rewrite a/n :so its not really a rewrite I just went In and added a few details. ENJOY

AM NOT RICK RIORDAN

"I can't do it," the little girl said in a angry voice though if you listened hard you could hear the slight tinge of whining in it. She sat in the middle of her dark room. The child had just turned 7 a few months ago and was the youngest of four. She had extremely pale skin and curly brown hair with matching eyes. In a family where everyone had tan skin with light blonde hair and emerald eyes, she was always a misfit.

"Just keep trying," the immortal told his student. Suddenly, there was a bang on the door but the knocker didn't wait for an answer. Instead, the second oldest child of Kayla and Cole Heart opened the door and stormed in.

"Where is it, brat?", the thirteen year old boy questioned not even noticing the god standing in the corner. This was probably because he only had a very short list of the people he allowed seeing him and the boy was definitely not on the list (especially since he followed the path of Horus).

"I do have a name, Nathan," the child said.

"Yeah. It's brat," the boy said irritated. "Now, where is it?"

"Where's what?", said the girl giving up.

"The spell book you stole from my room." Nathan said.

"I didn't steal anything from you!"

"Oh, it was your imaginary friend, right?", he said obviously amused, "Well, guess what? I don't believe you." Nathan walked across the room and raised his hand as if he meant to hit his younger sibling.

The angry god, who had been watching the boy make accusations at his sister, silently made a swift movement knocking the boy off his feet. After a few seconds, the boy was back on his feet ready to fight anyone who dared to attack him. But when he looked around, there was no one. Finally, his eyes rested on the brunette.

"What did you just do, Alexandrea?", he questioned angrily.

"I don't know what you're talking about," the child answered innocently.

Nathan's eyes narrowed. "You're up to something and I'm going to find out what, Freak." With that, he left without looking back. Alexandrea didn't exhale until she heard the front door slam shut.

"Thank you, Anubis," she said looking up at her teacher.

He only nodded in reply. "Now, Alex," Anubis said with a small smile, "Let's try that spell again."

Alex woke up to the sound of screaming that night. She tried to sit up but instead found herself being strangled. She waved her hands in front of her, but there was nothing there. Then she realised that it wasn't a person choking her. It was smoke! That was when the young child could make out what people were saying. They were all screaming "Fire!" The girl quickly threw her blankets off and climbed out of her bed. She was caught off guard when her feet touched the tile; they were like walking on burning coals. She hurried to the door and reached for the knob. But when the child's hand made contact with the metal, a hot burning pain went through her hand and up her arm. Alex cried out in pain but no one could hear her over the roaring flames. She pulled her hand away, but it was too late. Her hand was already starting to swell up. Alex ran over to the closet and threw it open using her good hand. She frantically looked up and down the closet for the staff Anubis had given her to practice with but it wasn't there.

"Missing something, darling?", a deep voice said behind her (though she couldn't be sure considering the voice seemed to be bouncing off the walls of the room). Alex looked all around her but there was nothing but smoke and shadows. "You know it's rude to not speak when spoken to, Alexandrea"

"Who are you?", Alex asked to no one.

"Pity. The least you could do is remember me," The voice said with no emotion, "But don't worry we will have plenty of time to get to know each other where we're going."

Before she had any time to reply, darkness started to envelope her. The shadows and flames seemed to be dancing as Alex looked around the room for something ANYTHING to help her. The last thing she saw was flames turning her room to ash. Then, everything went pitch black. As she fell to the burning floor she whispered to the nothingness one word. "Anubis"

So short. Still its really just a prologue. I also am going to start doing this thing where I pick one reviewer and they get a sneak peak at the next chapter. But you have to be logged in to get it. Also if you want me to update this story you need to review so I know which one of my stories to update more often. -troll