Magic, unlike divine stuff, is not instinctual and should take time to master. I am giving my oc three years, to actually feel like he earned his power, skills and more.
I realized that I was just writing, I had no plan, so this story has an end planned in at least partiality.
I was heavily inspired by the Waystation!
Welcome to Oathkeeper, my last Percy Jackson Fanfic attempt.
Prologue
Three Years before the Masterbolt is stolen.
Aaron could not believe the selections of books in his grasp, magic or rather the idea of it was everywhere. Lilydale New York was the center of psychics and magics users in the United States. Though he wasn't sure he believed in magic, the hope of it was everything to Aaron. He craved magic, breathed and lived the idea of it's existence. Nothing else fulfilled him and his miserable life. Homeless, abused and alone, this was his last strike. The last means to find peace.
Sniffing, he grabbed the first book he found, but before he opened it, someone spoke up. "Honey, that is not the book for you." He startled, turning to see a woman with a bright hippie vibe.
"How so?" He shook, hoping she would not kick him out for being stinky, tired and bruised from sleeping outdoors and catching trains.
The hippie lady smiled. Lifting her hand, she gestured to the a far bookcase, and a thicker book flew to her hand. He stopped cold, amazed beyond all words. " This is the book I would give to a true believer of magic." He also started to cry, and that must have startled her as she stumbled forward, patting his shoulder. "My dear, what is the matter?"
"It's all I have ever wanted, magic..."
"I know, I sensed your passion, it filled this space." She lifted his chin. "You are like me, unwanted and hurt, but craving the means to over come your limits."
He nodded, sniffling. "Are you all really magical?"
"No, my sweet, most are not. I cast a spell that would draw in any real believer, you were not the first to answer the call but you are the first to really need magic. Would you like to stay here, work in my shop and learn the craft?"
His entire body vibrated. "I would love that!"
She laughed. "So be it. My name is Agnes, my sweet, and from this point on I am your Mistress. Now first, let me get you cleaned up and healed... I have a potion that will patch you right up."
To her credit, she was right, one swig of that potion and he was at full strength, his bruises and cuts sealing shut... but dead tired. He would spent the next twelve hours sleeping, grateful he at least showered and was not going to mess up her guest bed.
As he fell asleep, he called out to the universe. "Thank you, whoever and whatever led me to her..."
Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.
This was a joy to write.
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.