If you know who Medea from Greek mythology, she inspired this. Also Constantine inspired this, how he got his powers only this goes in via a different diety and in a very different direction. Also sort of inspired by Willow from Buffy.

If I fail here, this is my last Arrow story ever... for a while. I am tired of trying it... and failing so bad.


Exactly one year before Oliver returns

My name is Priam Smith and this is a temporary diary of my life and the changes therein. I started out moderately well off, my mom was my sole parent and she made good money working for the Queen Steel Factory. Then, a few years back the Queen's closed the company and mom lost everything, even her insurance. She turned to drugs to deal and things got really, really bad... Mom started to hate me, I am not entirely sure why, but she did. Calling me all sorts of nasty names and hitting me, one day she O"D and I was left in the system for about six months...

It was about that time that I got really into the occult. I mean I always loved magic, fantasy and mythology but the occult called to me. I never believed in it, not really, but I was curious as to find out why others did buy into it... so I bought books on the subject with my allowance. My awful, overly religious Foster parents kicked me out for it at the day of my seventeenth birthday which was when I was adopted by an unexpected person.

MOIRA QUEEN!

Yeah, that Moira Queen, the one who owned the Steel Factory I mentioned before. She said that she knew my mom, they used to be friends, so when she found out that I was alone and kicked out by my foster parents she felt obligated to take me in. Odd, suspicious and weird but hey I will not say no to money, happiness, and power. I suspect the death of her son and husband played a part. Maybe she gained a consciousness her and her husband lacked before. Who knew?

Anyway, it was now that I was able to fulfill my desires and try out the magic in my occult books. I just wanted to see what the point was. I picked a pagan blessing, one for Hecate my favorite diety. I loved witches, choices, and magic so really she was a perfect choice. Today was the new moon, I had the ingredients and I could not wait to get started...

I will be burning this temporary journal to the goddess, like a prayer, if she is real hopefully she will manifest and bless me with something... I am hoping magic. My goal in life is to better the world. You need power to do that, so really magic would be a perfect way. Just saying...

Satisfied with his note, Priam grabbed a pocket knife and pricked his finger, dripping it into the wine chalice he had procured. He lit up a candle and smudged his room with sage and lavender, two things from Native American magics but hey she was the goddess of magic so he hoped she would and could appreciate all magic. Swirling the bloody wine, he placed it down, burned the nose, and uttered the prayer. It was in Latin, which he hoped she was okay with.

'Dea magicae, accipe munus meum. Ad te obtestor et obtestor a te magicam ac occasionem ut mundum meliorem efficiat locum. Quaeso, adiuva me ac vicissim tibi etiam serviam. Manus mea in te, ambulans per viam quam eligimus!'

For the briefest moment, nothing happened. He sighed. "Well that was a waste of time."

"Was it though?" He jumped, turning to face the feminine voice behind him. Standing there was a woman, stunning in her beauty, she had green eyes, inky black hair and dead white skin. She was like a statue made flesh. She was also dressed in a black pantsuit. "Hello, Priam."

He gulped, shaking at the raw power in her voice, power that scrapped against his skin like raw heat. "Hecate?"

She laughed, loudly. "Yes, that would be me. You did summon me."

"I guess I did... so...what now?"

She laughed. "Now I give you what you asked for, and you give me what I asked for. You serve me and I serve you."

"You mean I get magic!" He asked, his tone shifting to a higher pitch.

She laughed some more. "Yes, my son, yes." She held her hand out, and in a swirl of shadow formed a stunning necklace. Two torches crossing each other. " This talisman will empower you, grant you magic until you no longer need it. Magic needs power, this grants you that, but as you grow you will learn to channel power without it. You lack the spark to tap into power without help. Use this training wheel until you are good enough my sweet." She handed him the talisman, which he just held.

"What do you get out of this, I mean besides a servant?"

She sighed. "I am not forgotten, the pagan gods are fading and you keep me alive longer. That is all..."

Nodding, hesitantly, he placed the talisman over his head, shuddering when it touched his skin. "So what can I do now?"

She smiled. " Not much, your body and soul are not adapted to magic. The talisman pulls on your residual lifeforce to create a small pool of magic for you to use. It is not much at this point but soon enough it will be. To grow, use your books and place with the internet. Remember, magic is a matter of will and focus, and power. Be creative. Start with verbal focus, spells and the such until you can do minor feats of magic without it."

He beamed. "Thank you... Hecate... thank you."

She nodded, her eyes weary. "It has been far too long since someone earnestly called on me... thank you for that, child... now I must go. Remember to offer and call on me when you are in need and never forget your oath to me, my son."

She vanished then, in a swirl of shadow, leaving with nothing but his books, his talisman and the ritualistic set up he had to clean up. Shaking, he grabbed the talisman and focused on the surge that went through him. Holding out his hand, he looked to a book and said. " Movere!" He focused really, really hard, and before he knew it that very book flew across the room, which made him tired but very, very pleased. "Goddess this is awesome... time to study and really, really get going with this."

And so, despite it being in the middle of the night, he dived into his books, reading as much as he could, finally aware that magic was real, the gods were a thing and he finally had a path to bettering the world.

Why the hell would he waste that?


Goddess of magic, accept my offering. I call to thee and beseech from thee magic and the chance to make the world a better place. Please, Help me and in return I will serve you as well. My hand in yours, walking down the path we choose!

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

This was a blast to write.

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.