Disclaimer: I don't own the characters used in this story all rights go to Rick Riordan. The account used to publish this story is my sister's but the story is mine and some of the facts in the first chapter are true but most is fiction and this was actually a dream of mine. Only the first chapter though.

Chapter 1

The soft hum of the engine and the slight bounce of the car on the road was enough to make me sleepy so I leaned my head up against the back of my seat and my eyes started to close but I found that although I was tired and the environment was perfect for me to sleep in, I just couldn't sleep. It was almost as if something bad was going to happen.

"Hey Brooke what do you want for dinner"? , my dad asked from the driver's seat of our car snapping me out of my thoughts. "I don't know" I replied yawning. I should probably introduce myself, my name is Brooke Sutherland, I'm 14 years old, I have light/medium brown hair down to the middle of my back, fair skin and dark brown eyes that sometimes appear black with hints of blue or yellow. I have a younger sister Ashleigh, she is 13, a year younger than me with reddish brown hair almost as long as mine, the same skin except hers is adorned with light cinnamon coloured freckles and deep brown eyes that if you look closely enough at, look like they are red. I also have a younger brother Lachlan; he's 10 years old with long-ish almost platinum blonde hair, the same skin as my sister and I and the same eyes as Ashleigh. My dad's name is David and he has really short military styled cut black hair that when he lets it grow out appears dark brown with hazel eyes and a slightly cruel, Roman- looking face. My siblings and I did have a mother but her and our dad got divorced and we ended up with our mum for a few years and then we moved in with our dad. We had been out all day and were just returning home. It was dark outside of the car but the light of the crescent moon and millions of stars lit up the night sky in a canvas of midnight blue and white. In the horizon, the silhouettes of hills and trees made the night like a scene out of a fairy-tale. Everything was peaceful and beautiful.

For a while everything was good until this horrid smell came out of nowhere, it was like cat vomit and garbage left in the sun too long which had been eaten the crapped out by an elephant. It seemed that I was the only one who noticed this because my dad kept on driving and my brother and sister kept on looking out the car windows lost in their thoughts. Unexpectedly the car flipped over and went flying down the road spinning on its roof at high speeds. When the car stopped moving I found myself trapped beneath the front seat. To my right, Ashleigh wasn't moving; her hair looked black with what I was only guessing was blood. In the front seat my brothers' head looked oddly misshapen and the steering wheel was covered in what looked like my dad's internal organs. I groaned and tried pitifully to get the front seat off my legs. Down the road I could hear a creature roaring and the ground was shaking with its footsteps. As I silently accepted the fact that I was about to die, I closed my eyes and prepared for the worst, when a bright light flashed, even with my eyes closed it was like staring directly into the sun. There was a sound like a giant air mattress having its air let out and a loud bang. A grainy powder, not unlike sand started to land on my face and as I was thinking I'm about to die, I'm about to be eaten by a monster I realised that the smell was gone and the ground was no longer shaking. I cautiously opened my eyes and standing in front of a massive pile of the same powder which had settled in my hair and on my face was a beautiful woman with chocolate brown hair braided down to her waist with some loose curls framing her face. She was wearing a long white dress and the way she was looking at me was like a concerned mother for her child. She gracefully walked over to me and said in a voice like a songbird "Poor child, losing your family this way" Before I could ask what she meant she held onto my arm and we disappeared in what appeared to be a flurry of peacock feathers. I blacked out but I roused slightly when I felt the warmth of fire and when I opened my eyes I saw a man with curly brown hair and kind eyes looking down at me. I blacked out again when I looked at where his legs should be but all I saw was his torso grafted to a white stallion's body.