I was BORN to be magical. No joke. Born like every other mortal person, my dad took care of me until he died when I was three. My mother, Hecate, didn't know where to put me, so she taught me how to put up shields and how to fight people using magic. Then, Hecate put me in a mortal daycare when I was five. Not that smart, seeing as how I destroyed half of the it. Mom was getting worried, so she decided that I live with her in Alaska until I was ten. Five years went by and I knew tons of spells, how to make potions, protecting people, shape shifting, using the Mist, and much more. She also taught me how to fly and teleport. That is where my story begins.

When I was ten, I was in class one day when I heard a strange noise coming from the hallway. Since we were only reading, I figured I could just walk out and see what it was. I ran out into the hallway to investigate. I didn't see anything suspicious. That is until I turned around. I was met with a pair of piercing red eyes matched with a mountain of black fur.

Hellhound.

I dashed out of the school building, the hellhound right on my tail. It chased me out onto the playground of our school. Weird place for a fight, right? I know.

This was an easy fight for me luckily. After defeating it, my mother said that I should go to a camp. Camp Half-Blood. A camp for demigod children. She told me where to go and what to do. So, I teleported out of Alaska, across the continent, to Camp Half-Blood in New York. I remember that part of my life very well...

The last thing that happened to me before I teleported out of Alaska was my mother saying goodbye to me.

"Danielle, I have taught you well. You know many skills, use them wisely. You will have to make choices in your life that you may not like. But whatever happens, I will always be proud of you. Goodbye, my child." She said to me as everything started to fade.

Then, all there was, was blackness. I used to get scared when teleporting. You are left in complete blackness for a few minutes, it varies on the distance you are traveling, unable to move or speak. I had never teleported this far before so I didn't know the amount of time it would take. Trying to focus while being scared is not easy.

I started to lose hope and assume I would just end up in the middle of nowhere to have my mother rescue me, the blackness started to brighten. It brightened, in fact, to a blinding light. I groaned. Time change. The sun was up.

I started to come out of my teleportation concentration and noticed where I was. I stood upon a hill, looking over a large area that seemed to be a camp.

"At least I made it to the right spot..." I muttered quietly to myself.

I looked back over at the camp. It was full of kids, running all over the place. I started my way down the hill and towards a well lived-in ranch house. Then, as I made my way up the steps to the porch, I realized something was wrong. After I teleport, I usually get dizzy and have an ear splitting headache.

As I got to the top of the steps, I leaned upon the side of the ranch house for support. A bearded man in a wheelchair and a man wearing a Hawaiian shirt were playing some sort of card game together.

"That looks fun." I said woozily, their heads turned as I slumped to the ground with a soft thud.