A/N: I've been updating practically every story in the past week, so I think it's time to put this one up.

Agnes slammed the door shut, glaring at me through the windows. "An' don't expect me to come back for ya, if yer mind changes."

"Yes ma'm," I mumbled, and picked up my backpack. 'Welcome to New Jersey,' I thought bitterly. The human part of me yearned to go back home, but the immortal part was ready to keep going. I tried to think of good things that would happen to me. Nothing came to me. I started crying, sitting on the side of the road, curling my knees to my chest. Few cars drove past, but I doubt they could see me anyway; it was raining so hard I couldn't see two feet in front of me.

"Mommy," I whispered. "Mom, if you can hear me...help me, please. It's cold, and I don't know where to go." No answer. I sobbed. "Stupid gods!" I screamed. "Stupid stupid stupid!" The rain came down harder, mirroring my emotions.

. I walked a little ways, then rolled down a hill, getting covered in mud and who knows what else. "Mommy!" I screamed, terrified. "Mommy, help me!"

"Oof!"

I knocked over a man at the bottom of the hill- a hitchhiker. "What do you think- oh. Oh. Hey, kid, are you alright?" I pulled my knees to my chest, lying in the mud on my side, sobbing. "I wanna go home!" I cried.

"Hey, kid, c'mere. I see a restaurant up ahead: how 'bout we go in and get you fed, and you can tell me why you're here all alone. Okay?"

I nodded, whimpering. The man picked me up in his arms and started walking. Despite the cold rain and the bumpiness, I fell asleep quickly.

"Elizabeth,"

"Mommy," I whimpered. "Mommy, I'm scared."

"You ran away, Elizabeth. You can't come back now. Ferdinand will protect you. He has no idea who you are, but he will bring you to Camp Half-Blood. He will lead you to where you belong."

"I belong with you and Daddy."

"No, Elizabeth, not really. I'm sorry, but you were not meant to be with that family. Your true family is coming. They will be the ones to make you the child of the prophecy."

"What if I don't want to be the child of the prophecy?"

"You can't change your fate."

"And you can't force me to be something I don't want to be!"

I woke up in a strange place. It looked sort of like a fast food restaurant. I breathed in deeply; it was a fast food restaurant. My stomach growled, begging for food.

"Oh, you poor dear. Freezing and starving! What a cold place the Fates forced you into." I looked up, my vision still blurry. "Huh?"

"Come, child. I'll get you some lunch. Then, maybe, a picture. So I can remember you when you are gone."

The woman spoke in a strange accent, and she was wearing a weird dress thing. She touched my cheek gently, and went into a back room- the kitchen- and soon the delicious smells of deep fried food filled the restaurant.

"Hey, kid, you're shivering. Here, take my coat." The man sitting across from me threw his jacket over me. "Thanks...I think." I muttered. "No problem." He started sniffing the air, and his pupils dilated. "Whoa!" He exclaimed. "You're a demigod! A really powerful one, too."

"So what?"

"What are you doing, all alone? Where're your parents, your Protector?"

"I ran away from home; Mom is a goddess, Dad is a mortal. My what?"

"Protector, kid. The satyr who told you about your godly parent and is supposed to bring you to Camp."

"Don't have one. I was homeschooled since Kindergarten. I'm currently in the Fifth grade curriculum." I said proudly. The man hummed. "And how old are you?"

"Seven. My name's Elizabeth."

"Hello Elizabeth. I'm Ferdinand. I'm a satyr."

My eyes widened. "Half man, half goat?"

Ferdinand smiled. "That's me."

The lady from earlier set a tray in front of me. "Eat, my dear. You need the strength."

"Excuse me, but..."

"So polite. Yes dear?"

"What do I call you?"

She laughed, the laughter sending s chill up my spine. "You are such a sweet child. I do not go by a name, but you may call me 'Auntie M'."

Dun dun duuun. :D Hey y'all! Listen...I know it's been over a month, and I've been updating every story but this one...but it was hard, figuring out this chapter. I wanted to do more. But I knew y'all would appreciate an update once a month more than an update twice a year. Love y'all!

~Liz