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Correction:- Hecate doesn't have her own Cabin in Camp Half Blood, only the 12 Olympians do.
-Loth's P.O.V-
I woke up to the sound of shuffling feet, the faint scent of cedarwood and smoke filling the Hermes' cabin.
The whole place was rowdy and crowded.
For an Anti-social like me, it wasn't my first choice for a place to sleep, but for those unclaimed or claimed by gods outside the Olympian Twelve, it was the default.
The bunk above me creaked as someone rolled over, and I rubbed the pink sparks still flickering at my fingertips from last night's dream.
'Hecate…'
Her words were still fresh in my mind, an echoing challenge I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to take up. Dealing with gods wasn't exactly...conducive for a long term existence.
"Master magic, huh?" I muttered under my breath, letting go of the warmth in my chest.
The sparks didn't immediately fade away, leaving a hum in the air when they did.
I rubbed the spot above my heart in thought. It felt as if the energy had grown in quantity after last night.
Before I could dwell on it, a throat was cleared.
"I- I can help with that. Magic, I mean."
A shy voice said.
"I- It won't be easy. But if you succeed, Mother will reward you."
I looked up and found a small, pale girl with striking red hair standing before my bed.
She looked no older than thirteen but had an air of quiet confidence that belied her age.
She tilted her head at me as though studying some invisible pattern around me.
"You're Loth." Her voice was light, sing-song even, and she spoke as if she'd been expecting me.
"And you are?" I replied, sitting up.
"Luna," she said simply, her gaze still shy but kind. "Our mother asked me to help you."
I froze. 'Our mother?' Hecate sent her then?
Before I could ask anything else, she gestured for me to follow. I grabbed my shoes and trailed her out of the cabin into the crisp morning air.
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As we walked through the camp, I found myself studying her. Luna moved with an odd grace, her head occasionally tilting as if listening to someone I couldn't see.
"Annabeth said you're one of Hecate's kids...one of my siblings," I ventured, trying to break the silence.
She glanced back at me, her pale blue eyes meeting mine briefly before drifting away again.
"One of four," she amended. "I see spirits. They tell me things."
"Spirits?" I echoed, puzzled.
She nodded, her voice dreamy. "They're everywhere. Can't you feel them? Or see them? Hecate's children can, if they try."
I activated my Aura Sense cautiously, and the world shifted.
Around us, faint flickers of energy floated like fireflies, intangible but undeniably present. The danced around her, reminding me of my own experience in the forest.
Luna smiled, clearly pleased that I could sense them.
"You're leaking magic, though," she said suddenly, stopping in her tracks. "You should turn that off. Thalia doesn't like it."
I blinked. "Thalia?"
She gestured toward the towering pine tree at the camp's edge. "She's my friend. Lets me practice magic here."
I frowned. I didn't even notice we'd crossed half the Camp.
With Aura Sense still active, I tried to detect anything unusual about the tree.
It pulsed with power, yes, but like yesterday, that was all. There was no sign of a soul within it. I knew Thalia would ressurect in the future, but that would be due to the golden fleece.
Could she… truly be alive inside?
Luna waved a hand dismissively. "She's sleeping. Don't bother her."
Reluctantly, I deactivated Aura Sense, and the firefly-like energy faded from view.
The two of us sat facing each other under the pine tree's shade.
"Okay," I said cautiously. "Now what?"
She smiled, a little mischievously. "Show me your magic."
-0-
Anodites.
A powerful magical alien race from the Ben 10 universe. They were essentially energy beings connected to the mystical side of reality.
One of the most powerful ones, Gwen Tennyson could create powerful Pink constructs and spells that could warp reality.
The key word being Pink. Just like my Shield circles...
Basically, I suspected my powers or magic was Anodite in nature. I was an Anodite.
Wow. Anodite in PJO, sounds like the setting of a self insert fanfiction. I would have loved to read something like that. Unfortunately, this was now my reality.
