Percy watched as the Smoke in Rachel's mouth changed from the usually serpent green to a blazing white-purple mix.
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On the dimmest of nights
Two kids of power take flight
And the loneliest of all
Waits impatiently as one falls
The one with no voice
Rises beyond most
And as destined by the Live
The Marks of ones' destiny alone fulfilled.
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It was a strange prediction being it not by Phoebus Apollo nor the Fates, but something more powerful… more CHAOTIC.
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Something told Percy that Chaos was trying to contact the Gods and tell them that this battle for power wasn't over. Something was attempting to overpower the Fates, something older than Clotho and her sisters.
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And Chaos didn't like it.
