A Month Later

A Month passed before Aaron knew it. Using his newly gained skills and ever growing body ( especially as he did in fact join a judo class after that near fatal night), he found himself charming himself a space to live. He wanted to get an apartment, but the magic was too advanced to layer such mind control long term. However, turning an abandoned building into a nice, comfortable, safe place to stay was easier. All he had to do was bury special spell bags, infused with magic of the full moon and his own blood, into various corners. He also wrote special spells on the wall, spells that would ward off the cold, monsters and keep him safe overall.

It was in here that he dedicated himself to the craft, without reservation.

He spent two hours working out, to ensure he was in good shape and able to fight if at all possible, but the rest of the time he was working on magic. Levitating rocks, picking locks, starting fires, healing his own injuries and more. Spell bags were his favorite part of magic, as they could help store magic for more powerful spells than he could cast on his own AND anchor them in place. He kept them in a satchel he lived with at all times, along with his spell book and three spelled knives for one shot attacks. He also made magical mace. Due to his unfortunate mortalness, he could not cast big spells quickly so these were vital to his safety and security.

He took up stitching, with the help of library books, to repair his clothes and to add wards to his clothes and bag. After countless experiments and a pint of blood, he had a hoodie that could take quite a bit of damage, clean itself and heal from damage. It was only after his second month as a witch that he managed that piece of magic, and even then he was constantly adjusting, improving and just working through everything to achieve better results.

He got good enough, through practice, to flash out an Abi at a moments notice, practicing it on rocks and trashcans and an unruly drunken man on the street. He could charm people with the Mover Cor spell without getting really tired by about the third month. He could heal most bruises and cuts by about the same time.

Overall he was pretty happy with all he had accomplished... the book, once filled with wonder, became smaller and smaller, and soon he really could not use it for more than a reference point. That was pretty awesome. He was something more than human, and that was everything.

Before he knew it, the Summer Solstice had arrived, a whole six months since becoming a sorcerer and he wanted to celebrate.

He walked into Central park, and started a small fire in a BBQ grill he found. Tossing in spell ingredients including salt, olives, sages and two pigeon feathers, Aaron reaching out with his soul and pushed his magic outward.

"This is not a prayer, this is a thank you... to you, Lady Hera... for guiding me, for guarding me, for giving me all I need to find my own power. I am on a path to greatness and for that you hold my eternal thanks." He bowed low and made two more offerings. The first was a large steak dinner he bought for his purpose. Tossing that into the fire, he also cut his palm, throwing in several drops of blood. "This is my thank you, my acceptance as your Champion and my beseeching you for more knowledge. I realize now that the book you gave was for beginners, but now... now I need more, if I am to be more, I need help. So please, help me be more."

The flames, to his shock, exploded into unnatural heights, before turning a golden color, like that of sunset before a wave of power washed through the world... and Hera appeared, standing tall in a white gown that shimmered with rainbow flecks. Her hair was silver, pulled into a Amazonian sort of knot. A silver crown lay on her head, ornate and shapped like countless willow branches. Her eyes, a deep shimmery brown, looked at him with unending love and warmth.

"I have watched you, Dear Aaron, for six months. Every moment you prove yourself more and more worthy of my gifts, of being tied to me. I am most pleased. I would like to reveal you, to my people, to those I care for as the Queen of the Gods. Go from there, to Camp Halfblood on Halfblood hill."

She handed him a card, with it an address.

Half-Blood Hill

Long Island, New York

(800)009-0009

Stunned, Aaron nodded. "I will, you have not led me wrong yet."

"Nor will I... now, go, tonight while Good magic is strongest... do not reveal yourself as my champion, not until I deem it time... and always remember, you carry my blessing so long as you deserve it"

And like that she and the golden flames, vanished entirely, leaving Aaron entirely and utterly filled with righteous energy. "I cannot wait... I cannot wait to find this camp... Camp Halfblood, here I come..."

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Hera readied herself as she allowed her sliver to return to her full form. 'He has evolve tremendously over the last six months, he rivals some lesser legacies. He will be great, in his own way, in his own time,... and no one will question my choosing him.'

And with that, she turned her full attention to the boy in question, hoping he would survive all that was to come...

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

This was a joy to write.

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.