Wanted to start writing stories again. Just started this evening and I'll try to move more into to the plot later I continue to write in my off time. OC Character story, I'm unfortunately going to most likely overpower most of the demigods abilities from the book as well as new ones for my character, sorry just wanted to do it. Let me know if I need to edit anything or add anything. Also the magic words used in the text I took the idea from watching young justice of how Zatanna used her magic which is backwards words which I give DC the credit for. So if you wanna know the spells type the words back in their normal order. Thanks

OC POV

I suppose I better start off with myself. It's a long story honestly and a confusing one which I still struggle to wrap my head around. My name is Jasper and I'm the son of Aphrodite but with a twist in my DNA. I'm not the typical beauty fanatic like most of my brothers and sisters at camp Half Blood. You see my father was a demigod of Hecate, the goddess of magic.

I already had a small skill for using magic though I didn't know it. It just came in random spurts and moments, something unnatural would float up if I was angry, things would move in odd ways. But after I saved one of Hecate's temples from being desecrated by treasure hunters hopping to make an easy buck when I still lived in Maine everything changed. I was young and found an old temple while I wondered the woods behind our new house. Curious I touched the door covered in runes, the door glowed dark purple and swung open. I peeked inside and saw old burnt out candles, gold coins, and old books along the pillars and stone tables inside. All of a sudden I heard voices from behind me, scared I bolted inside looking for just a place to hide. Scampering up an old ladder I hid behind a large ceramic vase. Trembling as I heard the voices below suddenly become all too clear. Peering over the side I say two men enter pulling my head back I curled up behind the vase. I just tried to stay as still as possible hoping they wouldn't find me as I listened to them talk.

"Hey Bobby you open this creepy ass door?"
"Nah man but check it out gold!"
"Grab it all and then lets torch this place it gives me the creeps"

I heard them stuffing their pockets and then the sound of liquid hitting the floor, gasoline. I had to get out I shifted my weight to crawl backwards but in the process I accidentally knocked the vase over onto them. Hearing a sickening crack and then a scream as the vase shattered on top of one of the men.

"Oh fuck no I'm done!"

Then silence as the survivor ran out of the temple. I crawled down and found my fears were correct. A red gas can half emptied on the floor and tables, and one of the men broken with vase shards sticking out of his back and head. I held back the urge to hurl and turned to leave, but before I could leave at the door stood a new figure. A women in a dark gown walked in, her sharp violet eyes scanning the aftermath. Long raven hair billowed behind her as she moved into the temple, her bare feet making no noise she walked. She turned to me observing me intently as I looked back at her cold pale face. I stood shaking in fear backing away towards the back of the temple.

"Come here child" she commanded.
Scared and having no clue who she was I backed away stuttering "n.. stay aw..away I didn't me…mea…mean too!"

She frowned her expression darkening a little pointing at me she said "Etativel dlihc ot em"
I heard the echo of her words before I was lifted off the ground and floated to eye level with her. Her eyes flashed purple as she stared at me, I felt like she was starting into my very soul. Then all of a sudden the glow in her eyes faded and she reached out stroking my terrified face as her expression softened. "You're Erik's child" Staring at me harder she clicked her tongue "tisk tisk but your mother is surprising".

Confused I looked at her directly "my mom?" I asked. I never even knew my mom it had been me and dad for years.

Shaking her head she muttered "taolf tfos nwod" I sunk to the floor softly, looking up she leaned down. "You did me a service even if you are too young to understand, and as the child of my favorite child I gift you with something even your father didn't have"
She lightly touched my forehead whispering "wonk gnorts lufrewop tnanimod cigam" This time as I heard the words echo around the room I heard what they meant "Know strong powerful dominant magic" I repeated the phrase in awe with little idea of what just happened.

The women chuckled lightly "run home and tell your dad that your grandmother sent you home"
Cocking my head at her "grandmother?"
She smiled and pulled small glowing stone out of thin air handing it to me. "He will know who I am and what happened when you give him this now go!" Wanting to leave the place I took the stone and practically ran home.