Welcome to the first chapter of the revisited Child of Magic story. If you don't follow my Warriors of Olympus story, I did mention in one of the recent chapters that I would be rewriting all the other stories, fixing them and changing them into something I find better. General ideas and characters won't change. Just how everything goes about is going to be different until these rewrites catch up and push further into their stories.

Now, while most of this chapter is dialogue, I want it to be this way so I can mention something about my writing, and that is the different kinds of Percys I'm going to be writing. Three of my stories are going to be AU of the PJOU, and I want the Percys in them to be different from one another, and the biggest difference will be in how they act. I want them to be seen as different, have them talk and move differently, and just be something different from the others. I don't want to just have the same Percy exist under different circumstances.

The Warriors of Olympus Percy will be more open, witty, and sarcastic. His interactions with J should be enough to show how he'll be acting.

The Child of Magic Percy here will be straightforward, less outgoing, and more conservative in his actions. The next two or so chapters will better portray my vision of what this Percy will be like.

The Percy:Betrayed and Forgotten Percy will be rude, blunt, and less interactive than the other two. When the rewrites for that story start releasing, that side of him will be apparent when he gets older.

If you are unhappy with how I'm approaching my stories with more rewrites, it's because I am unhappy with how I've written them. I don't want to keep updating the chapters until they're the way i want them to be, because that messes up a lot with the story already set in that place, and I am not going to continue from the messes i left off at. I will be starting anew to make amends and fix what has been broken.

I do hope those of you from the original story understand and do enjoy this rewritten take on the story. Thank you for your time.

Percy sighed and looked down the tree to the boy below him, wiggling his fingers as fire danced between them. The boy didn't look up to meet his gaze: he just kept his eyes on the fire.

"So," Percy drew the word out, slowly lifting his gaze back up to the sky seen through the leaves, "you're a child of Hecate?"

"Yep," the boy replied, moving the fire up his hand to burn over his fingertips.

"I'll be honest, I always found it weird that you and your siblings don't need wands to perform your magic." The boy let out a soft laugh, extinguishing the flames and leaning back against the tree.

"Yeah, I get it." The boy laughed again through his lips. "I thought I had to use one to use my powers, and I'm still beyond surprised I don't need one. Although I do kinda want to use one."

"Why?" Percy slung his legs over the side of the branch and turned his body to look down at the boy through his lap. "Have you ever tried using one before? And heck, how do you even make one?"

"Have not and don't know, for the last two questions." The boy finally looked up to meet Percy's gaze. "And as to why, to trick people. You use a pen that turns into a sword, which I've seen surprise the monsters sometimes. Maybe I should use a wand to trick enemies into thinking that I need to have one to use my powers."

"That sounds smart. Though I think that's kind of unnecessary." Percy wiped a hand around his mouth. "Since it serves nothing more than as a trick, it probably won't last you forever. Monsters do reform and return, so they're bound to remember and share that information if they find it out. Could be a big risk further down the line if you get to confident in your trick."

For a moment the boy said nothing. He stared up at his guide for many more moments before sighing and lowering his gaze. "That makes sense," he spoke out softly. "A blessing and a curse."

"You still talking about the wand or have you moved onto our daily lives?" Snickers broke out from the boy, which drew some from Percy as well. "That phrase does summarize what we have to go through."

"True," the boy responded, still snickering. "How much longer do you think it will be until we get to where you're taking me? Which, by the way, you still haven't told me about, other than it's a safe camp."

"Oh, I haven't?" Percy scratched the back of his neck, blushing slightly. "Sorry. I've actually done that the last three times. I wish I knew why I keep forgetting to do that.

"So we're headed to a camp, as you know. It's called Camp Half-Blood. It's a bordered camp, which means monsters can't get in on their own. There are cabins for everyone, depending on your godly parent. There used to only be twelve cabins, for the twelve Olympian gods, but after the war, work began on making cabins to represent all the Greek gods."

"Wait, there was a war?" Percy blinked in surprise from the boy's sudden question, cutting off the last two words to his sentence.

"Oh, right, forgot to tell you that too. It was the second Titan war. Kronos was rising again. A lot of monsters, Titans and demigods who felt betrayed by those around them and the Olympians worked together on resurrecting him and taking control of Mount Olympus. They thought it would help get them recognition. It wasn't the best way to go about it, but I understand what they were getting at. And after Kronos was defeated, the gods swore on the River Styx to bring more attention to their children and all the demigod children. You included."

The boy sat in silence, digesting what he was being told.

"Although you were supposed to be recognized and introduced to the world at 13, and brought to camp by then too. That was part of the deal."

"I met my mom when I was twelve though," the boy interrupted. "She visited my dad and I on my birthday and explained… most of who she was and what I was. Wasn't the best birthday, but it wasn't the worst either."

"Well you're four years late coming to camp."

"How long ago was the deal made?"

"Five. You were probably eleven, then, I guess. Lady Hecate probably kept you hidden because of her place in the war. Didn't want you getting involved and hurt."

"That is what she said."

"Oh, alright, good." Percy paused for a moment, looking ahead at the other trees around them. "Where was I?"

"Cabins for everyone."

