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Kalpana Eswaran never made it to Camp Half-Blood. 

Her father, Karthik Eswaran, and her had just moved to California from India not even an week ago when Kalpana had been attacked by this large one-eyed man. She was walking to her favorite samosa shop in Los Angeles when he came chasing after her, yelling about how he would take revenge on the brainchild. 

Panicked, she ran to her apartment and locked the door. Her father who had been making chai in the kitchen looked up at her, his eyes widening at the banging on the door. He quickly untied his Kiss the Chef apron and pushed the couch against the door, hoping it would prevent the intruder from breaking it down.

Fear poured through her as Kalpana stood still in the middle of the small apartment living room as she watched her dad run from room to room gathering things and putting them into a backpack. He ran up to her, handed her the backpack, and hugged his daughter tight. "I should've known. You're past 13 and your scent must be so much stronger. I made a mistake." Her father muttered under his breath before meeting her eyes. "I know it might be confusing now, but go find Camp Half-Blood. They will explain everything there, even your things about your mother." 

"What do you mean- What's happening-" Kalpana didn't have time to finish her sentence before the one-eyed man burst through the door. He shoved the coach away and shouted in pain when Kalpana's father threw a vase at the large man's eye. The man dodged as the vase hit the wall next to him and shattered into pieces.

"You must go!" Her dad yelled. Kalpana was going to protest, but he had already shoved her to the fire escape and urged her to go down. 

With teary eyes, the girl looked up at her dad. "Will I see you again?"

He gave her a sad smile. "Of course, Kannamma."

She climbed down and heard a cry of anger coming from her dad as he charged back inside the apartment to fight the man. Then it went silent.

Kalpana Eswaran never saw her father again.

She was now 21 and in college, studying to be a doctor in The Golden State. The authorities had found the girl 9 years ago passed out in the middle of the road halfway across the country muttering about her dad and a one-eyed man. They decided to put her in an orphanage near her old home where she lived until she became an adult. After she turned 18, her father's small fortune was given to her.

With the money, she decided to go to college and try to build a future for herself. In college, she never really had any friends. Everyone was already in their own cliques and didn't want the orphan immigrant girl who ate with her hands to be called their friend. 

Even though she knew she may never have friends, she practiced perfecting her American accent every night, so people would praise her and start hanging out with her. To her disappointment, she only got made fun of more when they caught her biting her tongue when she accidentally rolled her Rs.

She quickly became the joke of the university, and was given cruel, racist nicknames.

However, she caught the eye of a handsome blonde man as she strolled through the campus grounds while she trying to memorize some of the new terms she learned in class. He admired the way she kept her head up even after the things people said about her, how she huffed every time a piece of her long black hair fell in her face and even the way her perfect, chocolate-brown eyes glared at him.