Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson series, im just a fan writing a fic.

Ok so first a little background on me. I never wanted to be a Half-blood, it just kinda happened. I guess it all started when I was born, my mother had passed away shortly after my birth, and since I had no other family to take care of me I was sent away to a place that would make even the Underworld seem nice… Sunset Hills Orphanage. Was I an orphan you ask? Well I'm getting to that. Truth is I never knew my father, no one did actually. The ladies who worked at Sunset Hills told me all they knew was that my mother died and I was left alone. Strangely no one seemed to think anything of me not having a father or even about where he might be. Anyway, after living in that awful place for 17 years knowing no one would want a troubled teen like me, something happened. This weird kid named Collin Underwood who had been at Sunset Hills since last summer came up to me during breakfast with an intense look of seriousness on his face. Now Collin was not the type of kid you would consider "cool". He was a short skinny boy with thick super curly brown hair which was also hidden under a Pittsburgh Pirates baseball cap. He always wore the same baggy pants and oversized high tops which usually got him teased by the other boys. I'm guessing he was around 14 or 15 because even though he looked so young, he has the start of a thin goatee growing on his chin. But overall the feature on Collin that stood out the most was his limp, apparently caused by some sort of birth defect. Anyway Collin walked up to me and stared me straight in the face.

"You're Rosalie Johnson, Right?" I winced when he said my name, I hated it. I mean Rosalie? Really? Its way to girly for me.

"It's Rose" I snapped back, a little harsher than I intended to, but he just kept his straight face and replied.

"Ok, well Rosal…..Rose, there is A LOT to cover and not much time so I hate to just throw this all on you at once, but we have to go!"

I stared at him like he was crazy, I mean this kid has never spoken a single word to me and now he's telling me we have to go? Just get up and leave? I mean I hate this place as much as the next sensible teen but seriously!

"What are you talking about?" I said, hopelessly confused.

"I'm saying that you and I have to leave right now!" He said as he nervously looked around in every direction possible. "No time to explain but grab your stuff and let's go!" I wanted to just sit there and laugh at him, but something in his voice told me he wasn't joking, and trust me I can tell when someone's joking.

"Ok fine, where to?" I blurted out without realizing what I was getting myself into. I figured I had nothing to lose and I don't know why, but oddly I felt like I could trust Collin. His expression went from a mix of serious and horrified, to one of slight pleasure.

"Why Camp Half-Blood of course!" He said with a smirk, and that's when the really adventure began.

To be nice I'm going to save you the long boring story of how I got to Half-Blood Hill. Let's just say it was a trip full of monsters, Satyrs, and a lot of reality. Basically by the time we arrived I learned that I was a Half-Blood, half mortal and half Greek god. I discovered that Collins limp wasn't a birth defect it's actually because instead of feet, Collin had two shiny little hooves and furry goat legs. Yes, my new best friend was a Satyr. (Well mostly a satyr, he was part tree nymph. He said he got it from his grandma Juniper). I took it all in and realized it made a lot of sense to me. The thing that bothered me the most though is that if I really was a Half-Blood, Then who was my father? I asked Collin this and he said he didn't know, now one knew actually, he said I had to be "claimed" by my Olympian parent in order to know, I didn't exactly know what that meant but I was really hoping my dad did. Collin also explained that the reason no one found anything strange about me no having a father in the beginning was because of something called mist, a magical shield that alters what mortals can see and know. I learned all this…and I haven't even made it to camp yet.

As soon as I crossed the magical border into camp I stood open mouthed at what I saw. A gorgeous land scape dotted with some of the most beautiful Greek architecture I've ever seen (more like the only Greek architecture I've ever seen but still). There were fields of strawberries which bloomed beautifully in the summer sun. Kids and satyrs were running around playing what looked like a game of tag. I could have stood there forever watching over this paradise but Collin grabbed my arm.

"Come on! Let me go introduce you to Chiron!" He said with a slightly relieved smile and together we ran down to the big blue farmhouse sitting on the edge of camp. As we walked through the door I saw a sight I wasn't quite prepared for. Standing in front of me was a middle aged man with thinning brown hair and a beard, but where his legs should be….was the body of a large white stallion.

"Hello dear child" the horse-man smiled kindly "I'm Chiron, the activities director of this camp. I hope your trip wasn't too rough" he said in a voice that soundly truly interested. I really hope I didn't sound as stupid as I thought because the first words I managed to slip out were,

"Uh…You're a horse…" Chiron looked hurt and slightly disappointed.

"My dear child, I am a Centaur not a horse" he told me with a slight smile of understanding, I wasn't the first kid who had been pulled out of their normal human life and tossed into a world where all the myths you studied in school were real and half the people you met wanted to kill you.

Oh a Centaur, I thought, well that explains it. Chiron led me outside and said he was going to give me a tour of the place. When we got on the porch of the Big House Chiron stopped and looked at me, with a smile he said.

"Welcome to Camp Half-Blood Rosalie Johnson."