It all started yesterday when Rachel ran out of her cave, screaming her lungs out. At the time, I was climbing the rock wall, and nearly lost my left foot because I was so distracted. Thanks a lot.
Anyway, after she finished her dramatic entrance, she collapsed in the middle of the amphitheater. I quickly rappelled down the rock wall, nearly losing my right foot in the process, but I can't blame that on Rachel. After unclipping my line, I hurried over. Her eyes had rolled back into her skull, so only the whites were showing, and a dark green mist was starting to smoke from every pore. A crowd quickly gathered, and after placing her on the customary three legged stool, she opened her mouth and began to issue a prophecy.
Half-bloods of nine shall go to the lands,
Lost city of Atlantis, buried Romans, and,
The needle of space, find the Herculean Tree,
Nine shall return, but will they still know thee?
At specified places they must find,
Things which sap of said tree will forcefully bind,
My vase has gone missing, and without a doubt,
Nine half-bloods must find it before time runs out.
Then she collapsed.
So typical.
Yeah, that chapter was pretty short too. Whaddya think of my prophecy? Pretty good, eh?
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