Location: Midgard, United States of America, New York, New York, Cemetery Ridge, #1 Cemetery Lane;
Date: Tuesday, June 1st, 2005
Time: 12:05 am
POV: Hadrian Freyr Peverell
Eight-year-old Hadrian Freyr Peverell looks around the Addams estate wistfully. He's grown up here, he found a home and a family here. He learned to duel and battle properly here. He's learned more about etiquette and customs here than he ever did in his last life. Now he's headed on to immerse himself properly in his destiny and fate. As the Master-of-Death and the son and heir of Prince Loki and Lady Hecate, he's destined and fated for immortality even if he was born a demigod. He's more prepared for this side of the world than he ever was in his life as 'Harry Potter'.
His Aunts Morticia and Rosemary, as well as his Uncle Gomez and Cousin Itt, have prepared him for his new life as best as they are able. He's spent the past year reading through all his mythology and history books. He's even memorized his mythomagic playing cards just in case the stats on them pertaining to the real world. All that's left to do is try out the amulet on his charm necklace. They've all studied the runes covering it and drawn their own conclusions separately then discussed it as a family. From what everyone can tell it's either a disguised time-turner or an advanced portkey.
He's taken to wearing the necklace and keeping his trunk shrunk and on his person just in case the charm necklace and it's attached amulet activate without him. He wouldn't be able to stand it if he were left behind or lost his trunk. Especially now that he knows the new items that appear from time to time have been from his parents. He's counting on the amulet to help him return home. The various Addams estates have felt more like a home then the Dursleys house every did. Hadrian finally finishes receiving hugs and well wishes from various Addams family and clan members who came for the party.
Wednesday and Pugsley shock him by running in for one more last-minute hug once the front doors are shut. "Don't do anything stupid, like dying on us." Wednesday orders as she pulls back.
"You may be our cousin by blood but as far as we care you're our big brother." Pugsley tacks on.
"Precisely." Wednesday confirms before adding "So, train hard and become the best demigod you can."
"I will become the best demigod I can. I swear it on both my magic and by the river of Styx so mote it be." Hadrian vows while smiling in reassurance at his cousins, Wednesday and Pugsley, who he views as younger siblings as the glow of his magic settles around him. Wednesday offers a rare smile while Pugsley beams and slumps relived.
"That is all we can ask, my darling viper." Aunt Morticia says while she wipes her eyes with a black handkerchief.
"Remember Hadrian, old man, you may be of godly descent but you are an Addams, Sayre, and Drake by blood and heart as well." Uncle Gomez declares ending his speech with a pound to his heart while tears glisten in his hazel eyes. "You will always have a place in our home no matter what trouble finds you."
"I swear by the river of Styx, my magic, and my very lifeblood I will do my family and bloodline proud, so mote it be." Once his magic resettles Hadrian looks to his Aunt Rosemary and cousin Itt who were given leave by S.H.I.E.L.D. to see him off. Unfortunately, Uncle Fester is still AWOL. Hadrian knows in his heart and in his very magic that Uncle Fester would be here to see him off if he could.
Aunt Rose smiles fondly before sparing the awaiting family a consprical wink. At the same time, Cousin Itt hands him a gift-wrapped present. "Happy birthday, Hadrian!" Cousin Itt cheers.
"Thank you, but I thought I had opened all my going away party gifts," Hadrian says hesitantly. Inwardly he's worried he had offended someone by forgetting them.
"This one is a bit of a special case, little viper." Aunt Morticia says from her place in Uncle Gomez's arms.
"This is from your Mum and Dad but everyone in the family and clan pitched in to help make them." Aunt Rosemary says with a wistful smile. "After you were born your Mum and Dad made four weapons and three shields unique to you. They followed each of your birth pantheon's metalsmithing practices to make them. As far as we know there's no other like them in existence. They then gave it to your Aunt Morticia, Uncle Gomez and I. We were told to soak them in every poison, blood, and toxic substance we could find to strengthen the protections and castings." Aunt Rosemary says proudly before hesitantly admitting. "Now that I think about it, we may have gone a bit overboard."
"It couldn't be helped." Grandma Addams says forcefully and firmly. "The boy's going out into a world no Addams other then his parents have ever braved before. He needs all the protection we can offer him."
Hadrian hesitantly opens the bottomless box. He gasps when he pulls out a black leather-bound long-sword made from an unknown black metal. Using both hands and firming his grip Hadrian experimentally twirls the sword feeling for its weight. Now giddy he pulls out two throwing knives and a bow with a set of arrows they appear to be part of a matching set. "I don't recognize the metal," he says, at last, looking from Cousin Itt to Uncle Gomez confused. Uncle Gomez and Cousin Itt trained him to recognize most every metal on the planet and even a few from off-planet but still within Midgard's realm.
"Hecate and Loki call the metal 'Stygian Bone Steel'." Uncle Gomez says while smiling proudly around his cigar. "As far as we're aware it's the first of its kind. These weapons are the first to be made using Stygian Iron and Bone Steel forging practices."
"They're each charmed to return to you near instantly when lost." Aunt Ophelia pipes up from where she's toying with a plant growing out of her palm. "From what we know of the metalsmithing process for Stygian Iron and Bone Steel forging they should kill and absorb the life force of whatever you kill, unlike most other metals."
"Also being made from the strongest metals you will have a better chance at defeating your enemies." Aunt Morticia says before moving out of Uncle Gomez's hold to watch her sister grow the devil's snare vine from her palm.
"We soaked them in every poison, blood type, and toxin we could find like Hecate and Loki asked just in case the bastards survive." Granny Frump helpfully points out. "Now you be sure to behave yourself off at those demigod camps, you hear? I don't want to hear any nonsense about you becoming a God of something dreadful like sunshine and daisies or Gods forbid getting a big head and abandoning your duties in favor of something ridiculous like stopping to smell the flowers."
"Your Granny Frump is right, you know." Uncle Gomez says unusually solemn. "You'll have plenty of time for enjoying life when you're done with work. It's as the goblins have always said 'business before pleasure'. Take me for example. Your Uncle Gomez has always been the kind of guy who enjoys a good time but when I'm at work, I make sure to do my due diligence. I may have never won a case before the muggle courts but I have yet to lose one in the magical world." Uncle Gomez says proudly. "There is a method to everyone's madness and I am no exception."
"Just be sure to have fun while learning everything you can and you'll be fine." Aunt Rosemary says with a smile before pulling back. "Now I think we need to let him take this next step on his own."
"You're right Rose," Gomez says sadly while everyone takes a few steps back.
"I'll be back before school starts." Hadrian promises as he takes ahold of the amulet on his charm necklace from under his shirt and hesitantly says "Camp Half-Blood."
