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The sun beat down on me forcing me awake. I groaned, threw my arm over my eyes, and rolled over. My eyes cracked open to the sight of the curtain separating me from the rest of the Cabin. I stared at it for a bit before standing up from my bed. I turned to the mirror on the wall next to my bed and sighed. "Hey Dad," I started. "I've got a couple of questions. If you could, I dunno, send a sign or something to show that you are listening that'd be great." I waited, and when there was no reply or sign I sighed again. "Yeah, just like last night."

~Flaaashbaaack~

I closed the curtain behind me and looked at the small space provided for me. There was a made bed shoved into the corner up against the wall with the window above it. Above it was a storage unit , next to the bed was a night stand, and a mirror hung above it. Letting out the breath I didn't know I was holding and changed into my pajamas. Then sitting on my bed, I crossed my arms and thought. "So," I said, angling my head up towards the ceiling. "What's it like. Knowing that this is all your fault."

I waited for an answer but nothing came. "You know...I was three when it happened. Left at an orphanage. No-one to care for poor little Althea." I laughed bitterly and glared up at the ceiling. "So it came to no surprise when scars started to litter my arms. Not even the woman who bathed me cared, apparently a lot of us did it."

Flopping down on the bed I groaned, "But. I can't really blame you can I. It's not like the gods can interfere with their children." Glancing at the clock I moaned at the fact that it was three in the morning and breakfast was a six. My eyes flickered over to the nightstand were a long leather case attached to a leather belt lay. "No rest for the wicked."

~Flaaashbaaack Eeennndddsss~

"Well, better get to breakfast or else Cal will come charging in asking where I've been."And I undid the curtain, and walked towards the cabin door. As I did, checking to make sure I had my case wrapped around my waist. I had made sure that my jacket was long enough to cover it, don't need them getting suspicious. I opened the cabin door and walked outside, shielding my eyes from the sunlight. "Wow. A nice warm welcome." It was tempting to glare up at the sun, but rather not lose my sight thanks.

Making my way to the pavilion I spotted Cal. He saw me as well and trotted over. "Hey." He said as he came to a trot beside me. "How are you? The bed okay? Everybody treating you good?" Laughing at the urgency of the questions, I nodded and smiled. Then looked at the table, then back at him with an expression that said I-am-starving-let-me-eat. He chuckled and had the decency to look sheepish. "Yeah, let's do that."

When we sat down the food appeared before me on the plate. I was about to dig in when there was a tap on my shoulder. I turned and was face to face with Will. "Remember that we have to give a sacrifice to the Gods." He then smiled, patted me on the back, went and did his sacrifice, sat back down, and continued eating.

"That's right. Sacrifice." Grudgingly I stood up, and trudged over to the brazier. I shoved the best part of my meal into it and said a little prayer. Hey Dad, still hate you. Enjoy your burnt food. I then walked back to the table, sat down, and was preparing to dig in when again I was interrupted. Not by a person, but by a screech that I recognized anywhere. That's when he landed in front of me, Hoid (AN: Yes that is from the Way of Kings. Best name ever!) my owl. He's just a normal barn owl but he is the most beautiful thing to me.

"Why do you have an owl?"

"It's how you communicate from where I am from."

"Oh...Why?"

"I don't know. Now be quiet I need to concentrate on reading. Darn dyslexia." It was my letter telling me what I needed to know for the school year. Great, I can't wait to go back, school is always fun. I hummed and pocketed the letter, giving Hoid some of my food. That's when Chiron walked up to me. Thankfully I was done with my meal so it was okay. But the look on his face told me that something was going to happen.

I sighed and stood up without him having to tell me to and started towards the Big House. He must have been confused by my reaction, because I didn't hear his hoofs until about twenty second after I stood up. I got to the Big House and waited for him so that he could open the door. When he did he motioned for me to go in first. I did and found myself being stared at by five older demigods. Four of which I saw on the first day, and the other was Will. "You are probably all wondering why you are here." Chiron said as he made his way to the head of the table.

"Uh, yeah." said one of the four I didn't know. He was really pale, looked a bit like death itself.

"Well I have just received a letter from a dear friend of mine. His name is Albus Dumbledore, and He is a wizard."

Dun, dun, dunnn! What will happen next? How will they react? Will Apollo every answer any of Althea's calls? What happened to her mom? Find out on the next episode of London! Really! Don't read and run. Take some time to leave a review, let me know how you like the story and ask any questions you might have. See you next chapter!