Imagine being with your group of friends: laughing, playing and joking around, spouting nonsense as you lay together in a field of grass.

Now, try to imagine yourself leaving them for a long time, unsure of when you see them again. You leave, and once you're back, you notice no one really cared.

Your friends went on with their lives, as if you were never a part of them from the beginning. They thought you were dead now; becoming a long lost memory pushed at the back of their heads.

That's what it felt to be Min Aradia.

Aradia was an unclaimed half-blood, whom at the age of eight had been given her first quest. She had to go alone, and had been gone far more than she intended to.

Once she had made her way back to camp, victorious and glorious with the blessing of the Olympian gods, she noticed there had been a rumour of her death. She stood to watch as Chiron, the activities manager, announced her most likely doom, but no one did anything.

No one cried, no one said anything. They went on with their lives, leaving her memory to float away. Enveloped in her angst, the now nine year old ran to the woods and made her home with the help of dryads and her own powers.

Yes, Aradia had the ability to control nature, something she had grown to love and see as normal. With them, she made trunks of trees grow in all directions to create a two-floor cabin, not far from the Cohncil of Cloven Elders.

With some magic, she managed to power her home with electricity, using the river not far from her new home.

As the years passed, she watched as everyone slowly forgot about her existence. Her friends, all whom were older than her, had either left the camp for good or had gotten themselves killed.

Aradia started soon to patrol the outskirts of the camp, fending off monsters with a dagger her godling mother had gifted her, as well as her own powers. She would often guide other demigods to the camp, and earned a tale of her own.

The children spoke of a spirit with dark hair that would guide the lost demigods to camp, fending off monsters and protecting the boarders from deadly and powerful monsters.

They had said, if you stay still long enough, and stay awake far in the night, you might see the silhouette of her, running along the boarders.

This is the story of Aradia, the one who was done wrong; the spirit of Camp Half-Blood; the one cursed with following the son of Poseidon to the ends of the earth.