Prologue
Green smoke billowed out Rachel's mouth as she squeezed her eyes shut. A girl with blonde hair and grey eyes and the horse-man watched anxiously. The girl clenched her hands into nervous fists and the horse man stared with wide eyes. Then, the prophecy began.
"An endless sleep will overcome,
The gods will fall to power one.
A hero that should not be alive,
What will be gained is what's been deprived.
This hero shall be arriving soon,
The only hope, the son of the moon."
Rachel's eyes twisted around to its natural green color, and she collapsed to the ground, panting. The grey-eyed girl helped her to her feet.
"The son of the moon," the horse-man breathed heavily.
"That doesn't mean," the girl gasped.
"Oh, but it does."
"But it can't be…"
"Annabeth," the horse-man stared into the air, "Lady Artemis is no longer a maiden."
Hey! I came up with this idea about two weeks ago, and someone just used the same idea right as I was about to put this up, so I swear to Zeus that I'm not copying them. I don't own PJO or any of these characters except for Max (who you'll meet in the next chapter). Have a Merry Christmas everyone! Review!
