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"An impressive blade." D'Anthony hated to admit it but seeing the craftsmanship of the mortal blades Aaron had ordered stirred inside him a lot of respect for the mortal interloper. The blade, the first of two dozen to be crafted, radiated soft mystical energy and was decorated with runes. He knew, instinctively, that the blades would and could hurt him when given the chance. They lacked the lustrous divine shine of Celestial metals, like Celestial Bronze or Imperial Gold, but the mortal essence of it was still potent. "How many of these will be made, what are the limitations, what are the issues seen with it's creation?"
Mabel, the Daughter of Vulcan and the Head craftsman, sighed. "It is actually really simple to make, maybe too simple. I can make more than a thousand by the end of the month, well me and my fellow crafters. I will need to have Aaron help with some of these if we want to bolster them. They aren't as strong as Celestial metals, and they won't explode like Imperial Gold, but they are strong and useful in battle. They are less resistant to harm by any means, but they are sharp enough to do what they need to. I know that's vague, but we have to see them used in battle to get a better view of them."
Lenore, who was standing by looking paler than normal, let out a long sigh. " The magic isn't very complicated, but it takes a smith and a witch to cast it. We are working on a way to add blood into the metal, divine blood, to bolster the magic, but we can't find a viable way to let mortal metals bear the weight of divine blood. It just rejects it.: She shrugged, and he realized how tired she and Mable were. They looked as if they hadn't slept in a week, which was probably close to true.
"You girls did well. Your service for Rome will not be forgott-"
"AARON!" They all turned, looking at the source of that raucous bellow that filled the air. It was Octavian, descending from the Temple of Jupiter, his eyes almost red with hate and rage. His skin purpling with the power of his fury. Even D'Anthony had no desire to step between Octavian and Aaron, whom he was clearly angry at for one reason or another. "Come out you coward, face me!"
"What the hell?" Lenore whispered. "His aura is all wrong, it's twisted and dull... I can barely feel any divinity in him."
D'Anthony turned to her, a question in his eyes. "Explain!"
"It's like I said, I can't feel his divinity much anymore. It was never strong but now it's barely there. He seems almost mortal now."
Realizing something was wrong, D'Anthony charged towards Octavian as he descended the stairs. "Octavian, you shame yourself. There is no reason to be bellowing like an animal."
"The power is gone, all of it." Octavian snarled, his eyes wild and feral. "Lord Apollo's power, the gift of prophecy has vanished from me. He was punished, his power restricted from us." D'Anthony went to say something, anything, but before he could the ignorant boy shoved him away and grabbed his new iron blade. Then, with rage and purpose that could not be died, charged towards something only he saw. "AARON, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"
From his stunned place on the ground, D'Anthony turned and saw a stunned, tired-looking Aaron walking towards them. D'Anthony realized why immediately, he felt the spell on the Maze's entrance earlier. For Aaron, it must have been so much harder. The boy looked almost dead on his feet, ready for a nap.
In fact, he was so stunned and drained, the poor mortal barely had time to even raise his blade and attempt to block Octavian's slash. A spurt of blood, a scream, and a cosmic explosion of magic made it clear he failed. Octavian was blasted backwards on a wave of Aaron's intense power, his head slammed into the stairs, knocking him outcold just as Aaron collapsed, blood spilling out from the stump where his arm had once been.
Then it stopped as silvery magic, Aaron's magic, the color of moonlight exploded around the wound sealing it shut, cauterizing the wound automatically. An instinctual act of magic that would, if D'Anthony was right, doom the boy to genuinely losing his right arm permanently.
Hoping to his feet, he rushed to the boy and picked him up alongside his severed arm, regretting every ounce of dislike he had for him. He realized in that moment, he had been no better than the made Octavian, driven to hate the boy out of no more than jealousy and spite. He felt every ounce of the fool he was. Still, that only motivated him to all but sprint to the Temple of Apollo where the Healers lived. He felt Lenore approaching from behind, the simple witch's magic would be a useful tool if nothing else.
'Mother Venus, please let me not be too late.'
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Waking up in a beautiful spring filled glen was something Aaron did not expect after having his arm cut off. Looking around, he was amazed by the beautiful green grass and countless manicured bushes that exploded with flowers of all colors. He was in a gazebo, sitting on a bench of stone, in the center of what he figured was some park. A beautiful park.
"It is a hidden park, a sanctuary of Spring I created when we came to America."
