Yay! Rewrite of chapter two will commence momentarily! Like Ch1 re-write, nothing major will change, so who gives a crap?

Obviously me as I have rewritten this buuuut, onto the disclaimer!

Dionysus: What pea-brained mortal? Oh yeah, I haven't forgotten about that favour I owe you Ficklepastries (Frostpuppy) … now? *sigh* Ficklepastries does not own Henry Parkson or Peter Johnson and the Olgerions.

P.S

A/N: That favour is basically I claimed to own the half filled glass of booze on his table of cards that I was joining him in on my first day at camp when Zeus suspected he was ignoring his restrictions (Which he was) and had to choke the rest of it down to prove to Zeus it was mine for him to avoid MORE punishment. Godly wine has never made me feel more hung over, I do not support nor recommend booze of any sort. On with the story!

Chapter 2

Thalia

We Learn of the Magical Army

We spun around, there, sitting in front of us with a picnic blanket under her that definitely wasn't there a moment ago, was a lady in some bathrobe with stark purple hair. I mean what is her problem? Did her hair dye meet Joe the purple Hippo or something? (A/N Credits to Universalpowa) And her bathrobe wasn't very complimentary either. Okay, maybe it was a bit more formal that the grimy pink fluffy bathrobe my mother was sometimes caught in after she binged. In fact, they looked fancy and kind of neat, if they weren't from the last four centuries ago.

'And who are you?' I snapped right back at her, regaining my composure after the hysterics some fifteen minutes ago.

'Dear, it is rather rude to answer a question with a question.'

'And it's rude to not answer the question posed.' I folded my arms, trying to NOT sound like Annabeth around a very obnoxious person.

'Well, seeing as your actions have quite spoken for themselves, and you are done, I suppose it is proper for me to answer your question posed, I am Hecate and I am the goddess of Magic.'

'And is there a reason you're dressed for a sixteenth century shindig?' (Yeah, I can't believe I used that word either. The archaic trend must be catchy)

'Why haven't you guessed? I'm giving you a quest of course! A quest!' she bobbed her head enthusiastically while I was less-than reassured by her crazy attire.

'Um, why couldn't you have issued the quest on Olympus my Lady?' asked Percy. Who knew he used etiquette … ever actually. (etiquette, pff, otherwise known as butt kissery)

Hecate seemed to darken a little

'Well, during the um, Titan war, you remember don't you?'

You could probably hear my eyes rolling in their sockets. And ew, that just sounded so gross.

'Well duh,'

'Of course Hecate, who could forget? The war in which you chose to follow Kronos over us?'

Percy was elbowing Nico.

'Don't hold grudges remember? She is forgiven'

I didn't get what Kelp Head was on about, the grudges, but I certainly still felt a sting when a turned god addressed Artemis on our Hunts, even if they are 'forgiven'.

'Yes di Angelo, that one. Kronos, being the Lord of Time, had another plot in motion at the same time, sending me almost a thousand years into the past.'

'So that's where you got your fashion sense from.' I muttered.

Hecate ignored me and continued 'I was sent to medieval England, where I became known as Morgana for a while.'

The name sounded familiar, but our history fanatic Annabeth wasn't here to clarify what this meant, though I'd be sure to ask her afterwards.

'I gave a man named Emrys his power, his pseudonym is his more popular name, but that's not important'

My brain stopped working halfway through the word psuda-something but filed away the information that she deemed as unimportant as my ADHD kicked in and I started imagining her hair doing random stuff like separating into eight plaits and swishing around like an upside down purple octopus on her head. Wait, that wasn't my imagination, it was actually happening!

Confused expressions flitted through our faces, and I made a face as I realised I was starting to make weird ocean references and sounding like a Seaweed Brain, yuck! I take it back! It was an eight legged mutant purple shrew on her head doing a weird tap dance! Yeah! I like that one!

'The point is, when I gave him access to magic, the blessing I gave him was Kronos idea, to raise an army of magicians in England, beyond Zeus' power and sight behind his back, and prepare them for the fight in the future when they spawned enough wizarding mites to be the main type of soldier our army. However, when Kronos lost, I withdrew my blessing, but it was ... slightly unstable, and began to spread. I had hoped the wizard population would die out, and it would go unnoticed in history, which it has! You demigods haven't heard a word!'

I didn't like the sound of that, especially her cheery tone. If it was the last thing I did I'd be sure to suggest we go hunting for wizards next time I saw Artemis.

'But this has to change, away from Zeus' ears. The wizarding world I founded has a few ... problems. They seemed to disappear thirteen years ago, but recently, terror has struck a wizarding world event called the Quidditch World Cup, and I fear the worst for the little world I have become quite fond of. A man from this world has gained much evil power by wizard standards, if Zeus find out, he'd bust his nut! He'd exterminate the wizarding population as best he could, and the survivors would hate us, as if Zeus didn't have enough enemies already! And the wizards did nothing wrong, they only existed after Kronos' influence was withdrawn from them. So I ask you now to help me preserve my little world, and the key to that, is to protect the Boy Who Lived.'

Silence followed her little speech. During my fits of ADHD, secretly playing pea knuckle with Seaweed Brain and Nico behind our backs, I wondered how many times she said the word 'wizard' in that little speech of hers, but I wouldn't know, as she just fried my brain.

She seemed to get this when she saw the boys blank looks and sighed dramatically.

