Catherine cringed as she read the words “ Please think of what an opportunity this could be for you, please think of all the good you could still do. We are here, and we are waiting.” Her hands tossed the piece of paper into the flames of the fireplace in the empty house that use to belong to her parents. Good..yes..like she could ever do any good for the world. Her entrance into Olympus revealed that only darkness awaits her. A darkness that was out to hunt her. Could it be that the school would teach her what these darkened beats were? Or why some man named Lucifer,after the devil of christian lore, was lurking a greek world, and why there were other worlds?<br/><br/>Time had passed many years from when she was last in this world, and her age still remained the same as it was when she left. Her parents had died of some tragic accident says the folks of the town. However, she knew..she knew...that there must have been a price for the entrance of getting into a new world. What was the price? The cost of magic? The life of her parents? The price of time? She heaved a sigh. It wouldn’t hurt to at least check it out..and see what it has to offer considering fitting in with this world was going to take quite some time.<br/><br/>She packed her bags full of the common folk clothes and items here; Jeans, t-shirts, skirts, hoodies, woman toiletries, a new little IPOD thing that played strange music, and books to keep her company on the road to her destination. The key to the house rested in her pocket as a reminder that there was always a price for traveling, and the card that held electronic money in her other pocket. The only reason she knew this was  from a letter that a care keeper of the house left for her in case she ever came back.<br/><br/>She carried each bag to a taxi that she had managed to find out will bring someone anywheres for a good penny. This was much like the pay to ride horses in Olympus. Where you paid silver to take any horse, or like her just stole the prettiest horse around.But stealing a car here was on the instant way to jail list. Or so the television says.<br/><br/>Once inside the taxi she told him to bring her to the docks where the letter said a boat would greet her to take her across the sea to a new school. Did getting there really mean that much to the school that they already assumed she would be taking classes there?<br/><br/>After bringing all her stuff aboard a rather fancy looking boat she made her way to a room that had assigned on it her name.  She flopped down on her bed and opened up a book until sleep succombed to her.<br/><br/><br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Three days passed before the boat reached its destination. She knew it had reached its destination because a magical tickle which felt familiar to her from the days spent in Olympus. It was a soft tickle as if someone was caressing her shoulder gently. A magical barrier? This must mean they were getting close to the destination, or better yet at the destination.<br/><br/>The boat shook a little before stopping and the other passengers had already ran outside to see the sunlight, and the ocean. A scene that was all too familiar to her because of the old ways. After getting off the boat her feet touched soft sand as if the sun had yet to scorch it entirely. A cold touch of water washed over her feet as her eyes wandered over green trees, and a hill. A guide walked over to her and handed her a slip of paper with directions to the courtyard.<br/><br/>Her feet began to yearn to run. Before she could really think about it her feet hit the ground running and the sharp fresh air lusted in her lungs. It felt nice to feel fresh air again that was not fully polluted by car waste, and factories.<br/><br/>Once she made it up the hill her hands went to her knees letting her take in a few breaths before she looked out upon a place that looked so surreal that she just wanted to stand there and look at the buildings, and fresh green grass, mixed with the scent of freshly growing watermelon.<br/><br/>After a minute she began her run again till she reached the courtyard where her immediate stop was the water fountain. Her mouth opened allowing the water drops to trickle down into her throat as if comforting her from dehydration. For a split second, she wondered what the others thought, but then that disappeared. When did she care what others thought?