A/N So I Probably really shouldn't be putting this up yet ubntil I'm done with some of my other stories, but I couldn't resist. I've go a lot of it written anyway. Sooo, this'll prilly be updated once, twice a week. Oh, Yeah, and I don't own anything 'cept Spencer, Shiloh, Ash, Cassie, Seraphina, and the plot. Sadly, I am not the awesomeness that is Rick Riordan. Enjoy anyway.

Prologue: SPENCER

I closed my eyes and concentrated. Not that it did much good, I was blind after all, but it made me feel better doing it. There was no sound but the normal night noises of the abandoned house.

Letting out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, I leaned back against the wall behind me. Angrily, I wiped at tears welling up in my sightless eyes. I was eight years old! I shouldn't have to deal with this fear, this loneliness, any of it!

"Don't cry." I leapt to my feet. The voice was soft, feminine, but that didn't mean the speaker wasn't dangerous.

"I don't mean you any harm, child."

"I've never heard that one before," I snarled into the darkness that was my world. The woman sighed.

"It is such a pity, that one so young has so much hostility."

I said nothing. There was nothing to say.

"I suppose it is because you have been forced to depend on yourself for so long. You won't be alone much longer. I am your Aunt Demeter. Your father sent me to put you on the right path. You must go to Camp Half-Blood, in New York. And before I go…a gift."

I felt warmth flood through me. But before I could question my 'Aunt Demeter', I crumpled into the wall, nearly asleep.

"You will forget me," a voice whispered.

A/N Yup, it's short. And with a cliffie too! Well,m until next dear readers! R&R! PLease! And none of that 'so goo update!' crap, but thatnks for playing!