'So, you helped found an army of wizards for Kronos, but they turned out to be harmless except for this one problem until thirteen years ago, and now you're worried about your little world becoming endangered and want us to do something about it without Zeus finding out by protecting some scrawny kid.' Nico summarised.

'Yes!'

'Then why didn't you just spit it out?' asked our resident Seaweed Brain.

'The point is, will you help me?'

I raised a somewhat skeptic brow 'Help you save a bunch of magical wizards that could pose as a potential threat to the demigod community given enough time, that can spread like rabbits unlike demigods which can only be born with godly interference in mortal lives that you created when supporting Kronos? No biggie Hecate but seriously, what do you think we'll say?'

'It is a big risk, I mean they were created for Kronos' They probably do pose a potential threat because Kronos wouldn't raise an ineffective army. He'd raise an army that can defeat demigods' Nico added

'Come on guys, they're only mortals with magical sticks, break the stick and their defenseless'

'And,' Hecate added. 'Their magical ability has drastically decreased in potency in the last hundred years or so. Most great spells were lost and most wizards will not know the entire encyclopedia of spells'

'They have an encyclopedia?' I asked

'Please demigods, it's my own world, a world without the influence and corruption of the gods' Except yourself and Kronos I thought. On the other hand, a place where gods didn't interfere with everything mortals did indeed sounded interesting and worth a poke around.

'They are not your enemy, they never were. And they are mortals who need your help.' Okay, that got Percy, you could see it in his eyes. I mean, we weren't the heroes of Olympus for nothing. And Percy definitely fit the bill for being a hero. That tidbit appealed to our selfless hero sides and out eyes softened. But then again, as a cold hearted head hunter who analysed every hunt, I couldn't give in that easy. Artemis would skin me if I helped the enemy, changing the roles from the Hunter to the Hunted. Who's to say if we helped the wizards now, they wouldn't hunt us, the demigods down? People always feared the supernatural. Just because we were a different supernatural didn't mean we and the wizards would become buddies. Human kind was just like that. It didn't matter to them how similar they were to each other, they'd still hunt each other just because they were a little bit different. Survival of the fittest. If Wizards can't survive on their own, then demigods were the better breed. And Artemis would lead the hunt once Zeus found out about Hecate's world. Either way, eventually, if we found out about one another, one of us was going to the prey, and I didn't intend to be it.
Seaweed Brain looked meaningfully at Nico who slowly nodded, he wasn't totally convinced, but enough. Percy then looked at me, I practically radiated 'No (censored) way Jose' signals and he made seal puppy eyes at me.

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OKAY DAMNIT THOSE EYES ARE INSISTENT
I scowled and gave one, brisk, barely acknowledged nod. I still say it was a bad idea, and if this backfired, I was definitely blaming Kelp for Brains.

Percy turned to Hecate with a smile on his face and my glaring daggers at him.
'Sure Hecate, I mean it is our job as demigods to help shape the world of mortals where the gods cannot interfere, and now you owe me two, and Nico and Thalia one. Once for giving you a throne, twice for doing this favor for you and not telling Zeus. I swear it on the Styx that I will not tell head nor tails of this to Zeus, because I agree that he is a butthead for wanted to kill people just for what they might do someday.' Thunder rumbled after Kelp Head's little proclamation. I swear I heard a 'because he wanted to kill me for that very same reason' muttered under his breath. Who knew he had a brain? Rage boiled in me, as I knew that was the general way Olympians work, kill the threat before it becomes a bigger threat. Each one of us, me, Percy and Nico had faced this very problem. Maybe doing this favor for Hera wasn't such a bad idea after all, if only to spite the gods after what they've done, even if it was a risky idea. And also that slight fact that I suspected Hecate was going to keep us stranded on this grassy plain until we relented anyway.

'I also swear, except for the butthead part Kelp Head, you're one to talk' I muttered.

'Wait, we're just going to accept, just like that? I thought you had better sense Thalia. We don't know anyone or anything here in this, wizard world or whatever. Magic like that is just cheesy stories for cute kids er ... no offense Hecate.'

'Wow! Nico used the word cute!' I audibly whispered.

'Nico, as a nice person, you should listen to gods if they seek you out. Secondly, you're one to talk, your dads a cheesy fairy tale from three thousand years ago.'

Thunder rumbled across the seemingly normal sky.

'Nico, your dad would whip you and Kelp-for-Brains here just now for that kind of talk. Especially in front of another goddess who could turn you into a nice little toad'

'I also swear,' said Nico hastily, if not a little squeakily.

Whoever owned this nice green lawn and castle behind us must be wondering why it was thundering so much on such a lovely day.

'So now that that's over with, where are we Hecate? This doesn't look like the grey skies of England or the bustling cities of the US of A' Kelp for Brains asked the question we all wanted the answer to, his ADHD turning off his concern and suspicious like a bulb. That is why he's getting killed first on this really, really bad idea. That is if I didn't shoot him full of arrows first.

'Why, we're on the outskirts of Scotland on the front lawn of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,' Hecate proclaimed brightly.

Oh yay, another pathetic chapter of 1500 words T_T. I added a bit more so they wouldn't just follow along like sheep that have no say in the matter of the existence of magic like it sounded like to me, but it still sounds weak to me … any suggestions to make it like a weird BLOW MY MIND revelation to them so that they can respond accordingly?

R&R IF YOU WANT DON'T WANT TO FALL 600 FLOORS TO YOUR POTENTIAL DEATH.