14Son of Hecate – Simple Solutions
Ch. 1.) The Lightning Thief: Am I The Only One with Common Sense?
Son of Hecate P.O.V.
Vivid, emerald, green eyes watched from a distance as Luke Castellan handed over a pair of winged shoes to Camp Half Blood's newest camper, Percy Jackson. Those eyes belonged to a relatively tall, young man with dark, brown hair who was swinging in a hammock outside of the Hermes cabin. The King of Olympus, Big Z, was really pissed-off this time all because he thought his brothers were trying to strengthen their positions to overthrow him.
Laughable, really, Poseidon and Hades were way too busy to deal with matters outside their domains of power. Hades was busy managing the freshly dead and not-so-new dead souls bottlenecking the gates to the afterlife. Hell, the God had to completely overhaul the system every few decades to better optimize the system with more and more people dying every year. The King of the Undead and his "employees" also had to keep a watchful eye on escaping souls and those unfortunate enough to be in Tartarus.
Moving on to Poseidon, the man had his hands full managing an underwater kingdom and training his own personal mermen & merwomen army. Keeping Oceanus in check probably was not too easy either. If anything, Poseidon out of the big three had the second most duties right behind Hades.
To put it simply, Zeus is and always has been a big, whiney baby that has no leadership skills what-so-ever. The dude literally turned his daughter, Thalia, into a pine tree because he could not be bothered to send medical help or supplies. He is literally The King of Olympus, the head honcho, the guy who makes all the rules, and all he did for his demigod daughter was turn her into a tree!? In my educated opinion, that just has bad management and delegation skills written all over it.
So, why am I pointing all of this out, you may ask? Well, to reiterate, Zeus is a complete and utter troglodyte idiot for thinking Percy Jackson is the one who stole his master bolt. First off, his master bolt disappeared when the demigods took a tour of Mt. Olympus, which was a very select group of kids. So, you could have narrowed it down from that group of campers alone. The first suspect, I don't know, should have maybe been the son of Hermes who has a grudge against the Olympians? Luke Castellan would have been one of the people I suspected first, right before the Stoll twins.
Anyway, at this point, you might have a lot of questions for me. Like, who are you? Why don't you tell Chiron and Percy your suspicions? Stop yapping, hindsight is always twenty-twenty!
Alright, alright, I admit that last one was more-so me being just a little snarky.
Getting right into it I suppose, my name is Scott Eastwood, and I am the strongest demigod to ever exist. Some would say, 'Woah there, you can't just say that Scott!' Yes, I can, dipstick.
Hold your horses, pal, I can explain. It would probably be best if I started off by saying that I am a son of Hecate. My absolute queen of a mom is many things and weak isn't one of them. My mother, Hecate, is the goddess, or Titan (depending on how you look at the family tree), of magic, crossroads, ghosts, night, light, witchcraft, and knowledge of herbs and poisonous plants. If you look back to the 8th century BCE, she also has domains in the sky, earth, and sea. There are probably more that I glanced over, but that is pretty much all of it.
Yeah, pretty badass if I do say so myself. Although, I'm slightly biased as one of her children. I say I'm strong because I inherited the powers of magic, necromancy, and umbra kinesis. Magic by itself is super broad and has the potential to be powerful, but if you take the other two it's a triple-whammy of whoop-ass.
Do you want lightning? I got you. Do you need a miniature hurricane? No problem, fam, I'll just use my magic. In desperate need of an undead legion? I can give you something even better; I'll summon a shadow legion that NEVER gets tired or wounded.
All those powers I mentioned just now are common abilities for demigod children of the big three. What they can do I can do better. Magic is limitless and often overlooked just because my mother isn't on the Olympian council. Other demigods will fatigue quickly if they overuse the powers they have gotten from their godly parent. Sure, you have some exceptions like Poseidon's kids getting a second wind from water, but magic is everywhere.
In battle, a skilled child of Hecate can fight for days on end without even breaking a sweat. See, the thing about casting magic is that you don't even have to draw on your own reserves. The environment is rich with mana and you can use it freely with enough practice. Mana can also be stored in gems or objects ahead of time; I have a fondness for engraving runes.
I mainly use a khopesh and a strap-on magic shield combo. Believe me, I know they are not exactly the ideal Greek fighting tools, but it leaves my left hand free to throw magic spells around. Chiron has been trying to get me to use the stereotypical weapons and learn how to "manipulate the mist". No way, I'll stick to my bread and butter, and if I want to fool people and monsters, I can just use illusion magic.
Having been at Camp Half-Blood since the tender age of four I have had time to hone my skills. How much time? Considering I just turned fourteen this past April, I would say a damn long time taking into consideration the average demigod's lifespan once they find out about their godly parent is dogshit. And people say, Annabeth Chase, a daughter of Athena, is the camper who has been here the longest. I call B.S.
