Prologue

My life this past couple month has been good. As good as a demigod can be in the land beyond the gods. Ah yeah, you are probably wondering why I've been living alone in Alaska for the past couple of years when there are two camps for demigods in the United States.

Well, to make the story short after the Second Giant War, Percy Jackson thought that the way his generation's going they will probably be subjected to another war so he started preparing himself for that time. But instead of feeling relieved that someone is willing to defend them once again if given the chance, most of the gods of Olympus and most of their spawns felt threatened that he is getting too strong, that when he decides to go against Olympus he will be a difficult opponent, so what better strategy to use in this situation than kill him before that time comes. So Percy Jackson escaped, went to the Garden of the Hesperides, stole a few apples from the tree guarded by a multiple headed poisonous dragon (he figured that he has to keep them from taking his soul too since he's sure his new enemy will force Hades to guarantee a particularly nasty punishment for me in the Underworld), and then went to Alaska, the place where the Olympians have no power.

And, I should also point out that I'm not alone here. Currently, I am living with Malcolm, son of Athena. He was one of the few people that I can still call my friends along with Nico di Angelo, Thalia Grace, Rachel Dare, Grover Underwood, and the gods Artemis, Apollo, Hermes, Hestia, Hades, and almost if not all the minor gods. Malcolm here joined a hunting party built by Camp Half-blood, but when his companions learned that he didn't feel that I am not and will never be a threat to Olympus, deserted him and met an unfortunate accident while in a rain. When I found him, he asked me if I would like to let him come with me and I agreed. I took him to my place in Alaska and trained him to be a tour guide in Glacier Bay National Park, just like me.

I probably should elaborate on that but now isn't the time. Because right now, I see a familiar figure walking towards my cabin. Funny she looks like Hecate, the Greek Goddess of Magic. And if a Greek deity is willing to come to the place where she holds no power to meet a demigod on the run, you'll know that this is very serious matter.

I opened my door as she arrived at my door. "Lady Hecate! I never thought you will visit me here in Alaska?" ending my last sentence as a question.

"Perseus, it's been a long time. Aren't you gonna invite me in?" she asked, avoiding my first question.

"Of course! Where are my manners? Come in, come in. And please call me Percy," ushering her into my living room. Actually, it's not just a living room; it's basically a large room that I divided into the living room, dining room, and kitchen. I dedicated the whole right half of the space to be kitchen. Ever since my departure I have to learn a variety of skills for survival, and cooking became one of my absolute favorite along with reading. In fact, I've been reading so much that the letter aren't moving around anymore, just shaking in place, except for a few difficult words. The left side of the space, I further divided into two: one for the dining room, the other one for the living room, which is where we are right now. "What do you want for a drink? Soda? Juice? Something stronger?"

"Just water, please." She answered. I went to get her a pitcher and glass of water. She silently took the glass of water, sending me a grateful look before she downed all of the contents, refilled it, and then downed it again. I can clearly see that entering Alaska is difficult for her. She's sweaty and pale; whatever made her to come here must really be very important.

"So," I said, eyeing her. "Why did you come to me?" its bullshit to beat around the bush. She wants something from me; she might as well say it on the get go. Besides, the faster we finish, the sooner she leaves Alaska, which I can say is for her best.

"What do you know of witches and wizards?" she asked me, staring at me hard.

"Not much," I answered her. "Just that they are people that you gave your blessing ages ago, and they passed their blessing to their children. Today they have a different culture, much like the demigods down south."

"That's correct. In a way they are my children. I care for them. And lately, their entire way of living is being endangered." she said. I can sense that we are getting near the reason why she came here.

"An extremely powerful dark wizard, named Tom Riddle, also called Lord Voldemort, rose into dominance more than a decade ago. And when people thought that no one can stop him, he was destroyed into almost nothing, by a newborn wizard."

"Are you serious?" I asked her, not sure if I heard her right.

"His name is Harry Potter. He was able to destroy Tom Riddle through a protective spell cast on him by his mother in her dying breath. Through this protection, the curse that Tom Riddle sent to him backfired to him, killing him in the process, or so everyone thought. Four years ago, Tom reappeared, seeking to go back to his older body, which was destroyed 15 years ago, and something tells me that he will succeed sooner than later. And when he comes back, he'll be stronger than he was before."

I remained silent, digesting all this new information. "Ok, but where does the I-must-go-to-Alaska-where-my-powers-wont-work-and-talk-to-Percy-Jackson part comes in?"

She stood up and paced in front of me like an agitated tiger. "You know that gods are prohibited from meddling with mortal affairs. I can't interfere with my people's affairs no matter how dire the situation is, and sending one of my children isn't an option, since that's also considered meddling. So I need you to be there if he returns, helping them win once more against him. " She looked at me pleadingly.

"So you want me to cross the Atlantic and help you people in fighting a war against a super powerful dark wizard?" I asked her, incredulous. "I don't know Hecate. You know that I'm trying to avoid being a god's pawn."

"I know what I'm asking for. I am asking you to go join a war, a war that you shouldn't be in, after everything that you've been through. But I'm telling you this Percy, if you help, you'll be helping preserve a way of life."

