Hecate's PoV Hecate's PoV

I gazed down the dusty street, abandoned by all but a small child. The boy who couldn't have been older than five, was on his knees, staring at the burnt stuffed bear that lay beside him.

I stumbled over a piece of debris that littered the street as I made my way over to the child. Sitting down next to the ragged boy, I reached out, against my will, and tapped him on the shoulder.

He turned his head slowly, as though he was afraid of what he might find, and I blinked as his face came into view. Extraordinary sea-green orbs stared sadly up into my chocolate brown ones. Raven black hair that shone slightly in the harsh sunlight framed his dirty face, but beneath the mud and scratches, I saw prominent cheekbones and a sculpted nose that looked like one of nobility.

I stared once again into the haunted sea-green eyes and saw, for the first time, the slumbering power hidden deep inside the boy. This lonely, abandoned child that was the key to hundreds of lives. The earth itself was relying upon the child in front of me.

Smiling gently, I reached out and placed a forefinger on the stained brow in front of me. "I, Hecate, Goddess of magic and crossroads, bless this mortal with Magic's runes. May he have an inner wisdom and sun's guidance." A soft green glow encased the boy before disappearing, invisible to the mortal eye.

I reached out once again, but this time to wrap my arms around his tense body, the way a mother would a child. "Sleep, little one. I will guard your dreams and haunt the nightmares of your enemies."

The world flickered, and I woke up in my bed, smiling at the fact I may have made this mortal's life just a bit easier.

Percy's 3rd person PoV

Seven-year-old Percy was hiding in his room. He had just gotten yelled at by his obnoxious stepfather Gabe, (or Smelly Gabe in the mind of Percy) and the young boy had run to his room to escape the anger. Percy poked his head out from under his bed and frowned. The walrus had stopped shouting profanities and the broken-down apartment they lived in was silent. He crawled out from his hiding spot and snuck towards the door to his room he had slammed shut only a few minutes ago.

After quickly but quietly descending the stairs, Percy stuck his head into the kitchen. The fire of the stove was on and Gabe was lying, soaked, on the floor. Percy tiptoed over to his mom and asked, "What happened, mom? Why is Smelly Gabe on the floor, why is the stove on?" Percy's mom, Sally, twisted her head frantically to look at her son.

"What do you mean the stove's on, Percy?" She rushed to the aforementioned stove and turned the childproof knobs off, one by one.

Now, Percy was not stupid, contrary to what his report card said, but he didn't understand how the stove had turned on without his mom knowing, or how Smelly Gabe was drenched, as though he'd just gotten into a shower with his clothes on. Sally came back and picked up her son carefully as though he might explode any second.

"Percy are you sure you don't know what happened?" The black-haired boy shook his head slowly. Gabe groaned and stirred on the uncomfortable, broken, wooden floor, but other than that everything was still. A woman stood in the corner of the kitchen. Brown eyes the colour of coffee stared at him and she shook her head slowly before putting a finger to her lips and winking. 'Hush, child, everything will be fine.' A voice sounded in the young boy's mind.

He shook his head once more, and the lady disappeared.

-Line break-

That night, as his mother was tucking him into his creaky bed, Percy thought he heard a whisper, almost like the ocean. "Percy," his mother said, not seeming to have heard anything, "I want you to know, no matter what, I love you, and I will always be here for you."

Percy nodded, already falling asleep. "I love you too mommy."

His mother backed out of the room, smiling as her baby boy fell into a peaceful sleep. "Hecate help me. He has already started, and I'm not sure how much longer I can keep up the pretence."

'Be calm, my child. All will be well. Soon, after his tenth birthday, show him the wonders of your old life. I am here for you, remember that.'

Sally got into her own bed, Gabe passed out on the couch from a game of poker and smiled. 'Soon, my baby boy, soon you will understand.'

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