I raised my hand, focusing on the warmth in my chest, and summoned a pink circular shield, the size of a plate.
It materialized above my palm, shimmering faintly in the morning light.
Luna tilted her head, her expression sharpening. She muttered something under her breath, raising her own hand.
To my shock, a similar shield—purple this time—formed in front of her.
"Wait… how did you do that?" I asked, lowering my own shield in disbelief.
"I watched your magic move," she said simply. "And I copied it."
I stared at her, stunned. "You can do that?!"
She nodded, her tone nonchalant. "Spirit sight helps. Can you make more than one?"
I hesitated, then focused again, summoning another shield above my other hand. Two shields now hovered before me. Luna clapped her hands together, delighted.
"Impressive," she said. "But how many can you make?"
Curiosity burned in me. I concentrated harder, pulling on the strange magic in my chest. A third shield appeared, then a fourth, and finally a fifth. My breathing grew labored as I struggled to maintain all five at once.
"That's your limit," Luna observed. "Five. Not bad."
I let them fade, my chest heaving. "Are shields all I can make?"
Gwen could do a whole lot more.
Luna considered this, her gaze thoughtful. "Maybe not. Try something else."
I thought back to the altercation with Clarisse. The spear she'd thrown had stuck in my mind.
Closing my eyes, I pictured it clearly—a long, deadly weapon—and pulled on the warmth again.
When I opened my eyes, a pink spear shimmered into existence in my hand. Luna's eyes widened.
"It's solid," she murmured, reaching out to touch it. "Feels just like the spears in the arena. Can you control it?"
I frowned, testing the connection I felt to the spear. With a flick of my wrist, I launched it toward a nearby boulder. The spear fizzled out halfway, dissolving into pink mist.
"Limited range," I muttered.
"Try closer," Luna urged.
I stepped within five meters of the boulder, summoned another spear, and hurled it with all my strength. .
This time, it hit its mark. What we weren't expecting was the deafening explosion that followed, shattering the rock into jagged pieces.
My magic reserves dipped by a whole quarter and a headache began forming.
Luna and I stared at the debris, stunned.
"Okay," I said slowly. "That's… new."
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We spent the next hour experimenting with my magic.
I learned that I could only create basic constructs—shields, spears, and crude shapes—and that each had a strict limit on range and durability.
I was weak. For now.
Luna suggested sparring with the Ares kids to improve my spear skills, but I wasn't thrilled by the idea.
"Isn't there someone else?" I asked. "Someone not… Clarisse or her family?"
Luna's face lit up. "Luke! He's a camp leader. He knows how to fight with all weapons, like a knight in shining armor!"
I was surprised by her gushing reaction, but before I could respond, a familiar voice interrupted from the back.
"Luna, mind if I borrow your brother?"
Annabeth approached, her expression calm but purposeful.
"Annabeth, hi You see any fairies of late?"
Luna greeted her with a wide smile.
"No, not really, but I heard there were some in the strawberry fields this morning. Some Demeter kids saw fireworks above the plants."
Annabeth answered with a matching smile.
Luna's glinting eyes went wide as saucers.
"Oh wooow...see you later Loth."
She abruptly waved and then skipped off toward the farm, muttering something about fireflies.
"Wait, what about...our training..."
I sighed, turning around to face Annabeth with a raised brow.
"I needed her help, Annabeth."
"Oh please, Luna's not going anywhere."
She stated, her gray eyes turning sharp. "For now, Luke wants to see you."
My head tilted in confusion, "What for?"
"Camp duties," she said simply turning around. "Everyone has responsibilities."
I sighed, still salty about my magic training getting cut short.
Still, rules are rules, gotta get with the program Loth. Besides, I needed time for my reserves to recover.
"Alright," I said, following her. "Let's get this over with."
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And so, my life as a "child of Hecate" In Camp Half Blood began.
Little did I know, this was only the start of my training—and of the challenges that lay ahead. Challenges I never wanted to be part of, yet Fate had other plans.