I was suddenly interested in magic one day, I didn't know why. I decided to act upon my curiosity and I started to research magical things. I had most of the plants I needed since there was a greenhouse behind my house, which used the first floor as a diner. We had a ten room inn across the street which my parents also owned. The plants were easy enough. One day I made a synthetic Venus flytrap in my section of the house. One day my father had gone into the backyard. He started pulling plants out of the ground. Bad choice, my "weed" ate him.
My mother was away when that happened so I decided to bring him back from the dead. There is a 12 month waiting period before you go where you are supposed to. I used a body replication method which allowed his spirit to enter a body on earth again. It was my first time so I had one mistake. I didn't put the burn he had on his knee.
I'll tell my mother when she gets back that I had found a way to heal him, unless…
"Out, out I tell you! That was my time to die, you have brought me back and this can have dire consequences. Leave, you are no longer welcome here." My father was probably mad at me and was too mad to properly consider what he was saying. Well, the worst that can happen is that I die out there, which wouldn't be too bad. Death is continuing to the next life. Determined to make my father see the error of his ways, I stored what I needed in my bottomless bag. That being my plants, spell notebook, and a few jars of magical water along with some raw materials I can use to make other things in the future.
That's when I met someone I could only dream about meeting, Percy Jackson.