A/N: This first chapter will be a bit of background. You don't have to read it, I will recap at the beginning of the next chapter so you get the important details, HOWEVER, I highly recommend you do read it! It may not be the most interesting but I promise, the story will be!
Chapter One
Look around you. It doesn't matter where you are, your bedroom, a café, school, it doesn't matter if you are alone or surrounded by people; something in your sight is not what it seems. Nothing that you hear, see, smell or even feel is necessarily what it appears to be. That little shop you can see across the street? It's actually a high-end restaurant-for wizards. The pop star staring down at you from the poster on your wall? He's not even human. Nothing you see is real.
Unless of course, you're like me.
I can see everything. But looking at me, you wouldn't even know I'm different. I don't have tentacles or a forked tongue, I'm not eight feet tall and I don't sparkle in the sun. Not to sound conceited, but I'm actually rather pretty, by mortal standards. My hair, uncut since I was four, is naturally wavy and reaches just past my butt. I'm just under average height at 5'2'' thin and, thanks to the California sun, tan. But the main thing I like about my looks, the one thing that makes people stop in their tracks when they see me, is my eyes. I've never met my father, but I am told that my eyes are just like his-as blue as the Caribbean and deeper than the Pacific. But despite the fact that I look normal, I don't fit in. Anywhere.
Now there are three worlds here on Earth, the mortal world which, frankly, is rather clueless about everything, the Wizarding world, and the world of the Gods. Generally speaking these worlds don't really mix; they coexist and basically ignore one another. The Greek gods of Olympus do their thing, ruling over all the elements or whatever and keeping to themselves and the witches and wizards, aside from what a mandatory class or two in school teaches them, don't know or want to know anything about them. And vice versa. Now you're probably wondering, why don't they get along? Why don't they connect? The answer is-I don't know. There is just a general dislike between the two worlds, as inexplicable and universally acknowledged as the hatred between cats and dogs.
Which leads the conversation back to me. You see, I'm an oddball, a weirdo, and a freak because I am the bi-product of a historically unprecedented one night stand. Basically my father, a god banged a witch. Yuup. My father Poseidon slept with a witch, my mother, who then proceeded to have me.
Now I've heard from many people that growing up, they thought they were crazy and were unable to connect with people. They were always different. Until they came to Camp Half-Blood. The reason that they were different was because they were half-bloods, half human, half god. Hence the name. And camp was a place where they finally fit in and were accepted.
But me? I've always been here, and I still don't fit in. For as long as I can remember my home has been in the otherwise empty grey cabin at the edge of the lake. The smell of the sea literally wafting from the very walls and my only friend the water that lay only feet away. People don't take the time to get to know me, they hear from their friends as soon as they arrive that I am a freak, that my blood is tainted and that I am different. I'm a WITCH. And so I have been alone since my father dropped me here after I was born. Apparently he was ashamed of the affair, ashamed of me and getting me away from 'those types', my mothers people, was as far as his fatherly love would take him. He's rejected me. And everyone knows it.
But I'm done. I have lived in the world of the Gods my whole life, 15 years, and it has done nothing but ostracize me for a mistake that my parents made and I will not deal with it anymore. If this world does not want me than I don't want anything to do with it either. Starting tomorrow I am going to try my luck in the world of my mother. The world of magic.
Since I was eleven I have received letters from a wizarding school in Scotland, telling me to come, that that was where I belonged. Of course, I've been raised to view wizards as scum and hate that part of myself but these past few years my views have changed and now I'm ready to take a chance. I'm ready to leave.
My name is Autumn Crane, I am half god, half witch, and tomorrow I am going to Hogwarts.
A/N- SO that was the first chapter. Sorry it's so short. There will be actual PEOPLE in the next one. Not just background. Hopefully it will be much better. But anyway, I hope you like it! Updates should be fairly quick since it's summer now. Please, review! Thanks!
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