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Anastasia's eyes flicked upwards, as a crow crossed over top of the Imperium building. The dome was rather large, but dull none the less. The girl almost regretted choosing this place, out of all of the rebel forces to go to. Kronos would've been simpler, but that was a lifelong thing, which usually ended in death. Imperium had looser reins, and less rules, brought up by it's inhabitants instead of a large Greek power. Today would be just another day that she made her way along the streets of Manhattan, to head back to camp.

Slinging her backpack over her shoulder, she headed out into the dense forested area, wandering in a specific trail, unmarked by human footprints. Anastasia knew that monsters lurked in the woods, but had the least bit of concern for those types of beasts. Other demigods, now that was something she didn't want to mess with, or even see.

Brushing her bleach blonde hair from her hazel eyes, the small framed girl continued to trek through the brush, her tennis shoes making quick work of twigs and weeds blocking the way to Manhattan. She quickly emerged in a small park, which lacked small children. Deciding to take the long way to camp, Anastasia got onto the sidewalk system, a small spring in her step.

The girl was heading back to camp for a single reason, to get her dagger. By a teenage mistake, she left it in Cabin Twelve. Most people would call that a blonde mistake, but Anastasia could care less. She could get her weapons back, who wouldn't want to do that?

Passing the corner, she began entering the modern part of the city. Cars zoomed by, along with busy foreign people talking in strange languages. The rush of a big city excited Anastasia, since she spent most of her childhood indoors, watched by strict tutors.

Anastasia wasn't expecting to be knocked down onto the pavement before she felt the rough surface cutting up her hands. "Crap," she muttered, along with several other Greek curses. "Excuse you," she said sharply, sending a glare at him. Anastasia raised an eyebrow at his hand, obviously hesitant to trust a person who just plowed her over.

Rubbing her cut hands on her jeans, crimson spread over the fabric lazily, as she took his hand. Partially yanking herself up with effort, she was soon on her feet. No emotion on her face, she made sure that her throwing stars were still in her backpack. If they had fallen out, she was sure the guy would report her to the cops, or some other form of authority. Counting four of her five stars, a wave of panic crossed over her mind.

Trying to keep her firm facial expression, she glanced around the area of collision. All she saw was some strange ring thing, and her star, not far from it. Anastasia wasn't just going to reach for her weapon, that would seem even weirder. Who carried weapons like that with them? Certainly not your average teenager. Then again, she wasn't normal. Letting her eyes look over the boy, she saw a familiar clothing item. A camp necklace.

Noticing she was still holding the boy's hand, she jerked it away, not noticing that in her moment of panic. "Hey, uh, you seem familiar," Anastasia muttered softly, flicking her sunglasses over her eyes.

The instant she released the boy's hand, a white flash blurred her vision. When she opened her hazel eyes again, she was standing in her old bedroom, with the same light purple walls and peeling paint. Musty white curtains were hung, flowing lazily in the breeze. Anastasia looked at her hands, making sure nothing had changed since she had been transported. The demigod checked herself over, making sure she hadn't been altered by that boy's powers.

Anastasia didn't really care where the boy went, he had saved her the trip of walking more miles to reach camp. She felt for her backpack, still intact and safe. She didn't blink at the sound of a kitten, figuring one of her sibling's pets had gotten loose, and didn't think on it. Instead, she began searching her nightstand for her dagger, hoping no one had stolen it. "Damn," she muttered, placing her hands on her hips.

The demigod was about to storm out and begin accusing others, when she saw a small calico kitten. Watching it roll around and walk in circles, Anastasia grinned. "Awww," she cooed, reaching down and scooping up the small animal. "You are the cutest thing, aren't you?" Lightly scratching the kitten's ears, she smiled, sitting down on the carpeted floor.

Anastasia continued scratching the soft fur of the kitten as she contemplated naming it. "Hm, Miss Muffin, aren't you so cute?" she said, setting it down in her lap. "Who would have left you alone?" she wondered, smiling.

A smile lit up the demigod's face as she sat down on the floor, letting the kitten continue to lick at her fingers. At first, Anastasia thought the animal was trying to eat her fingers, but the small bites had quickly turned into smoothing licks from its pink tongue.

The demigod let the kitten wander over to the ground as it tried to paw away from her. Shuffling across the carpet-covered floor, Anastasia gave the small ball of fur a questioning look. "Watcha looking for?" she wondered aloud. Placing her hand on the ground, she let out a little yelp. Rubbing her hand, she looked down at what she caught her hand on, Anastasia's eyebrows drew together. The demigod picked up the ring and frowned slightly.

"Hm." The blond continued to analyze the ring as she turned it around in her fingers, not bothering to help the kitten back to it's feet.