As a Roman (Prequel to The Lost Hero)

Prologue

A/N: Well, look what you've stumbled upon!

This, if you weren't sure, is a book set in Camp Jupiter BEFORE the Lost Hero. I am writing this because @Ausetin12462 gave me an idea. PLEASE CHECK OUT THEM OUT AND ALL. THANKS.

And, the title was created by @hades_ and you should check them out too!!!!

So. I finally got around to writing it. This is going to be a Short Story like Prophecy, another PJO/HOO fanfic I wrote, which is completed now. You might like it. . . but it was my first fanfic. . . and is a bit awful. . . Well yeah. THIS MEANS SHORT CHAPTERS! BE WARNED!

AND SINCE THIS IS A SHORT STORY I DON'T HAVE TO APOLOGIZE FOR THE HOPELESSLY SHORT CHAPPIE!!!! I LOVE THIS!!!


Sophia ran away, as fast as she could. She had a quest! Something she'd wanted since. . . well, since forever.


Why he had sent her on a secret mission that no one else could know about. But who cared?! She had a quest! An actual quest!

She stopped running once she got into the city, because people would probably stare if someone ran through the entire downtown, grinning with excitement like a child.

And she already stood out enough. She had lived in Ireland (until she had met a demigod who told her what she was, and then she came to America), and so she had an accent. . . one that sounded a lot like Katie McGrath's. She had pale skin and thick, curly, coppery red hair, and green eyes. Typical for an Irish person. . . but for an American, in New York? Not so much.

But standing out was fine. Most people tried so hard to look, talk, and behave like everyone else. Sometimes, livin on Earth was like living on Planet Clone. She hated it. With a passion.

She also disliked that most girls hated themselves. They would never admit to it, of course, but they glopped all that makeup on themselves, starved themselves, and all that, so there was no other explanation for it. She wore makeup, but very lightly; nothing but mascara and lip gloss. And she didn't need it. But then again, no one needed makeup. But she always dressed nicely. It helped with her confident personality. If you were going to act the part, you had to look the part.

As well as the light makeup, she was wearing skinny jeans and a black jacket with fake fur around the hood. It was a cold day on the first of January. She figured people were still sleeping off their New Years Eve parties, so there wouldn't be too many people. Some of them were nosy, and seeing a fourteen year old traveling in her own to Berkeley. . . There would definitely be questions asked. And she disliked answering stupid questions.

She hopped onto a bus that would take her half of the way, and then she'd get onto a train for the rest of the way.

She wasn't nervous at all, surprisingly. On the contrary. She was incredibly excited. As long as she didn't make any friends there. . . she didn't fancy having a friendship based on lies. Why would anyone want something like that?

She sat down and lay back against the seat, putting her earphones in and cranking up the volume-not enough to make her go prematurely deaf, but enough to block everything else (mostly, anyway) out.

She was ready for anything, as always.