I am bringing a character from my Og Mika/Percy Jackson story... one I really liked and wished I could have kept when I deleted the story those years ago.

Spells are translated in the AN at the bottom... and I love the ritualistic feel of his magic for now. Keeps him from being OP but also makes his powers diverse.

Aaron only left Central Garden once over the next few hours, to collect the food he needed to lure out the Undead monsters of the Underworld. Oh and to get a shovel! With his new supplies, he sat and waited, pretending to have a dandy picnic well past sundown, a time when everyone else left. It was only then that he could act, and boy did he act. To his gratitude, the natural doorway to the Underworld meant that the Mist was stronger as the doorway strengthened which happened the moment the Moon entered the sky. He could feel it, the world twisting and warping, causing thin headache to form as his mind tried to keep the two worlds separate in his mind. A lovely side effect of not being naturally clear sighted, thankfully Agnes could see through the veil easily and her mere presence started to ease the tension in his mind slowly. Since it was naturally occurring, he didn't not have to even manipulate it, not that he could do that yet, and would only thicken when the door opened. Mortals would naturally be repelled by it's power, a fact that he was deeply grateful for.

The moment midnight struck, he rose from his spot on the ground and moved towards the door, with shovel in hand. With precision he rammed the thing home, right in front of the doorway, and started to dig, It took longer then he'd like, but eventually a nice round hole was set about a foot or so deep. Into this hole he dumped his food and drink, a two six packs of Pepsi and a few cartons on Little Debbie's. Once the hole was filled, he pricked his finger and added a few droplets of his blood, to his annoyance. Then, to top it off, he circled the entire hole in salt.

From there he stepped back and called upon his connection to the earth, feeling the might of of it's warm bounty fill him. Only when he was brimming with power did he start to chant.

Then, with a spell taught to him by Agnes but channeled not through her power but that of the Earth, he cast his summons.

"Amplecti tenebris suos illos vocant opaca viventium. Wide mittite, et cognoscetis eos in loco hoc ... "

The power fled his body all at once, leaving him tired and breathless, fueling the spell itself. The salt erupted into flames, the soda cake mixture boiling. He stepped back and watched as a wind gathered the scents and smoke and rippled outward.

"That was hard... the hardest spell I ever cast on my own." And it was true, no spell he ever cast had stretched him to his limits... well besides the disruption spell with Grover but he had help then so it didn't count. Shivering from the sudden cold that came with a loss of power, he turned his attention to the doorway. The, with some embarrassment, he started to whistle. It wasn't anything special, but it was a jaunty tune he heard the Satyrs playing when they worked in the Strawberry fields. He had no idea what it did, but he liked the sound.

At first nothing really happened, the magic in the air stayed the same. A rush of disappointment washed through him just in time for everything to change. The Mist thickened, a crack opened in the rocks and the power between him and the Dead tripled in strength to the point that their cold might made his breathe visible. Frost gathered around his feet and he started to shiver, the cold power filling him like never before. He knew that he had to move, less the connection become too strong.

Hurrying into a tree, he pulled out a bow and started to wait. Wait for... something, anything, to cross his path so he could kill it and harvest it's bones.

With some regret he realized that he only knew of two Underworld Monsters. Furies and Hellhounds... what else were there? So he asked Agnes, hoping for more knowledge.

She laughed at him. "Oh, there are quite a few... and some aren't really monsters like Eidolons. All Monsters beyond those tied to a God or the Ocean or Earth are tied to the Underworld. Drakons for example, Giants of some variety... anything that goes to Tartarus when it dies will count. But for your talisman you need something born of the Underworld, so that includes only a rare few. One of the worst is the Eurynomos, a Damion that consumes the flesh of the dead and neardead. There are the Empousa, spirits born of Hecate's magic, animal and bronze to create terribly powerful monsters that consume the blood of boys and men. There are a great many beasts of the Underworld... you'll just have to see what happens to come about from your bait."

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Restless and uneasy, Percy shifted from his bed. His muscles ached but he wasn't sick, it was like they wanted to move. To do ... something, he just wasn't sure what. Every part of him screamed to be active and so he got out of bed and started to stretch. That was when the pull started, it started in his chest and moved like a magnet yanking on his heart. Then he started to smell something, like life and happiness and everything good.

He couldn't resist..

"What the heck is that?" He asked no one as he started to get dressed, his hands shaking as he resisted the urge to follow the scent and tug on his chest. He knew it was magic of some kind, probably from a god or something, he was almost used to that by now. Those weird feelings he felt from time to time, he had learned to trust them and react to it. " I can't let whatever this is hurt my mom." He reasoned and so he hurried out of the house, Riptide in pocket.

After leaving a note of course, just in case she woke up before he was back.

The moment he stepped outside, the pull tripled in strength, leaving him breathless and in pain. He had to obey it, whatever it was.

And so, mindlessly obeying the painful pull, he shot away, hurrying towards the pull as fast as he could.

