This is a rewrite of Mortal's Might, my last rewrite for a while. I am trying my best to make the best product I can. This is a total rewrite, I am changing a lot people to make it entirely different.

For one he will no longer be tied to Percy at all...

I am drawing on Rowena and the Plum Sisters from Supernatural for this magic system I am making.


Shaking and hungry, Aaron hurried through the rain and up the sleek grassy hill of Halfblood Hill. His spell, the ritual he cast to find salvation, it had led him to this place. Like a magnetic pull in his chest, he hurried towards it with fervent, painful energy. As he reached the top of the hill, where a massive pine tree resided, he paused. "The air, it's filled with power... so much power."

He shivered, and lowered his gaze, the magic he most powerfully mastered was the ability to see through the layers of reality. He saw it there, an aura of light around the tree stretching upward in a purple light that cascaded in a dome-shaped barrier. Magical sigils were etched into the barrier, telling a tale of sacrifice and power, oozing love and a willingness to suffer. Even with his weak self taught magical training, he knew enough to know this, to sense it.

Taking a deep breath, cleansing and strong, he pushed into the barrier that pushed back against him, all the while praying. "I cast a prayer spell, begging to be led to my salvation. I was led here, so I am hoping that I am going to be allowed into this place..." There was no hesitation, the barrier rippled and he fell through, falling to his knees. A smile crossed his face. "Thank you, whoever led me through... thank you."

Standing tall, he hurried down the path towards the big house he saw through the darkened, rainy skies. He felt tremendous power filling the world, and he knew he had to be on his best behavior. He stumbled into the house, and was greeted with the sight of two men, one with thinning hair sitting in a wheelchair. The other, the source of the power he felt, looked hungover and dumpy with a red nose and nice curly black hair.

"Who are you, child?" The wheelchair-bound one asked. His aura told tales, and Aaron knew he was not human, but something far older and far more powerful.

Gulping, Aaron bowed. "My name is Aaron Mathews, I am but a mortal, a witch... and I ask for sanctuary."

There was silence, and then he heard a sigh. "Someone already granted you sanctuary here." He looked up, at the powerful being oozing magic. "Your little Salvation spell, by answering it you were granted temporary sanctuary here, to get your life together. I will give you two weeks... but until then, why not entertain us, tell us your tale?"

Shivering, more from the cold and wet clothes he was in, he gestured to his body. "I know it might be rude, but I would ruin the chair... can you...?"

The Powerful being sighed, before snapping his fingers. In an instant, Mathew was dressed in an orange T-shirt and jeans, his body entirely clean and dry. "That is on the house, but only this time... now, that story? Oh and my name is Mr. D, and this is Chiron. There, introductions are done."

Sitting in a chair next to Chiron, he sighed. "Where to start... well...I should say that I have been homeless for about six months, I ran from an abusive religious foster family. I refused to go back to my abusive family, so I decided to live on my own. Things were not going well, but after three months or so, something strange happened. I was waking from sleep when this thing appeared, A satyr I would later learn. He was praying over a girl, Melody... Melody was... well she was dead."

'What is he doing?' Aaron thought, looking at the thing. He saw, he swore, hooves and thick horns on the beast's head. He heard it chanting, the words unfamiliar but the intentions were clear. It was a prayer, soft and miserable. He stood, moving toward Melody and the beast, eyes filled with sadness as he realized his fellow child was dead. Her eyes were flat and empty, blood covered her side and pain filled her expression.

Melody had sworn that a woman with fangs and a donkey leg had attacked her but no one noticed it, he brushed her off, as they all had... no one had seen it but her. She was always telling tales of cyclopses and wild chicken women, they thought she needed meds, and yet...

'A Satyr... how is he real?'

Shaking his head, Aaron reached the girl just as the Satyr started to walk away, his prayer done... the creature scurried away, shaking with fear on it's face. It was terrified, he realized, terrified of something...

"Oh look, pray... how lucky am I?" A woman's voice shimmered through the air and Aaron quickly snatched up Melody's pocket knife, the silver knife she always had on her. It was her only gift from her mother. The voice's malice, hate, hunger... it told him to be careful. In a mere moment, he saw it, the source of the voice. A woman, with hunger in her eyes. "Hello, sweetling." She was tall and thickly built, beautiful beyond mortal means. "Care to entertain me?" She purred.

He took a step back, smelling roses and animals in a disgusting mixture, he felt nothing but nausea in his throat. "Stay back." He declared, terrified.

