Ok, this is my first fanfic, so if it's not too good, don't kill me in the reviews. So here goes nothing.
Note: Underlined text was taken from the book.
When she spoke, her voice sounded tripled—like three Rachels were talking at once:
"Seven half-bloods shall answer the call.
To storm or fire, the world must fall.
An oath to keep with a final breath,
And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death."
At the last word, Rachel collapsed. Nico and I caught her and helped her to the porch. Her skin was
feverish. "I'm all right," she said, her voice returning to normal.
Annabeth looked at me. "That wasn't a full prophecy," she said "there should be two more lines."
"Does it matter?" I replied
"Actually, it does." said Apollo "That was the next Great Prophecy, and the last four, yes four, lines could make all the diff…." Just then, Rachel did it again.
The Half –Blood heroes shall make one final stand.
And Olympus shall fall by a single hand.
But one will be born from the ash of the gods.
And rise again against all odds.
"Well, there you go" proclaimed Apollo "we just found that Olympus will fall in seventy or so years. Really," he said, now taking to Rachel "your prophecies are getting predictable."
"I…" began Rachel, but before she could go any further, a green fog appeared over her head and took the shape of a beautiful girl.
"Predictable?" it said "I've been making prophecies for hundreds of years. Do you know how hard it is to make them ominous, unpredictable, and poetic at the same time? That's it, you can give this job to some other fortune telling spirit. I quit!" With that, it disappeared, and Rachel collapsed.
"Uh," Annabeth said as I lifted Rachel up again, "was that supposed to happen?"
"No," Apollo muttered"
it wasn't. I guess I'll have to give Zeus the bad news. He's not going to like the new prophecy.
We'll, that's it for this chapter. If people like it, I might update it with some more. So review. Some creative criticism would be helpful; flames are accepted if you really must. Just review. One, out.