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For an hour, nothing happened, leaving Aaron shivering in the trees with his legs going just a little numb. It was only when the clock struck one that things started to change, for one a thick natural mist started to join the mystical Mist, a sign of the Dead rising. He felt the Spirits of the Dead arriving, searching for the mystical call he had cast, following the path the natural door allowed and searching for the sealed off offering. The salt, being of a the Earth, would prevent any ghosts from drinking off the offering and gaining physicality... he hoped.

Minutes later, through the mist, he saw a few shadows moving towards the offer. He readied his bow, aiming at the shadows, just waiting for them to cross into the clearing. His breath was still visible, his hands shaking ever so slightly from the biting cold that penetrated the cold resistant hoodie he was wearing. He had still his hands as best he could, so his shots would land somewhere on the beasts in question.

Eventually two of them entered his visions and he gulped, the first was a Cyclopes or some such giant with pitch black hair. They were on the smaller side for a giant but still much larger then average, he did not aim towards them though since their bones would be of no help. He turned to the second, which ended up being a hellhound, the size of a tank with a nasty look on it's face. Nerves instantly filled his every cell, making the shaking more then just from the cold.

Ghosts started to leak into the clearing as well, adding to the scene, making it all the more literally haunting. He had trouble seeing as the regular mist thickened, but he couldn't risk a spell to clear it. Cursing internally, he turned his arrow towards the Cyclops when he noticed something... startling.

The damn thing was a girl and she was crying, big soggy tears cascading down her face. " Who is calling Meggy, why so cold?" She asked, her tone soft and girlish though a touch deeper then what would be expected for a little girl. He realized then, to his shame, that he had caught a small child or the Cyclops equivalent of one. He wanted, needed, to help her, but before he could the Hellhound launched at her and she screamed, "NO! BAD DOGGIE!" She as she collapsed under it's weight.

Impulse too strong, he unleashed an arrow that shot out at blinding speeds, piercing the Hellhound's tough skin, making it shriek and roll off of the terrified girl. blood spraying from it's face and claws as it did so. It was the girl's blood...

Throwing himself off of the tree, he summoned his blade and shield and ran towards her. Drawing on the Earth quickly, he pushed out with his power, no real spell said just a surge of sheer power that did the equivalent of punching the hell hound in the face. The thing turned to him, growling low before blasting towards him at incredible speeds, Speeds he could barely keep up with, rolling to the side just as it reached him.

The moment he was upright, he blocked a swipe with his shield that left his arm numb. With his other hand he slashed out, carving a bloody path in the beast's front leg. It shrieked at him before swiping again, then chomping on his shield and ripping it off, twisting his arm painfully in the process. He cursed, ignoring the throbbing agony that was his elbow and wrist. He felt them swelling up and knew he was losing this fight.

The beast surged forward the moment it tossed his shield, slamming it's face into his chest, knocking him over and the wind out of him. The hoodie helped, naturally, but only barely with this creature's intense strength. He gasped as the thing slammed back onto his chest, spittle and hate spewing with it's rank breathe onto his face.

He was going to die... He was going to join the Spirits of Asphodel...

He was doomed...

And then someone screamed. "BAD DOGGIE!" The Hellhound was torn from his body and tossed away, rolling on the ground a few dozen times until it slammed into the entrance of Hades. Aaron struggled to stand and see his savior, only to panic a little when he saw a beautiful brown eye looking at him with tears streaming from it. "Are you okay, nice boy?" Her voice, he realized, was sort of singsongy like a toddlers. "Meggy asked Nice boy a question, is he okay?"

"Um, I'm alive... I think." He coughed, ignoring the pain in his lungs. "We need to kill the beast... and then we can run to safety. Okay, Meggy?" He leaned... well, up. cause she was a lot taller then him.

She had a pretty smile, with nice even white teeth. "We'll beat the bad Doggy! Then... can... can Meggy have some of that food?" her stomach let out a horrible sound, like she hadn't eaten in months. She blushed a pretty blush that barely showed past her dark skin. "If that's okay with you, Nice boy."

A loud howl pierced the night, reminding them they were not alone. He cursed again, this time internally. "Tell you what, kill it with me and I'll get you all the food your cute face can eat."

Her eye widened. " Really?"

"Yup, now let's fight."

With odd synchrony, they moved as one towards the angry beast. Meggy, with her strong strides, reached the beast first, slamming into harshly, making it whimper as her body collided against it's battered body. It tried to buck her off but she held firm around it's neck, squeezing tightly. He reached it only a few seconds later, moving past her to take his blade and slice down it's side, leaving a bloody swath. It whimpered and doubled it'd bucking, making Meggy gasp and struggle to hold on. Seeing this, Aaron twisted his blade and grabbed it with both hands, even the swollen one, and charged with all he had. His blade hit home instantly, driving through it's gaping wound and piercing it's internal organs. The beast let out a loud wail before it collapsed, but did not dissolve just yet as his blade was not made of magical metals, only enchanted ones. It would hold for a few moments at the least.