She laughed and rushed forward, moving with inhuman speed until she was almost at his face. "But I am so hungry, and you smell delicious. No one will miss you... now... sit still, dear!" She charged him them, her form shifting into one of demonic presence. Her hair was fire, her eyes a wild yellow, her leg one donkey, one bronze... she looked ripped and powerful. He froze, thinking his mind had snapped...

And yet the moment she reached him, a life time of strong survival instincts kicked in, he lashed out with his stolen pocket knife and rammed it home in her chest, right in her throat just as they started to fly into the wall. She gasped, unable to scream, eyes wide with fear and shock. She broke apart, into sand and smoke. Something fell from her as she fell into nothing, a small book the size of a leather journal...

Shaking, he collapsed to his butt and grabbed the book.

Under the cover of the night, he was safe. Curiosity broke him and he opened the book, the words were in English and they told tales of magic and the Mist and the Goddess Hecate. A lover of Mythology and magic, he read it all and, now knowing magic was real ( or he was insane) he held fast the knowledge it held.

"POLICE, HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!"

His mind went wild as he saw the lights, heard the sirens, and remembered he was next to a corpse. With all he had, he focused and cast his first spell, straight from the book, hoping it would work. The spell in question, A spell to command the Mist, the veil of magic that hid the world. The spell worked, like an anchor for those without experience or inherent power.

He turned to the Cop and uttered the Latin spell. "Congrega et larva mea praesentia!" His nose bled immediately, his head ached, and exhaustion overtook him but the spell worked and he watched as magic overtook the world and the cop's eyes glazed over. Knowing the spell would not last, Aaron stood and rushed away as fast as his weak body could limp...

Now fully aware that magic was real and he was on his way to becoming a sorcerer...

"... And that is what got me started. I practiced as much as I could after that. Stealing ingredients for spell bags, learning through focus and meditation to sense magic, to see through the Mist, to arm myself with knowledge and master the magic to the highest degree I could. It was only for three months... then I learned there was a warrant out for my arrest, they thought I killed Melody.

I needed help, so I cast a salvation spell, a prayer spell to invoke whatever god would grant me mercy and sanctuary, and it led me here, to Camp Halfblood with a pull on my heart and images in my dreams. It was the hardest spell I ever cast, I barely survived it's casting. That was three days ago and I am still weak and tired... so that is everything, you know it all."

They both looked at him, sadness in Chiron's eyes. "Melody was a Demigod, we train them to hear. She was the daughter of Melione, the Goddess of Ghosts. Some demigods grow wild, they reject their heritage and die on the streets. Brian, her Satyr tried to help her but she refused. I am sad to hear that you were present when she died. It was luck that the Empousa you killed was a fledgling, and was still learning magic, otherwise, you would never have found her grimoire or even killed her even with a blessed Silver knife." He held out his hand and Aaron handed the knife in question. "This is the only type of metal that you could have wielded that as a mortal, no other divine metal could be touched by a mortal, you were very lucky."

Aaron nodded, shivering. "So I can tell... so what now?"

"Now you rest, recover and then in the morning, you begin seeking out a patron, to allow you a permanent residence here at this camp. Follow me into your room, and as we go tell me what you are capable of mystically."

He followed the man towards the back of the Big House, reciting his mystical skills. "The grimoire focused on metacognition and divination, as well as ward and healing. It was a survival guide. I learned to see through the Mist, to sense the presence and auras of others first and foremost. Then it focused on Warding and healing, to create safe spaces with the Mist or spelled objects like spell bags. It also had healing creams and such. There were also spells to start firsts, to move things mentally, to scry... basic magic but also a survival guide. Since I am mortal, I struggle to control the Mist without a verbal spell or spell bag. I know like two dozen minor spells, I have a great memory."

The man nodded, pleased, and handed back the knife just as they stopped by a room. "Then you are well equipped to survive the world, hopefully we can help you more. Now rest, and I will see you in the morning. Goodnight and welcome, I just wish I was for a less tragic turn of events..."

"Agreed."

Nodding to the man, Aaron placed his hands on the doorway just as he left, casting a weak ward just in case. " Erecti me!" He uttered and the magic settled into the wood. It would alert him if anyone came near, it had served him well over the last three months.

He settled into the bed then, and almost instantly fell asleep, too much magic and a life on the run kicking his ass and knocking him out before he could fight it at all...


Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.

This was a joy to write.

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.