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.