I groaned inwardly. This goddess is going for the jugular. How can I say no if she makes it sound like my aid might mean life or death of a whole race? "Fine, if this Voldemort does rise, I'll be willing to give my assistance. But how can I help them, Hecate, I'm a demigod not a wizard. Won't my arrival reveal our existence to them? Is Zeus okay with that?"

"You don't have to tell them your real identity," she answered me, looking thoughtful. "I know that you have the blood of magician flowing in your veins from your mother's side, Percy Jackson. You've been able to channel the power of Nekbhet, even without training. I think if you just give yourself the chance, you'll be a very powerful wizard. I have brought with me several books that will teach how to do magic. I also have with me a wand that I'm sure will suit you. You should know that a wand is a must-have if you are a wizard. A wand less wizard is a dead wizard."

She took out a wand from her clothes and gave it to me. It's around 14 inches, made of dark wood, and then shines green when light touches it. When my skin touched it, a mist-like stuff seeped from its tip.

When Hecate saw it, she smiled at me. "It likes you. I knew I picked the right wand for you. Your books are waiting for you outside. I have my servants brought here while we were talking and I'm happy that I won't have to ask them to take it back to the carriage." She started walking towards the door.

"If Tom doesn't come back, I wouldn't even have to go to England. Wait, can I have Malcolm with me?" I asked as he got out of the door. True to her words, a pile of books now stand outside.

"I guess Malcolm can earn magic. The children of Athena have surprisingly strong affinity for magic. But I'm afraid he can't help you in your quest Percy, I'm already playing with the rules as it is."

I nodded, understanding her fully. Sending more than one powerful demigod to her children might be considered as too much interference, even if the mentioned demigods weren't her children.

"So, I guess I'll see you, if worse comes to worst. How are you going to go back home anyway? Don't you have any powers here? And where are your servants?" I asked her totally confused.

She smiled at me, with a hint of mischief in it. "My title may be the goddess of magic, but my birthright is being a Titan. There are certain things that affect a 'full' god that won't affect me." She started walking away from my cabin. After a few meters, she looked back. "I'll see you again, Perseus Jackson, if worse comes to worst." And she was gone in a flash of light.

I let out a sigh of frustration before turning back to my cabin. I used the vapor in the air to carry my magic books inside. No one knows when this Tom Riddle might rise again. It may be tomorrow, it may be in a year, it doesn't matter. What matters is that when that time comes, I must be competitive enough in magic to be of great help. And to do that, I must start now.

I reached to my pile of magic books. This particular book seems to be about transfiguration. I opened it, and started my preparation for my quest to the world of witches and wizards.

Almost a year later

I closed the book I just finished. This one is about Advanced Mind Magic, a field of magic not designated for students. Apparently, for wizarding education, you only need a total of seven academic years to become a fully pledged wizard. For me, it took me eight months to be in my current level. I must say Hecate would be very proud on my progress. And Malcolm's too. After Hecate's visit, I immediately told Malcolm about Hecate's thoughts about Athena's spawns being highly compatible with magic. We contacted an Elder Cyclopes friend of ours, and he fashioned a wand specifically for Malcolm. Together, we studied about the different ways to practice magic. Eventually, when we thought that we were competent enough, we started focusing on things that holds our interest. Malcolm focuses in combat magic, while I, on the other hand focuses in mind magic. But I can confidently say that both of us are very competent in magic in general.

It's been eight months since I got that visit from Hecate, so I got this hope that Tome Riddle might not rise anymore and I won't have to go to England and join the war. So imagine my disappointment when I come home from training one night and find Hecate in my living room.

"Oh goddamn it," I said, monotonously. "Tom's back."

"Just this evening," she confirmed. "The day you've been preparing for has finally come."

I just nodded. "Let me prepare my things." I said as I bring out my wand and then waved it towards by closet's direction. My things flew and folded and packed themselves into my bag. I did the same thing towards the bathroom and my toiletries flew inside my bag. "So, how am I going to travel? Apparate?"

"Yes," she answered. "But, before I send you on your way, I must first brief you on your background story. As you know you have to keep your true identity both from your would-be comrades and enemies, I thought of a lie close enough to the truth, that you won't have a hard time thinking of lies to support it."

I listened intently on what she decided would be my pseudo-background. I have to admit, I won't have a hard time thinking of lies on the spot when something unexpected happens.

"You will have to Apparate me there," I told her after she finished. "I could Apparate myself but I've never been to England before." It is necessary that you can visualize the place you're going for Apparating, otherwise there's no telling where you'll end up.

"Yes," she responded. "I will transport you to Hogwarts, and then you must find the office of the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. He is one of the two strongest wizards alive today, the other one being Tom Riddle. He is also the head of the Order of the Phoenix, the organization working against Tom. You will need to convince him to let you join the Order. That will make your quest easier"

She stood and walked to me. "Are you ready?"

Then I remembered that I won't be able to say goodbye to Malcolm. "Wait, I forgot to say good bye to Malcolm." I conjured a piece of paper and pen. I wrote a quick farewell to Malcolm, promising to stay in touch. I left it my dining table, where he can easily find it.

"There. I'm ready," I told Hecate.

She stepped close to me. "Good luck, Percy," she whispered. "I will always hope for your victory and safety."

With those words, she waved her hand before me, and then I vanished with a loud crack.