just start at the beginning.

I was born on the eve of the seventh day, of the fourth month, in the year 1996. I'm seventeen years old with blonde hair and stormy grey eyes. The one thing that most people do not get about me is that I am a mute, not by birth, but by choice. Some people cannot fathom keeping all of their words and thoughts to them selves. They do not appreciate silence or understand that it is so loud sometimes it fills the void that words cannot.

If you think I'm going to tell you why I'm mute right now, you're sorely mistaken. That would wreck the story. One thing you need to know about my life before we begin is that my only true friends are fictional characters, and no that's not why I'm mute, but good guess.

When I was young my so-called "friends" only tolerated my existed since I was not like them. I didn't like to braid their hair, I liked to read or build things. After the "thing" happened and I became a ghost of myself, constructing a shell around myself. They all left, using my change as an excuse to leave. That's the thing about people, they search so hard for a reason not to feel guilty they end up making one up and leaving opposed to helping. Since no one bothered to find out what was wrong and help me come out of my shell, that shell became my armor and was reinforced with silence.

As I grew up I took to reading all day, every day. I never answered any questions or presented anything at school since my teachers "understood" what was wrong, or at least they thought they did. I spend my spare time in the Library and Mr. Litt, the librarian, lets me stay until the sun's about to set so I don't have to spend so much time at "home". Now that you have an overview of my existence let's skip to the part where someone decides to notice me…

A/N: There you go! The story will be written in first person and most likely will not seem like the character is communicating to the reader anymore, that was just for the sake of the prologue. This should be a fairly long story and the plan is for the chapters to be much longer than this one. Big thanks to Listerus who helped me decide some things for this story. Check out his story "Percy Jackson and Ragnarok".

Please tell me if you find anything wrong so I don't make the same mistake again. I need two reviews to post the next chapter.