"Right, right, right." Percy rubbed his hands together. "So, near everyone is represented at camp. I think a few cabins are still being built, surprisingly, but you should have yours available. There was one there the last time I checked. The main camp leaders are Chiron, the centaur from the old legends, and Mr. D, which is what he goes by since he is a god and gods don't like it too often when they're talked about."

"Which god?"

"God of wine."

"…Oh, I know who you're talking about now."

"Good. The camp provides beds, food, showers, bathrooms, sparing and war gear and weapons, various group and individual activities. Every Friday, the camp holds a Capture the Flag game, pitting one half the camp against the other half. Some cabins get well together with others so they'll always be on the same team, but others will jump back and forth depending on how well they got along the week leading up to it. The gods don't really visit camp; it's rare that they do, aside from Mr. D. The most you'll have to deal with is other campers, mythical creatures like nymphs and satyrs. Oh, and harpies. There is a curfew, and it is best you follow it so the harpies don't get to you. And that's about it."

"I thought you said it was a safe camp," the boy frowned up at Percy.

"It is. They're meant to protect sleeping campers from monsters in the night, and capture campers sneaking around in the case they're transpiring against up."

The boy hummed and looked back down. "I'll make sure not to trans-whatever, then."

"It's a fancier word for plotting and betraying."

"…Okay that makes some sense." The two sat in comfortable silence following, neither looking each other, but ahead in the directions they faced. "Can I ask you a question, Percy?"

"Sure. What about?"

"Do you stay at that camp?" Percy mirrored the boy's frown from earlier as the question was asked. "You say you do this a lot – going around and finding demigods to bring to camp. Do you, like, stop there for a rest before going after the next?"

Percy didn't respond right away. His elbow dropped on his knee and his chin in his palm, lost in thought trying to think of a response. He was, actually, never asked that before while guiding a soon-to-be camper.

"I…" Percy hesitated as he began his response. "A while back, I got into a…disagreement, you could say, with other people at the camp. It was a big falling out that put me and them on bad terms. I thought it safer to leave camp and not stay there anymore."

"Do you not have a family to go home to?"

"I do, but demigods have a scent to them that can attract monsters and being a child of the major gods means our scent is stronger than others and being a child of the eldest six puts us in even more danger, and that includes the ones around us. I didn't want to put that sort of stress on my mom, so I decided to do this instead."

"You've been picking up kids ever since then?"

Percy shook his head. "No, it took me some time to figure out what to do, what I wanted to do. It was someone else who gave me the guidance to do this, and it's the same goddess who gave me my food making abilities. It's thanks to her I have something to do with my life, and I'm happy it's this. Would have been a boring five years if it wasn't for her."

"If you've been doing nothing but this for the past five years, I think you'd still be bored out of your mind."

Percy shared another laugh with the boy.

"Why do all this alone? You have to have, like, one friend still, right? Someone to keep doing this with, instead of being by yourself all this time? Not even a girlfriend."

Percy scoffed. "I had a girlfriend, but she was part of the group I had a fallout with. And I do still have some friends, but none of them have the time in their life to join me in what I'm doing. We all have important roles to fill. And this is mine."

"How old are you again?"

"22."

"And yet you still don't have a new girlfriend to travel the country with? Speaking of which, how far do you even go to find others? And how the heck have you been doing this for five years straight? Have you ever run into the people from camp during this time? How angry are they with you, even? A part of me feels like they should be chasing you down."

Percy rubbed his palms to his temple. "That's a lot of questions."

"How many can you answer?"

"All of them. I…I did have a crush on someone else, but…she died, a long while back. I never got to really do anything with her to know her better. She was gone too soon. And everyone I meet like you is too young to date and I don't want to put the strain on someone else that I would have my mother because of my scent.

"I don't usually leave the state; the camp has satyrs go across the country to pick up demigods and bring them to camp. Sometimes, on special occasions, I'll be sent out of state to pick someone up, and bring them back to camp either quickly or over time, depending on how much time they need to adjust to their midlife crisis of being a child of a god.

"And to answer your last question I don't think anyone cares." The boy furrowed his eyebrows up at Percy. "I've been gone for five years but the only people I've come across are the people I'm still friends with, but other than that I've seen no one. I thought, maybe they would send people to drag me back to camp, to keep me around and continue to help them, but no one's come. I don't think they care about me anymore. I think they've pushed me back and are fine with my absence. I never even asked my friends about how everyone else is. It isn't something I usually want to know."

Percy dropped from his branch onto one below, just a few inches, climbing down the short distance to the surface and the boy with him. "But, I don't mind too much, I guess. It hurt, being all alone at first, but that's no longer the case, and I'm happy for that. What time is it anyways?" The two boys look up at the sky, looking anywhere but the sun just to take in its position.

"I think it is past noon. Should we push on ahead?" The boy lowered his hand and looked around.

"I believe some lunch is in order first. Come on, let's find a restaurant or something this time. Eating in the woods gets old when it's all I do."

"Do you even have money to pay for it?"

"Of course I do." Percy turned on his heels and began walking, the boy tailing beside him. "I am given an allowance from my patron. She believes I need to spoil myself every now and again. I don't. But I do like using it for things like this, just to help the demigods I'm with feel more comfortable with me and with the world around them."

"Alright, if you're sure."

"I am."