Children of Hecate being so powerful and having so much raw potential you think we would get some decent respect around here, right?
Nope.
We get no respect in this haven for demigods. For Hades' sake, we don't even have our own cabin! All of us demigod children from "minor" gods and goddesses are shoved into the Hermes cabin. It is a good thing I can use my umbra kinesis to store my personal items in my shadow or else I would only have the clothes on my body. Hermes kids have no sense of keeping their hands to themselves at all.
When I was five, I had gotten sick of being crammed into the left-over demigod cabin and I built a wizard tower for children of Hecate. It was cool if I do say so myself. The main building was made of chiseled stone and had a spiral tower coming out of the side. The out branching tower had a couple of floors for the boys' and girls' rooms. A slanted roof with blue tiles and stained-glass windows that gave off rainbow-colored refractions. The top of the tower had a flag with our mother's symbol on it. I also had set up a ward stone so nobody, but Hecate kids could enter the building.
The best part though was at night when magic lanterns would be conjured, and they would light up the walkway in a dim hue of blue and purple light. Do you want to know what happened to it since I am currently living in the Hermes cabin?
It. Got. Blown. Up. By. Zeus. As ACDC would say, "you've been Thunderstruck."
I got called in front of the Olympus council and the killjoy went on and on about how it was disrespectful to actual gods and goddesses. Old sparky even tried to place a curse on me! Notice how I said tried. It's a good thing Zeus isn't skilled in dealing with magic users or else I would be shocked every time I used any electronic device.
So, you may see why I have no intention to help the Olympians. I honestly don't blame Luke for being angry at them. I do, however, think that he is an easily malleable fool who never even bothered to do basic research. Like bruh, Kronos is known to manipulate others for his own benefit without concern for their wellbeing.
The only unofficial Olympian I like is Hestia. A couple of years after being at camp and getting to know her she gave me a blessing, so now my fire magic is a bit stronger and I can summon food out of thin air. Which is totally sweet since you can't normally summon food with magic. It apparently goes against ancient magic laws or something. According to Hestia, I was the only one to ever talk to her or give her offerings, that's pretty messed up.
I will be the first to admit that I may also be just a little upset for being blown off by Annabeth for the quest. I could have so helped them complete the whole quest in under an hour. Twas' not to be, the girl would not even let me near Percy to offer to warp him to Hell. She was all like, "it's NoT tHE trADiTIOnal WaY TO do QuEsTs."
Tch, dumb children of Athena thinking they know everything. Whelp their loss.
I'll just use my warp staff to complete a quest without permission if something dumb like Artemis gets captured happens and her hunters are useless. Pfft, as if.
Time to catch up on my sleep in advance, Hades knows I am going to need it in the weeks to come. I wonder if I can build another wizard tower while Zeus is distracted.
A mischievous grin spread across my face as I thought of all the ways I could improve and build the Hecate "cabin".
"Wizard tower 2.0 here we come baby!" shouted Scott.
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Luke P.O.V.
Luke couldn't wait to see the Olympians crash and burn. His plans were finally coming to fruition and he dared not jinx himself by saying it couldn't have gone any smoother. Oddly enough, most demigods weren't that observant outside of battle-like situations. Soon, his Lord will rise, and the Olympians will kneel at his feet.
The only thing he was worried about was Scott Eastwood messing with his plans. While Scott may be younger than him by a few years, the kid was no fool. As far as he knew, the son of Hecate held no love for those on Mount Olympus, but it never hurt to be cautious. The magic-user had been at camp longer than even him and Annabeth and somehow became the head counselor of the Hermes cabin.
Huh, go figure.
Many of the campers would claim that Luke was the best swordsman to have appeared in centuries, but he knew better. He had private sword lessons with Scott under invisibility illusion wards ever since he came to Camp Half-Blood and he never won once. Only recently did he think that Scott was even trying and taking him seriously. Heck, the kid hadn't even used his magic when sparring against him at all. Not. Even. Once.
Scott wasn't very flashy about what he knew or with his skills, but Luke knew he would be a true nightmare to deal with if he was pushed far enough. Seriously, the wizard would just randomly pop out a hydra head from his shadow and offer it up to Hecate or Hestia occasionally. Luke had no clue where Scott kept getting the unlimited hydra heads from, especially since he had seen Scott do the exact same thing hundreds of times since Luke initially came to camp with Annabeth and Grover. Absolutely absurd. He had never even seen or heard of Scott leaving camp in the first place. Did the kid even fight any monsters since he came to camp?
Luke snapped his neck towards where he heard Scott manically laughing from a hammock and mumbling something about shoving a tesla coil up Big Z's rear end.
He mentally nodded his head, yup, best not get on the demon wizard's bad side.