What Happens next

Chapter 3

I was told after that I was unconscious for a few days. During it, I was asleep and I dreamt of my father, Arlington, my stepmom Amy Fray: drank as if it was going to be her last, did heroin and beat me with magic and snake venom, and Hecate: my actual mother.

The name my dad had was an anagram of her real identity, she lied to my father and pretended she was a magician. However, I wouldn't have been born in general and it explains a lot. I was asked if I was a host or eye of a goddess by Desjardins when I was 9 because I was quite powerful for my age. My father almost dueled him because of such an accusation. At the time, I was afraid of what I could do.

The reason the majority of my childhood was bleak because of my step mom. My stepmom would drink then use pain spells on me and if I tried to tell my father, she'd let it out even more pain.

Once on my twelfth birthday after being beaten, a woman found me on the street and healed me. She acted like a mother and she healed my back from the pain. At first, I thought it was a healer, but she didn't heal my wounds with words or a potion, she just looked and it healed. For years, I thought it was Sekhmet goddess of healing, but it must've been Hecate. She looked like how my father had described, Blonde hair, dark eyes, tall and fully formed, and wore an expensive black dress.

The memories of pain, physical and emotional, washed through me. The first of them was my stepmom marrying my father. My father while their engagement and wedding to a boarding school for proper young ladies. I was on probation after six months for hacking into the system and give the girls that were true morons the grades they should have gotten but didn't because they do sports. Also cursing out a teacher and using the chemicals in a lab to make the mean girls' skin orange by tricking them to mix nitroglycerin and orange nitrate for them to be orange. Now the reason I did that is that they bullied a friend of mine who was a foreign exchange student from Mexico and had her wanting to back home. After a long 2 years, I finally was expelled for not being a polite pink princess.

After a year, my step mom almost made my father disown me for just existing. In front of my father, she was as sweet as sugar, but under that façade, she was as cold as a winter night in New York.

The next painful memory is being in foster child services after my father's death and worse being brought back to the ruins of my Nome and living on the street for a year. I'd eat off the street and work small jobs. I'd get fast food, or pizza and sleep in a boat house.

The last and most painful was when my step mom was in withdraw and it made her completely paranoid. She'd almost, one time in Ghana, sold me as a sex slave. I happily showed them that my staff can turn into a lion and I threw all of them at the ignorant fools.

The dreams torture through me body and soul. Then I watched the New York City Nome burn the Ground. I heard a woman laugh. Then two woman were fighting. A woman with a smile of a psycho was wearing blood red armor and the other held two reed torches, riding a tempest of a horse, and wore black, grey, and white armor. They fought each other and the Psycho was pushed into a chasm. Later on, she crawled out and sent the rider was put in a prison. Then three people came, two girls and one guy, and they freed her from a prison of chaotic magic. The pyscho voice said that Chaos will rule. Even you can't stop me, son. Chaos is the natural order of all, she screamed as she fell into a chasm.

I feel time pass in beats of my pounding heart. Then I hear a voice that was of my mother, Hecate from my earliest memory. She is sitting at the big house where Mr. D would sit. I walk toward her and she motions to a chair and I sit in it.

"Hi, Mom. What's going on? Why are demigod dreams so painful? Why didn't you save me, or my dad? I thought gods were powerful." I asked her, as I lean away from the goddess that had a fling with my father and left him with an infant.

"Amaris, that name is the one I picked out. There are ancient rules that must be followed. Your father is so proud of you. He saw me as someone powerful as a magician. He saw through the mist or the first layer of the duat. In Arlington, I was happy having you but then Zeus banned direct contact with our mortal children. The reason I'm talking to you now is because of Hephaestus. He and I get along in some ways. Anyway Hephaestus wants to say hi and I helped him with an automaton experiment. Immortals can't stop fate any more than you mortals can. I pulled a favor with Aphrodite and she helped me with a wardrobe for you at camp. Smoldering rags is something no one can pull off." She said between sips of apple cider. She gave me the staff I picked in the Shed.

 "This staff can be used for magic but also combat. Ptolemaic magic is within you because of me and your father. Use it as you will." She stood and hugged me. She smelled of spices, mixed with rain.

"I miss your father. He was and still will be in my heart. I offered him protection and a life for both of you in my palace in the underworld. A palace made of gold and he still refused. He couldn't have a goddess take care of him. As for your step mother, after your twelfth birthday, I just happened to tell the goddess Hera, the goddess of mothers, and she did my dirty work. Along with Artemis who cursed the rebels for hurting a young girl." Hecate added. She smiled and pride was in her eyes and voice.

 "Amaris, you must tread lightly. Go to my other children one named Selena Howard. She can teach you how to use our magic for good on the Greek side at least. Now soon, you will wake and one of my children will need you to heal her mind from loss of a family friend and from darkness touching her." Hecate told me as she opened a portal to gods know where and left a bow and a quiver of enchanted arrows. Then everything goes dark.