Rose was feeling great. She had expected a harder journey, what with the monsters and all, but being a runaway had really conditioned her. She knew all the ins and outs of where to hide, hot-wiring cars, and stealing supplies. That might not be fair to whoever Rose was stealing from, but she had to survive. If it meant stealing, fine with her.
She had started fairly close to New York, living in Florida. She'd left her home in a fit of anger, to discover why she was so different. The answer wasn't what she had expected. Apparently, according to some guy, she was a demigod, whatever that meant. She needed to go to Camp Half-Blood, the only place safe for people like her. Rose wasn't sure what half-blood meant. Half what? She would always think, whenever she thought about this Camp Half-Blood.
She made it to a Hill, using the directions she had recieved. It was nothing special, a hill in a country setting. Of course, looks could be deceiving. Rose climbed the hill quickly, since she wanted to see what was on the other side. That surprised her too. There were a bunch of Greek-style buildings, scattered around, with some very odd-looking ones in the middle. Rose made it up the crest of the hill, and leaned against the trunk of the only tree nearby. She surveyed the land before her, scoping it out. Where should she go first?
Before she could decide, she heard a twig snap. She stood up straight, and looked around. What was that? she thought, a little alarmed. She heard a rustling noise, and wheeled around. She saw a person approaching.