(Note: This is set 2 years after the Second Giant War. Due to TOA not being complete, its not canon in this story.)
"Morgan, what are you doing? Run!" he called out to me. I knew I should listen to him. He was giving me a chance to survive. One of the creatures that had its claws on us drawled out, "Where is the little girl going to run? How is she going to run, eh? I have her, and I'm not letting go." I knew I was dead. We were dead. "I'm so, so sorry Alex. I could have saved us. I insisted on leaving all the power I have dormant. This is my fault," I sobbed to my best friend, Alex. What he said next shocked me. "You can still save yourself. Dragon of fire. I know it will kill me, but I'm willing to die if you get a chance at survival." The creatures restraining us screeched as I whispered "Goodbye."
From there, I don't remember much. Orange flashes, crackling and the scent of burning flesh. My screams as I realised what I had done. Curling into a ball on the floor and waiting to die.
Sweat and tears streaming, I woke up. That was years ago. I was over what happened. I whispered to myself over and over again, "My name is Morgan Black. I am almost 15 years old. I am the daughter of Chaos. I am being sent to Camp Half-Blood. I am going to spy on the campers there for my father. I will have my revenge on the world. I will get Alex back