Prologue
A flash of lighting passed over head, followed by footsteps.
"We're almost there," the man whispered to the sleeping form in his arms, "We're almost there,"
A growl was heard behind him, forcing him to speed up, "Chiron!" He yelled over the roar of the thunder. On the foot of the hill, stood a centaur, half man half horse, "Take care of her, please."
"Of course, what of you?" The centaur asked.
"I must leave, protect my little Belle for me," he kissed his baby girl, and ran off into the darkness.
Chiron took a few steps back, into the protected fields of camp Half-Blood, and peered down at the child, knowing big things were to happen for her, that she was more special than anyone would ever know.
He did a three claw symbol over his heart and pushed outwards, warding off evil spirits, before taking the child into her new home.
