Hey guys! Doing another story that I was interested in. I do not own Percy Jackson or any characters other than my own. This takes place post Heroes of Olympus. Now onto the story!

14 years ago.

It was a fairly quiet evening, with rain and water pouring all over the city. Chicago, Illinois. The earth smell of rain was throughout the city, not for sadness of someone but as a blessing. Hecate wore a lovely gown of purple that looked lovely pairing it with her ornate necklace. Markus stood nearby smiling happily for the lover he came across. He was the son of Ares and of a daughter of Athena. His very own son would combine Magic, Strength, and Intelligence together. A very fitting combination in the world of gods.

It was not as demeaning as it sound at first. The Earhart family stretched far back, with gods intermingling within the family for a very long time. It was part of a blessing made by Hera that let the family have incredible power, even for demigod standards. Every god that weaves himself/herself into the family will be another generation to be apart of the demigod world. Even if the family has strayed into the mortal world for too long, once another god/goddess weaves themselves in they will reactivate the powers and gifts bestowed upon them. More than 12 gods that Markus knew of had weaved themselves in so far; Maybe even more.

The son he was to have, was to be the strongest man in the family yet, stronger and wiser than Markus himself.

But as he was worrying about his future, he almost forgot about the present.

"Markus, don't worry. He will be a natural." Hecate expressed.

"I know. It's just that, the stronger he his the more pain and suffering he'll have to go through."

With this, Hecate wrapped her arms around Markus who hugged back softly. She had long curly locks of brunette hair that waved softly into Markus's face.

"I... I was thinking about that. It's best if I ask for seal on his powers till he learns to fight. I know you'd teach him, it's more until he can fight for himself that it'd be for."

I looked at her with surprise. "I suppose it's a good idea. But, I'd put a seal on his powers until he turns 14. But still let him have powers from Lady Athena, and my father."

Hecate smiled. "Now that's a good idea. He'll be strong enough to fight off at least a few attacks till he goes to camp."

She got up and started make a salad, when she stopped.

"Honey, my water broke." She said to Markus very calmly.

They rushed to the hospital taking Markus's car. As they got there, Hecate made it look like an ambulance was coming through, which was a very good thing seeing as it was much heavier traffic than normal during the rainy season.

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A few hours later, a cry could be heard. It sounded all the way to Olympus signaling Artemis to read gender, weight, size. It was a healthy boy. He had gentle eyes that always seemed to change colors from green, to blue with a darker hazel color as a "inner iris" or ring. Far away, they looked grey, but up close they looked different to everyone who saw them. He had sandy blonde hair that indeed fit him quite well.

However, after he was born, Hecate looked sad. She wouldn't be able to talk to her son as Zeus forbade it. Even as a Titan, she must listen.

Markus however, understood. "I'll always be faithful to you, even in death. I swear this upon the River Styx."

Hecate smiled and laughed. "Thank you sweetie. That makes me feel better. I'll always be watching." She said with a smirk.

"I'll always count on it" Markus countered.

And the two loves parted for a likely last time to begin the life of the son of Hecate.

14 years later.

"Aaron wake up! You're going to be late to school and I need to get to work!" His dad called.

"Up! Just give me a few minutes to get dressed." He shouted from the inside of his room.

He lived in the penthouse of the John Hancock Center; The 24th tallest building in the world. His own room was massive compared to the other rooms for his classmates. He had a queen sized bed along with furnishings and a huge plasma TV. In his room. Man life was sweet. (A/N switching into his perspective)

I opened my closet to find the usual things I wore. Hollister, Aeropostale, American Eagle, Old Navy. Those kind of things. I had several different shoes, jackets, and hats all lined up for me to take them. I grabbed a nice Vans original shirt (grey of course) and put it on. Slipped on some skinny jeans and a dark blue jacket that looked like a shirt. I took some Nike socks and put them on quickly. Decided to wear my converses to mix things up.

As I looked myself over in the mirror, I thought about what was going to happen today. I'd likely go through the school day just fine, but I was in the Talent Show, and well. Let's just say, I am fairly untalented at some things. One of which was waking up on time. I continued to look at myself in the mirror. I looked in and out of place at the same time, due to the fact of looking like a casual surfer. I've never tried to surf so, meh.

"Get your ass down here! You need to get going! Meet me at the limo."

Yes. Yes, he just said limo. My dad's famous for investing in things and buying out companies. He is one of those people who are like in the show Shark Tank, only much, much richer.

I ran out of my room, grabbed my backpack and hopped onto the elevator. Waited the usual 2 minutes to get down and presto! I was at the lobby. I jogged out through the lobby into the brisk winds that waited me. Just a usual Tuesday. The limo was parked right up next to the curb so I just opened the door and sat down.

"Hey Aaron?" My dad asked from the front seat.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"I just wanted to let you know I'll be at the Talent Show tonight. I know it means a lot to you so I decided to come and watch."

I grinned. "Thanks Dad."

After waiting for 10 minutes in the limo, I finally got to my school and stepped out. I was an 8th grader in Middle School, but already people in High School respected me. Not just because of my father, but because of how I act. You see, I may seem to dress like I came I just came of the store, but hey. That's the style nowadays. But, no way in any shape or form do I brag about being "better" than people. I am who I am, and everyone's fine with that.

The day went by fast, going from one period to the next, just waiting for tonight. As it turned out, I was spacing out after school and found myself at home at 5 PM.

