A/N: If any info pertaining to the Percy Jackson and the Olympians or Heros of Olympus characters are wrong, please forgive me.
A Twist in the Second Great Prophecy
"I believe," Apollo said,"that we just heard the next Great Prophecy."
Before I could demand what it meant, Rachel screamed and her skin glowed a bright yellow, and I could tell that her skin was burning at-well, at a temperature that should not, at the very least, be considered normal.
Forgetting about the Second Great Prophecy for a moment, I jumped back and glared at Apollo, and proceeded to demand,"What is going on?"
Apollo looked absolutely flabbergasted. "I don't... what ... uh ... no idea!"
Before I could yell at him (which probably would have gotten me killed), Rachel stood up straight again, much like how she had just done. However, this time, her eyes glowed a dark, evil red. Yeah, evil red. And when she spoke, it wasn't her voice. Clearly, it was female, but it had a dark, malicious, and well, evil edge to it.
"A warrior from the ancient past,
Shall be resurrected for his final task.
And with him an ancient power,
With an enemy deep within the tower.
The beast in which resides within,
Comes the fate of the world, at his whim."
Then Rachel fell to the floor, unconscious. Which was understandable. I think.
Nothing-well, as far as I was concerned- like this had happened before. The Oracle never told one prophecy a month, much less one after another with hardly ten seconds to spare.
I glanced around at the others, hoping that at least someone else knew what was going on. Everyone looked just as shocked as the other. So much for that. So I did the only thing I could. I asked the god who knew about this the most.
"Apollo, what just happened, and is she okay?"
The god had been in deep thought, however, and did not reply immediately. Then he spoke up, "W-Well, I guess she's okay, I mean she's ... I think ... well, that both prophecies are somehow ... intertwined."
"Come again?"
Apollo seemed to smile, somewhat proud of himself, before continueing ,"What it means, young demigod, is that, however the second prophecy will turn out, will depend on however this one turns out." Apollo looked rather proud.
"..."
Chiron cleared his throat. "I think it's time for a meeting..."