"Lord Hades, I beseech you, accept this slain offering and grant to me the bones I need to craft my Talisman." Grabbing his sword, he yanked it as hard as he could sideways, slicing through countless organs and finally reaching the beast's neck. It shuddered for a moment, it's blood spewing forth like a tidal way that soaked his front.
"Please don't be fur, please don't be fur, I can't handle another fight...ugh."

Yanking the sword out of the beast, causing another flood of blood that soaked the ground, he fell to his knees as the weight of the singular battle overtook him. A few months of training had given him the power to kill a hellhound, something few could say. If nothing else, this would be a source of pride for him.

But he was there for more then pride, he was on a mission for something specific and he would get it... he hoped.

Meggy, the beautiful Cyclops, pulled away from the beast and looked at him curiously but before she could say a word, the hellhound melted away until it revealed... a Skeleton! Beautifully preserved except for the ribs, which he had sliced through. Joy filled Aaron, who quickly pulled out a note that would deliver the Skeleton to camp, and placed the thing on the skeleton. In a swirl of wind, the thing vanished entirely, leaving Aaron alone with Meggy... and the spirits of the dead, lingering in the Mist but unable to touch the offering that lured them in... and the creatures hiding in the mist, not dumb enough to attack a Cyclops.

"That was amazing, thank you Meggy... is that a nickname for anything? Like Megaera or Megatron or Megan... "

She shrugged. "Meggy's not sure, Mommy threw me away when I was born. Meggy named herself when someone called them that on street where I landed."

"Thrown.. you... who's your mother?"

"Mommy's name was Aphrodite, my other Mommy was an Ocean Nymph named Mel. She didn't love Meggy either..." She looked ready to cry at that, so much so that Aaron pulled her sweet face into a hug.

"Well their wrong, I love you Meggy. You saved my life and that makes you my friend now... " He meant it too, no child should be abandoned and that meant he had to take care of her. That just had to happen.

Meggy sniffled and buried herself into his chest. "Really?"

"Yes and you are coming with me to Camp. I am sure you would be welcome by some, when they hear how you saved my ass and got more bones for Camp to work with. But be warned, at first they might not like you since your a monster. I will always be your friend though, okay Meggy?"

She nodded. "That would be better then living in a dumpster." It was about then that Aaron noticed that, despite her torn blue dress ( that he was now realizing was stained with gods knew what) and mismatched shoes, she actually smelled really, really good. Like cinnamon and sugar, it was oddly comforting and probably a product of her mother's blood.

" I need you to make an oath though, that your not an evil monster. Swear on the River Styx, that way no one can deny it." And so she did, causing the sky to rumble, easing his worries considerably. "Good and I swear on the River Styx to take care of you, since clearly your parents can't be bothered." He knew he shouldn't have sworn the oath so willingly, especially after just meeting her,.. but looking at Meggy with her warn brown eye and deep seated innocence all wrapped in pain and shivering... he just couldn't stop himself. Someone has to take care of her, and he would just have to be the guy to do it.

"Umm... So, what's your name?"

Realizing he never said it, Aaron laughed. " Aaron Mathews, at your service, kiddo. How old are you?"

"Three moons old. I was born on a full moon, I remember seeing it when I feel from the Mountain."

Hate boiled in him at that notion, that anyone would toss a child down a freaking mountain. Still he hid his hate. "Well, let's get cleaned up. I know a place nearby where we should be welcome and -"

"Aaron?" A sudden voice drew his and Meggy's attention, both falling into battle stations... only for Aaron to lift when he saw Percy Jackson, the person he was just talking about, standing next to him with sword draw. " That's a Cylcops, run!"

"I know, her name is Meggy and I just sort of adopted her. She even swore on Styx she's good and all. Meet you new little Sister, Percy. Meggy, met your big Brother Percy, my Stepbrother. Hey, Percy, can we go to your house to get cleaned up and sleep...oh and how did you find us here?"

Blinking out of shock, Percy nodded. " Why adopt her and... um sure... and... I felt a pull on my chest and my muscles were all sore like I had to move until I got here."

"Oh that would be my spell, I cast a summoning spell for Underworld monsters so I could gather their remains... guess since your dad is still a Chthonic deity you felt the pull... anyway we need to leave, this place is surrounded by monsters and will be until dawn. They won't hurt us together, but we need to leave... now." He ignored a surge of pain that washed through him, from his fight with the beast. Everything sort of hurt...

And he was exhausted now that his adrenaline and magic had faded, leaving him close to passing out.

Meggy, sweet girl she was, used her considerable strength to help him to stand.

"Alright, let's get home and hope my mom doesn't freak with all that blood on you."

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

This was beyond fun to write, I love this freaking story.

Embrace the dark winds, call to them those that live in the dark realm. Cast the net wide, let them know this place...

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.