Hey, y'all! This is my new fanfiction, April Eighteenth! First, I am SO sorry for what I posted the other day! I posted it on my phone. It was fine when it was in my document, but when I posted it, it was like NOPE. Again, I am so sorry! Thank you to Memeraii and BEST OC Maker or Gigabyte for letting me know about the problem! Second, I would like to say thank you to HazelHunterofArtemis (she has nothing on her account at the moment, but I'll let you know once she does.), and Allison. They helped me write and execute my idea of this fanfiction. They are both great writers, and I actually know them in real life, so I know they aren't a fifty-year-old man on the internet trying to kill me. Third, you might know, but people on the internet have been saying, "Oh, the world is ending on April 18th." Yes, I know, its past April 18th, but I wasn't able to finish editing what we wrote in the rough draft. We started writing before that though. Third, this is only the prologue, and the new characters, based on the trio of writers, will appear in the actual first chapter of this fanfiction. You won't be seeing much of the actual characters, but you might see a Percabeth proposal near the end. (No promises.) But yeah, that's it. Enjoy the Story!
The lasting day was nearly over, and the red, orange and yellow flames blazing from the campfire were flaring and dancing above the happy, singing campers. The moon was glowing vibrantly in the dark night sky. Hazel sat at the top of the amphitheater, gazing up at the bright, glistening stars twinkling above her head.
She was happy, and that was rare. Being a child of Pluto came with emotion. Life was great at the moment. There was even a big rumor being passed around the camp that Percy was planning to propose to Annabeth. Hazel wasn't that surprised, but she was most definitely excited. The two were perfect together. She had always been envious of Percy and Annabeth, how they spent so much of their time together. Frank was always so busy, being the praetor of New Rome and all. She wished that he had more time, not just to spend with her, but for himself too. He needed to relax every once in a while. He was always so stressed. She looked beside her and saw Frank showing his dazzling smile that Hazel loved so much. She loved seeing him happy. Her hand slipped easily into his. She put her head on Franks' shoulder and stared at the welcoming campfire burning in front of the crowd. After all this time, she felt just as at home at Camp Half-blood as she did while she was at Camp Jupiter.
Suddenly, She saw a faint emerald green tint that seemed to be rising from the fire. Hazel panicked, afraid of what she would see behind the flames. It had been years since the last Great Prophecy, and everybody was thanking the Fates that that whole fiasco was over. The Seven had all graduated college. They had moved away from their dangerous, nasty demigod life, fighting monsters every minute of the day. It was all about to be ruined.
Behind the campfire stood Rachel Elizabeth Dare, spouting her signature green smoke. Hazel had wondered if she had tempted the Fates even by merely thinking that the insanity of all the Great Prophecies was officially over, at least in her lifetime. Of course, they weren't.
"Oceans turn to hurricanes and the winds turn to a storm.
The world will die in cyclones unless the three are found and known
Friendship dies and a deity lies
Night will fall and the sun won't rise
on the seventh day of grain."
Rachel issued the prophecy, then collapsed onto a wooden stool that the camp kept around, just in case of a situation like this.
Ella fluttered around, saying "Three. The power of three, Erin Hunter, pseudonym," and some other book-related nonsense that she knew so well.
Chiron stomped his hoof on the grey stones surrounding the campfire, instantly silencing all the conversations that had broken out about the new prophecy. "We will discuss this in a senate meeting."
A senate meeting. The Senate of Camp Halfblood and Camp Jupiter was huge and only met if something really enormous and important happened. It goes without saying that every demigod involved in the last Great Prophecy would be there: The Seven, obviously, and also Reyna and Hazel's half-brother, Nico di Angelo.
Rachel stood in the center of the Senate Room, and reread the prophecy as if nobody there had it committed to memory. Then, they began to analyze it, line by line.
"Oceans turn to hurricanes and the winds turn to a storm." This line seemed to describe some chaotic upheaval of calm nature. The Senate eventually agreed that it most likely referred to the venti, the same spirits the Seven had encountered on their quest.
"Those evil espresso drinks?" Leo complained, much to the dismay of everyone attending the senate meeting. " I hate those guys." He was quickly shushed by all the strict Romans around him.
"The world will die in cyclones unless the Three are found and known." This did not, they all knew, talk about the three Roman emperors that were found by Apollo, or "Lester Papadopoulos" a few years ago. It more likely meant that three new demigods were needed to destroy this rising new evil. Hazel had no problem with that. She was done with all these quests.
"Friendship dies and a deity lies." This line was quite vague. Friends fought all the time, it was common knowledge, but maybe the line was talking about Philotes, the goddess of friendship. Also, so many other gods lied that it was standard practice in the scary, extreme, world of mythology to ignore them.
"Night will fall and the sun won't rise." That was screaming DOOM DOOM DOOM DOOM THE WORLD IS ENDING OMG blah blah blah, just like in the Seven's Great Prophecy, when it said: "To storm or fire the world must fall." These lines always had an indecipherable double meaning, so they left it alone.
"On the seventh day of grain." There were several ideas as to what that meant. Hazel thought that it was definitely the most obvious answer, a Roman festival.
Frank raised his hand. Chiron motioned for him to speak. "There was a festival in Ancient Rome for Ceres, the goddess of grain, Ludi Ceriales. We still celebrate it at Camp Jupiter. The seventh day of it is April eighteenth. Every quest apparently needs a nearly impossible deadline, and April eighteenth is in six days. We haven't even found the New Three yet." Frank took the words right out of her mouth.
Out of nowhere, a paper plane flitted through the air, landing in the satyr, Grover Underwood's hand. Hazel saw his big brown eyes move as he read the short note. He raised his hand and asked for permission to speak. Chiron granted him it to him. Grover began to talk. "The note is from our newest satyr, Tully Williams. It says that he has found three young demigods at a middle school in Raleigh, North Carolina. It's called Evergreen Magnet Middle School, and he suspects that one of them might know that she isn't fully human."
I hope you enjoyed the story! Let me know what you thought in a review. We have FIVE CHAPTERS prepared, I just need to edit. I'm going to try and update every week, but I can't guarantee anything. Anyway, if you haven't noticed, I have changed my username, to thesushiqueen. It kind of sounds like Beauty Queen, and I love sushi, so its perfect! Credit to Allison for coming up with it, Love you girl. So, since I am the Queen of All of Sushi, I am now calling my nonexistent fans... My SUSHI ROLLS. Do y'all like that? I do. Okay, that's all I have to say! Goodbye, my little sushi rolls! -thesushiqueen