Why a year? Demigods have so many advantages, I need a reasonable amount of time to give my oc a fighting chance...
One week later
"Incendia." Rowan muttered, and fire danced upon his palms, gloriously brightening the air around him. It was nighttime, and he was cold despite it being summer. It had rained too, earlier that day. Still, he was happy. He had magic, and that was everything. Tossing the fire onto the pile of sicks before him, he created a nice campfire to live by. Sighing at the warmth it brought, he smiled.
He was no longer miserable and afraid, he had managed to use the Movere Cor spell to acquire, technically through theft, a big backpack, camping supplies, a pocket knife, a tent that could collapse, and some magical supplies... oh and a ice chest of food. He was content, happy to have food and a means to survive. He even had new, clean clothes! Now he only had on more worry, that was protecting his stuff...
Which led him to his next project, casting a ward. His first ward...
"Okay, I just need to create a binding agent..."
He grabbed a bowl, ready for this, adding sage, mountain ash, salt and a few drops of his blood thanks to the pocket knife. Mixing it together, he cast a large circle of salt and painted on trees and the ground various sigils from his book. With that done, he stood by the fire and offered a poptart into the fire. Then, with hands raised to the moonless sky, he cast his first ward!
Starting with a prayer.
"Oh mighty Hecate, bless this space, make it sacred! I offer this weak sacrifice, of food that sustains me, and my promise for more!" Clapping his hands together, he chanted the spell. "Hoc spatium serva, magicumque cruorem benedicite. Hac illuni nocte, potens Hecate, subvenite prolis! Circulum ne transeat malum, ab indicio tutus sit, me securum et liberum!" There was a rush, he fell to his knees as a ripple of what looked like heat exploded from his body. The sigils burned a bright purple, before a barrier of purple energy washed over the land.
Head spinning, he struggled to move, crawl really, to the bench he stole, and grabbed some food and drink. After eating something grounding, he looked up. " Thank you, Hecate... I know this spell will only last a month. I just want to ready myself over the next month, in magic and life, so that I can take care of myself mroe easily... I am starting to see through the Mist the book mentions. I saw a man with horns on his head, he was a bus driver. I saw a lady with a bronze leg... I could feel cold around a horse, and it evaporated into cold mist when it moved away. I know I need to be prepared... I won't waste my time, my warning. I think I am going to use my magic to get into a combat studio, get some means to protect myself without magic. I refuse to be helpless anymore.. that lady, she saved me, without knowing it, I won't waste my chance."
He would end up falling asleep after an hour of chilling, reading and relaxing...
""
"What an invested mortal." Hecate muttered, looking down at the sleeping Rowan. "So much dedication to the craft after just discovering it." She could not help but smile, it was always nice to have her art appreciated. "He is either going to be great or nothing at all. Daphne made the right choice, that much is clear."
And so she decided to watch the boy for as long as he proved to be interesting.
"Maybe I should make him my priest... that might open some interesting doors..."
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Practicing magic magic was fun for Rowan. He quickly found it required focus and effort, and a strong mind and body. Every day he started with a long jog, followed by a light workout he found in a book at a local library he stole. After eating, he worked on levitating rocks and leaves with a spell, banishing them with the Abi spell, and placing with the fire in his campfire with various fire spells. He spent at least ten minutes fiddling with a pain relief spell to alleviate his body from the stress of exercise.
He focused on the order the book taught him, with the spells and incantations and lessons it had. Each lesosn had a purpose, from the stories on herbs and their value, to the warnings on necromancy, to the tales of the consquences using too much energy. Each practical lesson was designed to show him how to weild magic safely, to focus his mind and body, to never overextend himself and to always be aware. He learned to get a feel for his lifeforce and the strain of his mind as he pushed on magic.
He was making serious progress and by the first months end, he was able to, by sheer will, move small things with his mind, start fires, see through the Mist fully and sense energy. He was not major force, and he wasn't sure he would be, but he was making progress... and so it was time to go... and so he did.
Moving onward into the world, deciding the next place to go was New York City, a place where he could hide, use his powers and find the peace and power he so sought.
Or, so was the hope.
In either case, it was a place to start.
Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.
This was a joy to write.
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.