A/N: This is all for fun, I don't own anything from PJO or Harry Potter. This is my first fanfic of a random idea I've had floating around. Any advice/ideas is appreciated. Please review so I know if the story is worth continuing. Enjoy
"blah blah blah"-dialogue
'blah blah blah'- thoughts
Chapter 1
Hecate, Greek goddess of magic and crossroads was in the middle of an experiment worthy of Athena; a chance to see where faded Gods go. "Just one more rune and the viewing circle should be finished." Adding the final rune to the scheme, Hecate poured magic into the ritual. The runes lit up in a pale blue light as flames, ice, stones, shadows, and lightning all seemed to be converging in the circle looking for a way out. The sounds of roars and howls of animals could be heard echoing through the chamber. Then they converged on each other and the resulting explosion blasted Hecate back against the wall of the chamber and darkness descended over her vision.
'What is making that crying sound' was the first thoughts that entered Hecate's mind, 'why am I on the floor' was the next one. Next she had flashes of images, a ritual viewing and everything came back to her. She walked over to the circle to find a baby crying in the center of the circle. The baby had dark green eyes and a tuft of dirty blonde hair. After checking to make sure that the magic she summoned had dissipated, she called out "Blinky!" with a pop a house elf in a pale purple toga appeared. "Take this child and see to its needs while I figure out what in Hades happened here." "Yes, Mistress Hecate, Blinky take child" and with a snap of her fingers, both child and elf were gone.
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Sitting in a colossal library, Hecate was sipping a glass of Nectar. "So I wrote the wrong runes down and instead of viewing the Fade, I summoned and combined some of its occupants into this child." The thought of what beings could inhabit the Fade sent a shiver down her spine. "Well, let us try a blood test and see if that will show who the boy is composed of. " It was then she realized that she wasn't sure exactly where Blinky brought the boy.
"Blinky, can you please bring me to the child?" "Yes, Mistress Hecate" the elf said as it popped into the room. "Mistress be following Blinky." They walked down the hall and entered a small bedroom to find the baby sleeping peacefully in an oak crib. Hecate pulled out a vial and placed it against the boys arm and the vial began filling with reddish, gold blood. "So he is at least partly immortal." Hecate murmured to herself. She withdrew a piece of parchment and dipped an enchanted quill into the blood and laid it against the parchment. The quill began writing at a furious pace and the results left the goddess of magic completely speechless.
