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The Prophecy:
Broken, the son of Sea
A life full of tragedy
Heir to the throne
A heart of cold stone
The king's host
The hero's ghost
Wisdom's child is the one
Hero's soul, forever gone
Prologue
"You can tell them now."
The man in a clad suit of regal adornments and a sash looked up to his superior, removing his gaze at the people, in disbelief and shock. The campers surrounding him were wondering on to what the heir to the Universe was about to tell them. The whole of Camp Half-Blood was raising their brows at the Prince.
"I. . ." he can't seem to finish. Once again he tried. "I. . .I," he looked at his superior, ". . .I can't do this, Lord Chaos." To say that the campers were shocked would be the understatement of the century! The superior, Lord Chaos, had narrowed his eyes at his heir and his posture became somewhat stiff and strict-like.
"That's an order, Omicron. They deserve to know what really happened. They cannot live this life believing a lie nor live on false hope." The heir to the throne of the Universe gulped, sighing, and took a nervous look before starting.
"I. . .haven't been entirely honest with you―with all of you―for that matter, especially with those who I've tried to establish or repair a friendship or relationship with." A blonde haired goddess had perked up at this, being one of the especially mentioned people. He once again looked at Lord Chaos, who gave him a nod to continue.
"I wanted to be honest with all of you, truly! But all of you wanted to see him again, you all wanted to earn his forgiveness, as I've wanted to earn. You all hoped and I didn't want to crush it immediately, after all, he's still, technically, alive."
The campers looked confused and troubled with deciphering and understanding what the young heir was saying. "Honestly speaking, it's my fault all along. Why he's hurt and why he's still hurting up to this second. I was driven with lust for my revenge that I had allowed him to be so reckless and myself to be so blind of the consequences. It's my fault why both the hate and coldness had thrived in his once good heart."
Omicron choked back a sob, tears were falling from his eyes. "I believed that this was the best choice for the whole Universe." He tried to wipe the tears streaming on his face but there was no use, more tears kept running down. "I thought that he would be in no pain at all when it's the exact opposite! He's in more pain than any mortal, demigod, god or any being that lives would know!"
He looked down at the lectern, tears dripping on the flat platform. "He's been deprived of his senses and deprived of his abilities to feel, well, he can't feel anything but the pain. I've made him go through that because I'm too selfish. I was―" he tried to hold back a sob but he failed miserably doing so.
"I just didn't want to lose my first true friend. I didn't want to lose him," suddenly his (what would seem like frozen) sea-green eyes had flickered to a shade of imperial gold, "I just didn't want to lose Percy."
He was possessed the whole time!