4 Chapter 4

Drenching in my sweat I completed my daily workout, it wasn't too extreme. It consisted of warm-up exercises(Jumping jacks, Inchworm walkout to shoulder tap,

Squats), a circuit( Blast-off push-up, Squat thrust, Pendulum lunge, Mountain climber twist, Pause squats, Plank up to frogger), a burnout ladder( Touchdown jack, Panther shoulder tap, Burpee) and lastly a few cooldown exercises.

With my physical exercise done, I grabbed a small piece of ambrosia and ate it. Even though I am a demigod and far stronger than the average adult human, I still have a fear of injuring myself because of my age, so that is why I usually use it to heal any damage I may have caused.

"You have no attachment to your siblings, no matter how nice they are," I told myself while using charmspeak. It was a ritual I did ever since Georgia never returned from a quest. I was starting to enjoy her company and while I wasn't too sad about her supposed death, it did sting for a bit.

Not everyone has plot armour and getting attached to people and watching them die, isn't something I want to experience. Normally something like this wouldn't be a problem but children of Aphrodite have the power to make even a sociopath fall in love with them, so it is relatively easier for me to become attached to siblings.

"Here you are." George, a 12-year-old Apollo kid said. He had short blonde hair and blue eyes.

I was only 'friends' with him because he was good at healing and grooming loyal minions should be a priority. He has the annoying ability to know when I am lying though, so I am careful what I am telling him. I didn't mind it too much, manipulation works better when it is the truth and he sorts of keeps me on my game.

"George, I was just doing my daily training so that I can be prepared for when I go on a quest," I said. Going on quests didn't sound appealing but dying while living a lacklustre life sounded even less. It wasn't the prestige I wanted but the rewards that came with quests.

Since the underworld exists here, I know I will go to the fields of punishment. I let my father die and I used him as a practice dummy for my mind control. I am not a saint. I would rather try and change my fate than just die. So that is my long term and short term goal... to not die. So that sparks my next goal which was a form of immortality, godhood would be preferable in the long run.

"You shouldn't work so hard. Just relax and enjoy life." He said and I almost wanted to smack him. Relaxing sounds nice but it won't save me from being eternally punished in the underworld.

"A bit difficult, with beasts thinking that you are food," I said with a strained smile I hid from him.

"True, so are you thinking about going on a quest. I would join but I won't do very well in a fight." He said the last part with a bit of shame. The guy didn't get the famous archery affinity a lot of his siblings got. He was okay with it but even I beat him by a lot. Archery was a nice skill to have, after all, not being near your enemies was good.

"You are a good healer, which is one of the most valuable things on the battlefield. Plus you are decent with the sword," I told him. I refrained from gagging as he adopted a pleased expression. "On the question about going on the guest, well I am still uncertain, to be honest."

I didn't want to go on a quest if it didn't give anything valuable to me. Why would I want to put in hard work just for the gods to receive nothing in return? I know Percy was offered godhood and Grover got his searcher licence but I honestly can't remember if Annabeth got anything for their first quest. I am not sure but still fuck them if they think I will do dangerous missions for them with no reward.

"I heard the oracle is a beautiful woman." He said with a dreamy expression. Calm your hormones dude, you're twelve. Oh, and the oracle hasn't been cursed by Hades yet, I can't remember why he did it, but I believed it had something to do with Nico and Bianca.

"You picked a bad time to come here, mate. I literally just ate a piece of ambrosia a few minutes before your arrival." The guy could sing to his daddy and it would do wonders for the person he is healing. I wasn't jealous, okay that is a lie.

"Where did you even get ambrosia? I thought you only got that on quests and when you're seriously injured."

"My older brother. He got it from a daughter of Ares." I replied, leaving out the part where I took it without his permission. "Tell no one of this," I said while using charmspeak on him. It wasn't even a problem, even if my brother found out, nothing would come off it.

"Sure let's go grab something to eat." He said nonchalantly.

