Thank you for visiting this story even though it had both an horrible summary and an uncreative title, English is not my native language so some expressions might sound a bit weird.

This chapter was somewhat rushed and I apologize for that, I'll probably rewrite it sometime in the future.

Disclaimer: I don't know anything, all rights go to Rick Riordan

Chapter I.

I woke up from sleep, bathed in sweat, Once more I had been having these dreams, if you want to call them that, weird dreams shouldn't worry you as much if you're a demigod or rather demititan. Dreams really wasn't the right word for them visions would be more accurate, I presumed them to be little snippets of the future, if that wasn't worrying enough most of them ended with me dead and most of the time it involves me getting killed by my father or some other titan and it was starting to worry me I could only hope these were visions of possible futures not a definitive one, or hopefully just dreams, but I had too many reasons against that, my father is the titan of foresight after all what is to say I didn't inherit his gifts, there were plenty of people who could see the future to some extent.

If I was honest, the titans were no better than the gods, all the demigods that flock to Kronos to fight against the parents that ignored them unless they were useful to them. I couldn't blame them my motivations are the same, just like my fellow demi-titans, I was raised to be a lieutenant for my father, Koios, in this war, but what would become of me after this, they had no reason to keep caring for me at best they would ignore me at worst they would see me as a threat to their power and kill me. Maybe if I left, others would follow my example. And if the titans won and Luke got his will, that would mean billions of deaths mine possibly included and the destruction of western civilisation and for what? A new golden age? The thought was ridiculous it would change nothing, the same problems would just come again, as they always did. Still leaving would mean leaving behind almost my whole life and going into an uncertain future.

I shook my head, why was I still debating with myself, in honesty I had already made my decision, I would leave this life behind whatever that meant for me. I got dressed and began packing, it was 1 am if I left in 15 minutes I could make it to North Carolina before anyone noticed me missing. I finished packing and made my way to the stables.

Luckily we were taught where Camp Half-Blood was and finding a large suspiciously empty valley on Long Island surrounded by thick mist wouldn't have been too hard one way or another, not to mention the road supposedly leading into nowhere. I decided that entering as directly as possible was best as not to seem suspicious. Keeping any secrets could also end up coming back to bite me if I kept back anything important, not that there was much reason for secrecy, Kronos spies at camp would identify me anyway.

I took a deep breath and stepped across the border, I now could see the golden fleece hanging from the pine tree and the cabins below in the valley.

I had the layout of camp roughly in mind and even if I didn't know where it was the big house truly was not hard to identify being the only multi-storied building in camp.

Not seeing what else to do, I went up to the big house and up on the porch.

Sitting there were two men, one of them in a wheelchair and the other clearly no centaur. I was admittedly confused for a moment before remembering that one of the former campers on the Princess Andromeda once told me that Chiron could hiude his horse half in form of a wheelchair.

I went up to them, and Chiron looked up from his card game with the other man, presumably Dionysus. "Chiron?" I call out. "Yes?" He answered. "you are a new arrival to camp I presume, did you come alone, where is your satyr." Chiron asked. I answered: "No, well yes I am but I am in a... different situation. I am not even a demigod, at least not really.

So I told the everything from my parentage to my motivations.

"You are right, your situation is truly different than most new arrivals. The Olympians will definitely want to know about you, but for now you are welcome at Camp Half-Blood." Chiron said.

I heard Dionysus grumble: "And I was already hoping I could disintegrate someone for once, but no." He sighed. "I wish I didn't have to do this, welcome to Camp Half-Blood." With that he went back to his cards.

I turned back to Chiron and he said. "I think the orientation film will be quite unnecessary considering your experience, you will be staying in Hermes cabin." I remembered all the things about the state of the cabin and how overcrowded it is, but just nodded. "Thank you, I guess."

Finding Cabin 11 wasn't hard, next to cabins that looked like they were covered in gold when hit by the sun and cabins made of marble, the simple wooden cabin was by far the most ordinary one. The door the cabin was open and there wasn't anyone in it at the moment, so I just dropped my stuff in an empty corner, while Hermes kids had quite the reputation as thieves I hadn't taken anything valuable with me, except for my sword and armour both I wore in concealed form on myself, after that I left the cabin and went out to explore camp.

While sleeping in the crowded hermes cabin truly wasn't as nice as sleeping in a first class suite on the Princess Andromeda, I was used to harsh conditions from training, I got quite a few weird stares from the other campers but even that declined over time, I got to know Percy Jackson somewhat and would even go as far as calling him my friend though, I guess Percy was friends with pretty much everybody in camp. As the summer holidays ended I stayed in camp, not that I had anywhere to go now besides it.

(A/N)

I know it was quite short but still thank you for reading the first chapter, I'll try and post again tomorrow or Monday.

Give me thoughts (or don't) and if you want to listen to my rambling below.

I've rewritten this first chapter and posted it on here about 6 times over the last 1.5 years. I really feel like Astor always lacked motivation, I don't really know if I like the way I did it now, but him having visions and was the most fitting option to give him a motivation. I plan on it becoming quite a bit more important over the story and not just being kind of a plot device.