Jumping, Aaron turned to the source of that voice. A beautiful, kind voice that was clearly feminine. Something that matched the person it came from, a stunning blonde-haired woman with eyes the color of the sky. She oozed power as great as Apollo's, if not greater. She was radiant in her perfection, stunning without effort even in her simple cashmere blouse and jeans. Her power tasted of death and the earth, she smelled of earthworms and roses.
"Lady Proserpina!" He bowed low, not wanting to be turned into a dandelion
She laughed, an utterly delightful sound. "Persephone, dear. Your dating my husband, there is no need to be overly formal." He cringed, trying to stay low but that only made her laugh harder. "I know he told you that I approved, and I do dear. You are kind, powerful, strong, and loyal. You will not take my place in his heart, you don't expect to. You know well enough to merely enjoy his presence while you can. That is enough for me. Besides, I still owe you for that wonderful Shrine you made for me in Camp Halfblood. In part, this is why I have summoned your essence here. I figured that I at least owed you relief from losing a limb, a sensation I am told is utter agony."
Nodding, he offered her a warm smile. "I wish I wasn't so drained from casting that spell over the Maze's entrance. Even with the draught I took, I was too drained to really focus enough to defend myself. I am not used to not having my enchanted hoodie on. That would have blocked enough of the blade to keep me safe."
She nodded. "It would have, but you cannot be blamed for that, your hands have been beyond filled." She frowned. "I sense you are close to an answer... I cannot keep your essence here long it is not good for mortals even witches to be separated from their bodies for so long, so I will tell you the deal I made with my husband. If you are still with him when you are adult, and the war has passed, I would like for you to raise a Demigod child for me."
Stunned, Aaron could barely form any words. Still, he managed to get out. "Why?"
"I have long since wanted a demigod but never had the desire to be with a mortal besides Adonis. I am curious to see what powers my child will manifest, I want the power that comes with that worship and I miss being a mother. It is a mix of things really. As for why you, well I know you would raise the child well and with love. Simple as that. I have seen countless Demigod souls, you would not believe how many issues come from the gods' poor parenting," Her eyes were filled with compassion he realized was rare among the gods. "I am not always the kindest goddess, but I do care for my subjects. I would not allow my child to suffer like so many others have. You would be a fantastic parent I believe. But you have years before you make that choice... now, I will allow you to sleep and rest. Know you go with my blessing, for you like the beauty of Spring, nourishes all you touch."
She kissed his forehead, and before he knew it, Aaron fell back into the realms of Morpheus.
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The sound of Alex chattering was the first sign that Aaron was awake. He turned to the source, opening his eyes to get a faceful of the beautiful Lars. The boy was crying ghostly tears, looking utterly miserable. "Your awake!"
Nodding, Aaron tried to stand, only realize he could not feel his hand. There were no phantom pains present, but something moved like had a hand. Looking down, he saw what seemed to be an ivory prosthetic in the place of his old hand. It was lovingly carved and basically looked like his old hand just solid white. "Who made this?"
"Mabel did." He turned to the source of the sound, D'Anthony, who looked tired and sorrowful. "Your service to New Rome has been almost without equal. We could not deny you the means to be able to continue to serve your people." He sighed and sat at the edge of Aaron's bed. "I am sorry to say that for a while I thought little of you, I wanted you gone. Seeing what evil Octavian wrought, it made it clear to me that I was being a fool. I hope you can forgive me for my pointless foolishness."
"Seeing as you didn't do anything, I can't say no... but why did he attack me?" A sense of panic was rushing into Aaron's chest, he just lost a freaking arm! He was not okay...
"Apollo was punished for some reason, it stripped him of his Prophetic powers. He blamed you, for reasons that are unclear to me."
Aaron sighed. "Apollo tried to curse me, was banished by Pluto, and then punished for it by Juno. Pluto told me, I never knew what his punishment was."
"Why'd he try to curse you?"
" I wouldn't date him."
"Ah... that... is petty." D'Anthony sighed once more. "You have been unconscious for three days. Your magic flare almost killed you, sealing your wounds while so tired was a near-fatal experience. I would rest up some more... I wish you well. Oh, before I go, you are now a full Augur. Octavian's trial will be in three days. Be there, it will be... interesting. Alex, come with me, he needs his rest. "With that, the regal D'Anthony left the Temple of Apollo, looking very, very tired indeed.
Leaving Aaron to fully have his first panic attack all alone as the memory of losing his arm replay over and over again.
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