"That I won't mind," I said as I got up and followed him.

It has been three years since I arrived on camp half-blood and life has been okay so far. I have trained vigorously in this time, not only to improve my body but also my various combat skills. My ability to charmspeak also improved greatly and I am self-studying using the mist. If Percy Jackson could do it, then I certainly would.

I dismissed my thoughts as I arrived at the dining pavilion. George and I split up since we aren't allowed to sit at another god's table. As I began eating, I made my sacrifices to a few gods. The first one is my mother since it is obvious to keep your godly parent happy and then afterwards Nike for victory, Tyche for luck and lastly Hecate. 'Grant me epic magical powers, Hecate.'

It feels stupid, but I want powers beyond just manipulating a cloud. To be honest I couldn't give less of a shit about these goddesses but I don't want to be smitten because I didn't pray to any of the gods.

Besides, I think it will pay off one of these days and it hardly cost me anything to sacrifice except my pride. I have been doing it for years with no result but it is expected, I am just a demigod and gods are gods. I ignore my bitter thoughts and continue to eat.

Hecate Pov:

"I want to go on a quest." Iliana, the only child I had the last two decades told me bravely, through the communication device I secretly gave her. Screw Zeus and his stupid rules, not interacting with our children, that's laughable.

"No, you are barely 10," I told her sternly.

"I have to. No one respects you, mom, we don't even have our cabin even though you are so powerful. It falls to me as your daughter to make sure you're properly glorified" (A/N: Anyone that claims Hecate is a minor/weak titan can suck my dick. Magic is if not powerful, it is at least versatile)

"Quests are dangerous and I don't want you to lose your life for something so trivial," I replied but I could already see the determination my daughter had.

"Please allow me to go, I won't die." By peering in the future, I can see nothing will dissuade my stubborn daughter. Plus I don't want to take her choice away from her, it isn't in my nature.

"Fine, I will allow it. Make sure you come back alive. I may be a close friend of Persephone but that doesn't mean she will allow me to resurrect you." I said, I could resurrect her myself secretly but I don't want Iliana to know since that would make her reckless.

Who would she choose for her quest though? I doubt an experienced quester would want a 10-year-old on her team even if she is proficient in magic. Who then, a child of Ares; no definitely not, too reckless and would cause too much conflict while on a team with my daughter.

A child of Athena then, no there are only two at the moment and one is too young the other too old to want to be in a team with my daughter. The current children of the big three are too proud, so that is out too.

My mind quickly drifts to that persistent child of Aphrodite. He was inexperienced in quests but from what I saw was good in the capture the flags games and was even better combat wise. It wasn't too rare for children of Aphrodite to be good in combat; their mother was worshipped as a war goddess once upon a time for a reason. He had dedication too, sacrificing his food to me in hopes of magical powers for years.

Yes, he will do fine. Now just to contact him, dreams will do.

Ezra Pov:

The last thing I remember was going to bed, now I am suddenly in a cave with no weapons. Fortunately, my charm was still a strong weapon but hopefully enough. I believe I am experiencing the famous demigod prophetic dream.

"Ezra, child of Aphrodite. I wish to ask a favour of you." A woman dressed in dark robes with twin torches said.

"Who are you?" I ask cautiously. The torches reminded me of Hecate but I could always be wrong.

"You pray to me for years and you don't even know who I am." She said amusedly.

"Lady Hecate?" I ask. I distaste addressing someone as if they are my superior but if that person can kill you with a wave of your hand it is only smart to be polite.

"Yes. You wished for the power to manipulate magic, I will grant it if you do me a favour. Join my daughter on her quest."

"How do I know I can trust you Lady Hecate, no offence meant."

"None taken, it is only smart. I swear on the Styx that I will grant you the power to manipulate magic if you help my daughter complete her quest and return alive. Seek Illiana from the Hermes cabin," She said and thunder boomed outside of the cave.

With that, I woke with a start.