The show was going to start in an hour, which meant I needed to be there in less than 30 minutes. I quickly grabbed my suit in a bag and ran out the door.

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I got there in just the nick of time. All my props were already set up, I just needed to change. I went into the bathroom and stripped down and put on the elaborate suit. It was a simple black and white shirt with a card in the pocket instead of a flower of any kind. I got a lot of compliments as I prepared for my performance. It involved actually... Not a lot, but trick of mind.

As I waited for the show to start, I saw my dad walk in wearing, surprisingly, normal adult clothing. I took comfort in that he didn't want to upstage me, but, was here to support me. I got the warm fuzzy feeling that most kids get when feeling like they are special to their parents. Well, in my case, at least one for sure. My mother was something of a mystery to me. I knew that Dad didn't say any lies about her; I mean at all. It's just, he kept the entire truth from me. She had to go back to work after she gave birth to me. Which, I found depressing growing up. Though, even as I grew up, Dad never wavered his loyalty towards her, always knowing she was doing the same. I smiled at that. People always found each other later in life, even after the years of separation. As I was thinking, the event manager said to me,

"You're next Aaron! You'll do great. I'm sure of it." He grinned to me.

As I walked on stage, the crowd hushed as I, one of the most talented at these sort of things, grabbed the microphone and turned it into a flower. The crowd went bug-eyed, as I put the microphone-now a flower- into my pocket which held my cards.

"Ladies and Gentleman. I am here tonight to show to you the truth behind magic. There is no trick to it, it is pure and simple. Yet, complex and unwavering. Throughout many centuries tales of myths and legends have spoke of it, and tonight I will show it to all those who watch and pay attention." My voiced boomed, sounding like it was over the stereo system, which it was.

I took the cards out of my pocket, and swiftly flung it out into the crowd. The cards flew up, then down in a designated pattern for the crowd to have, each person getting one card.

"You just witnessed a flight pattern for cards. But in truth it was random. No strings are attached to my hands, nor the ceiling. Now, would all the people with Spades stand up." Quickly, the first two rows stood up, a bit shocked as to how that happened.

"Going left to right, please read to me your card."

The each called out the cards, in ascending order (Ace to King). Some people were shocked as to how it was possible.

"Thank you. As you see, you each are in ascending order going left to right for each of the straits. Now, would the Aces please come up to help me?" I asked.

4 people in a column got up and walked onto the stage.

"Please stand facing the audience, in a row."

They obeyed and stood.

"Now, I will do something, you haven't seen yet."

And with that, I snapped my fingers, making a strong green mist shoot toward the volunteers. The all grew shorter and shorter till they will half as tall as they were. I looked out into the audience. It was one of utter shock and amazement. There stood 4 giant knight chess pieces, two in red, two in black. I clapped once, bringing them back slowly, but returned to their seats. As they looked as to what happened, they realized that the knight pieces were in place of them.

However, the crowd did not notice it until I brought it to their attention.

"Now, as you see the knight pieces in front of me, look back at the Aces seats."

They all turned and looked even more amazed as to what I could accomplish.

"Thank you for helping me. Now, does anyone have some water?"

A lady in the back row raised her hand. I snapped my fingers and instantly the bottle was in my own hands.

"Much appreciated. Now watch closely."

I threw the water out into the crowd, looking at the shocked faces below. The water froze in place and was floating in mid air.

"And again no wires." As I pushed the frozen blob around freely.

I then took the bottle it came from and sucked it back in, giving it back to it's owner at the same time. I snapped my fingers once again, and brought the curtains to a close, but as soon as I closed them, I reopened them with my actual supplies on a newly placed table.

"Now if you notice, I also gave the school a new backdrop color behind me." As I pointed to the purple wall the was just brown.

"I think I'll be taking those cards back right about now..." I said as they flew out of the crowd's hands and back into mine.

I flung them upward, leaving them spinning around in a perfect circle, again in mid air. I took a ping pong ball out and placed it into the center of the ring. It hung there in place, waiting to fall but not ever falling. I snapped once again, making the cards flay faster into the center, and what I had created stunned people. The cards, each stood on the edge of the ping pong ball making a flower effect. I grabbed a straw and blew one of the edges, and watched as the whole thing spin around, fast enough to make your head spin.

I then clapped and the cards and ball dropped to the ground, not in any particular order.

"For my last and final act for you tonight, I will show to you the power of fire." And with that I lit a white candle on the table and began talking.

"You see, each and every one of these tricks tonight are unrepeatable by magicians. It's not the illusion that I made tonight, but the reality. And so, while you only concentrate on the sound of my voice and the candle," I paused showing that they could not move their eyes, "know that it was difficult to do such a thing." And as I finished that, the room got dark, darker than anything before. The only thing seeable was the candle, lighting up the dark. And from there, a stem of green thick gas emerged, and flooded the entire room, giving life back into it. It glowed and oozed through the audience, slowly light up their vision. The light gradually came back on and when they did, the gas stopped, and went back into the candle, which it then was put out by nothing. I had walked off stage before this happened, gaining the worry of the crowd.

"Thank you for coming and good night!" I bellowed from behind the curtains. I took one last look at the stage, the cards arranged to say what I just said. The ping pong ball as the dot in the exclamation point.

The audience erupted into cheers and whistles, claps and soars as they had just witnessed a great feat. It was possibly the best night for Aaron... Until the lion had to ruin it.

Thanks for reading! I'll try to update this when I can. So far, I really like how it turned out. Any feedback is appreciated. :)