I own the OC's, Rick owns the rest.

Monica POV:

I slowly blinked my eyes open. I looked around slowly and started to sit up as memories flooded back to me. It was almost like a physical punch to the face as I lay back down. After a few moments I took in my surroundings. It was a church. A church with one dim light right above the altar. On either side of the altar was a golden pedestal. In one a golden torch blazed, but the other was empty. Then I noticed a woman kneeling in front of the altar.

She had dry black hair and was wearing a worn grey gown. It was simple with nothing special about it. As I got closer I noticed she was incredibly frail. Ribs shown through her clothes and there was not a bit of muscle on her. I walked unsteadily over to her. As I got closer her head turned. She looked like she was a once beautiful lady, but now her cheeks and eyes were sunken in. her eyes shifted colors slowly, but all the colors were lackluster.

"Come, my daughter." She said. "We must speak."

"Mother?" I asked, completely stunned. My mother was a powerful goddess; she shouldn't look like this.

"I sense my appearance disturbs you. Alas, there is nothing I can do about it; but you, can save me from fading."

"What must I do?"

"Long ago I wielded two torches in the war, my symbols of power. In the recent Titan war; however, I sided with Kronos because I wanted respect. I regret my actions, but Zeus is cruel. He took one of my torches, half of my power, as punishment. He promised to return it, but he was not careful. A bastard son of a demi-god stole it from his throne room. Since that day I have been growing weaker. I fear what my power is being used for."

"I'll help you mother, you barely have to ask."

She smiled up at me. "You are the most noble of my children, that's why I made you my torch bearer."

"What do you-" I started to say but then I saw the remaining torch flare up. The flames leapt toward me and engulfed my arm. I felt no pain as the crimson flames swirled around my arm before slowly forming into my hand. I watched as the flames expanded into a sword that resembled fire. The edges of the metal flowed constantly as if it itself was made of flames. Heat radiated off of it and I felt the power flowing through it. The pommel was a glowing ruby that looked like it had fire in the center. I was awestruck.

"It will come to you when you call it." Hecate said and the sword vanished from my hand. "Now I suppose you have other questions? Make it quick we have little time."

I looked around and saw the church was slowly getting brighter. I was waking up.

"What do these markings mean?" I said showing her my arm.

"These marks label you as my Torch Bearer. You can access any field of magic, whereas your sibling are limited too one field for the most part."

"How?"

"Besides the field I blessed them with, magic requires a sacrifice. Whether burnt food or giving your life for a friend; sacrifices release energy that can be harnessed to cast more ancient and powerful magic."

"So I can use it all?"

"To a limited extent, but I fear your time here is up. Do not fail me, my child."

I sat bolt up right in bed surrounded my friends. I must have been in shock because I babbled inane things. I felt a girl with black hair touch my forehead and I instantly fell into a dreamless sleep.

Ok if you are wondering what the sacrifice thing is all about, read "The Son of Magic" in the demigod diaries.