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Mist forming into three blurred, smoky images of the same woman moving in unison. Once in the center of the courtyard, her three forms merged and solidified into one young woman in a dark, sleeveless gown. with ornate silver designs, like runes or alchemy symbols. Her hair was set in an Ancient Greek style high-set ponytail. Her gown seemed to ripple as if the cloth was ink spilling off and wore sandals. Carrying two old-fashioned reed torches, she was accompanied by a black Labrador retriever and a polecat. There is a green shimmer that surrounds her like an aura. Her face is like a Greek statue — pale, beautiful, and ageless.
I stare for only moments; my mother was standing in front of me she alone was the cause. I can't say that my life was hard, but with monsters attacking at every turn and only Harpies, acolytes, and at times Furies for company. "It is time my daughter, you are as powerful as possible, you have trained and made me proud. My choice has been made even though I have not yet converted to Lord Kronos yet," she shimmered as she moved at times there would be three and then one.
I give her another look, "Mother, you have protected me, but why. My siblings have all perished or are off fighting for this Luke Castilian," her green eyes flicker with magic.
I knew something was off, I added. "I do not have a human father, how can I make these choices if the entire truth has not been laid out,"
"My child you are wise, you do not and for now you must find the truth of your father. Soon you will find a sibling who has been asleep for years, your journey will not be easy as my protection ends when you leave this place,"
Don't ever have Hecate mother is the Greek goddess of magic, sorcery, witchcraft, crossroads, trivial knowledge, necromancy, ghosts, and the night. She is also the goddess of the Mist, she represents the dark side of the moon, or the Harvest Moon, and is associated with many things including childbirth, nurturing the young, gates, walls, doorways, and sometimes even change.
I stood once again, "Where do I go, I will make the journey based on my power and without your protection. I can do this," knowing mother protected me due to my powers, I was strong for being a child of Hecate, the furies would screech about the big three and power. But my mother was close to Lord Hades and Goddess Persephone.
"You will bring me glory, Adora," the mist vanished and so did mother, the shimmering green mist evaporated and a scrap of parchment floated to the grass at my feet.
It read.
Camp Half-Blood, Half-Blood Hill, Farm Road 3.141
Long Island, New York 11954
"Guess this Camp has my answers," marching to the house seeing a very angry looking Harpy watching me. "I am leaving, contact my mother with what you should do now. I am going to find out who my father is,"
She gave me a glowering smile, "You already know, do you not? Maybe your mother sired you to over through the King God," I swatted her away, but before I could make it far from Fawna her voice was much softer. "I have taken great care and pride in you, so don't get yourself killed," then she too was gone.
My room was in view as a bag was laid on the unmade bed, I took another deep breath the scents of reed, smoke, the sky, and a mixture of my favorite flowers. It is best to leave at night like my mother my own magic is more powerful during the night. I had little time, she arrived at her own time giving me a small window as to leave. I had money, clothes, and anything else that was needed and could be manhandled into my backpack.
Whatever the reason was waiting on Long Island. Concentration was key, I couldn't go far but I was in Alaska as she stated far from the prying arms of the gods. The white column appeared and with a sense of a cloud twisting you, I was teleported, but when I fell to the ground my bearings are off. A small café with mouth-watering aromas is the closest building to me, when I walk in I note by day this cafe is the color of supermarket oranges, it has that shiny look, and the jazz pours out of the open doors along with the aroma of fresh fried catfish.
But now that it's almost tomorrow and the light of the day has been replaced by the unrelenting blackness of night, the frontage is as grey as the smooth concrete sidewalk at my feet. I take in a deep breath, sucking in the air that carries a hint of dampness and lacks the heavy pollution of the day traffic. It could almost be another season in another place, but I'm not wishing to be elsewhere. I teleported by Mist to Louisiana, I can't fathom trying again as my body already sags into an open seat.
A waitress her face filled with fear speaks, "You okay darling?"
"I am just tired, miss. Is there a hotel around here?" I was very clueless to the real world, the monsters, and life.
She gave me another soft look, "Yes there is right across the street, darling. You need to eat you look drained," and was I ever. I asked pulling out my wallet, "May I please get, the gumbo with a lemonade?"
I was nearly done when I glanced up seeing a Cyclops, very massive too. "Thank you, ma'am," paying and leaving before it crushed this Café to bits. My pale fingers moved and the Cyclops saw me darting in the opposite direction but using more magic drained me, I never teleported so far before and now my body was needing rest as I took cover in an abandoned house for the night. It was protected after a few well-placed spells after with a jumbled mind it hit me mother sired me for a reason, I was powerful, she protected me, hid me away while training me, mother worried for all her children but why was I so special that she had done so much more?
The answer yet again was who my father was, and that answer is at this Camp, with those thoughts my vision goes black.
