Beginning Notes: I'm sorry, I had a writers block. I hope you guys won't get mad due to the early prophecy... I'll explain how Max got the prophecy in the end notes.

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Now that I think about it, I might actually have plot armor. I was falling, and I saw Francis running to my rescue. Could this day get any worse? Ever since, the last time I got in this major trouble was when I saw my mom scolding me for picking the vegetables from our huge garden too early. Hey, you couldn't really blame me. She knew I loved doing that ever since I was a kid, and that was a year ago. That sweet memory was actually the last thing I remembered before going black.

Yep, you heard me. I fell and hit my head hard. It hurt so much, if I could describe the pain, I would describe it as getting hit on the head with a metal baseball bat. But shouldn't I be dead right now? I fell from such a high place, I should've cracked my head right now. Only if I knew what else happened to me. I heard some muffled screams as I slowly drifted to my pit of darkness.

I probably got a concussion, that's bad since I never one before. That means I couldn't handle the sharp pain that keeps banging within my skull. It was like I was the gong, and me hitting the floor was the stick that banged on the gong, sending all awful feeling throughout my body.

Visions don't happen to me a lot. My mom and stepdad,(and yeah I have a stepdad so? He's so nice and caring to our family!), told me that if a vision comes, it's probably an omen and you're probably hallucinating. This wasn't the case for hallucinations, heck, I was probably going through a hazy dream.

My black mindscape slowly morphed into a peaceful meadow, but to be precise, the meadow my mom used to take me everytime during her wedding anniversary with my dad. My actual dad. The dad I never knew. There were flowers surrounding a giant oak tree, standing tall and mighty with its beautiful green leaves. The lillies and honeysuckle flowers were where me and mom sat and had our picnic for the little event, right under the tree's shade. I was overwhelmed by the sweet aroma and gentle breeze of the spring. I shouldn't be able to smell or feel the wind. That's when I realized I couldn't move.

I tried moving a leg up forward but was restricted. This was like I was controlled by the Force, but no one was controlling me. This is my mindscape, so why can't I control my own body?

Suddenly, the peaceful and wispy clouds started to turn dark and grew big as they started to produce thunder and rain. The wind grew strong as I almost felt I was going to be swept off my feet and into the storm. I tried my best to look through the rain as it was pouring heavily. I saw my mom. Her long blonde hair tied in a bun, her bright blue eyes, the splash of freckles which I didn't have, and what stood out from her the most was her necklace. Her gold necklace gleamed in the cold and dark weather, the briolette-cut amethyst hung from the center, and the best thing was that there was a diamond charm that was styled to look like a heart hung in the front. That was my dad's engagement gift to mom before they married.

I almost thought this was her until she opened her mouth to talk, and oh boy it didn't sound like her at all.

"Max Carrol. You have come and delivered." The voice literally sounded horrible. It was as if you rubbed styrofoam and some pyrite/ any type of rock together and boom, that's your voice. Her raspy voice sounded like she was croaking or wheezing. Pick any of the two.

I wanted to speak, but I couldn't due to whatever restriction I had. The storm got worse as I saw a tornado coming our way. My "mom's" eyes started to glow a faint green and green smoke engulfed the meadow, the giant oak tree was in flames, now all I could smell was smoke. I wanted to cry, my place, no, my dad and mom's favorite place was now destroyed and ruined. "Mom" looked at me as the smoke surrounded me and her. She lifted both of her hands as she gave me some words I didn't understand.

"For the son borne from the unknown man,

Gods and goddesses not amongst they can

Allow the child find their path

Concealed location by the lost memories wrath

Within the roots of Hermes child

Shall he meet the reconciled

Until the three find their way

The fate of the last cannot be saved."

Smokey gray engulfed me as I tried my best to remember the lines. Good thing I have a good memory! That's what always saves me in tests and quizzes! The scene changed as I stood upon a hill with a girl with her face hidden and standing under a tree's shade.

"You have no idea what's going on do you?" Her words wash over me like a warm sunny day as I nodded. Or attempted to anyway as the girl groaned. "You're Max Carrol right?"

She seems to have just noticed that I couldn't move as she face palmed herself.

"Ah right, this is a dream. Got it." She stepped out of the shadow to reveal herself. She wore a long white sleeveless dress, her auburn hair seemed to be on fire was in a french-braid as she was barefoot. Her eyes were glowing orange, no pupil and no iris. Just orange. (Should I mention Orange Justice? Maybe not…) She smiled warmly at me as she walked towards me. " I haven't tried doing this in a very long time, you're the first one I've ever come contact to. Not that you're my son or anything. You're mother does kind of looks like me huh?"

She actually does, her face looks like hers anyways. She had a perfect tan this lady, she looked like one of those models on TV. She might as well look like a daughter from a lumberjack, kinda like Wendy from Gravity Falls.

"You must wake up. Your friends must be worried." I was shocked. I completely forgot about Francis! And I completely forgot about what my well-being was! I looked at the mystery girl once again as she looked back at me curiously. "Hurry. The gods would be furious if I were to stay here any longer." The hill started to get dark as the mystery girl's hair started to glow orange as I saw the burning embers float from her fiery locks. She mouthed one more word as the scene started to fade away.

"Go."

As she said that, I immediately felt cold. My head still hurt as I started to hear mumbles around me as I continued to float in the cold, dark, murky waters of my mind. Until I tasted something sour with a mix of umami. I snap back into reality.

I sat straight up as bright light entered my sight. Right in my mouth, was a yellow square. Francis was next to me, and I was on a bed. A hospital bed. Was I in the nurse's office? I groaned as I chewed on the square thing, I thought it was medicine but it tasted like my favorite food which was my stepdad's homemade borscht soup. The pain started to dull as my mind started to clear up, I just look at Francis crazy.

"Dude… What just happened? What happened to Cy!?" Francis winces as he made a silent gesture by zipping his lips. I looked around me as I sat up. I didn't even feel pain anymore as I got off the bed, but as I set foot on the ground, I just stumble as I grabbed for the bed.

"He's dead. You shouldn't have even did that. Gosh, now I have to explain to your mom of why you're even like this. Why didn't I call in a protector earlier?" I wanted to comfort Francis. It's my fault. It's all my fault.

"Francis… It isn't your fault. I'll explain to my mo–" Francis waved his hand at me, dismissing my attempt to help him out.

"No, I should've ran away with you in the first place. You would've been much more safer if I told you all about this earlier." I looked at him confused as I remembered the weird dream/ vision I had.

"Wait, does this have to do some weird poem? Or girl?" Francis looked at me curiously.

"What poem? And what girl? Considering you, you would never joke around." I grumble.

"Why would I joke after a guy turned into a giant–"

"Cyclops." I rolled my eyes.

"–cyclops after the guy dropped me and I almost died?" Francis shrugged.

"Tell me what you saw. Then I'll tell you what you need to know." I nodded.

"So there was a lady, and she looked like my mom and started saying a poem of some kind. The thing is, that I have a great memory so you're lucky and I'm lucky. She said,

For the son borne from the unknown man,

Gods and goddesses not amongst they can

Allow the child find their path

Concealed location by the lost memories wrath

Within the roots of Hermes child

Shall he meet the reconciled

Until the three find their way

The fate of the last cannot be saved." I took in a deep breath. This was overwhelming. That guilt was lifted upon me.

Francis looked at me shocked as he put his hand over his mouth. He choked a sob as he looked down.

"I can't believe it." I look at him worried.

"You can't believe what?" He looked like he wanted to thank me for saving the entire world from ultimate despair. Which I didn't.

"It's been months ever since Rachel went off to Camp Jupiter with Tyson and Ella. And Apollo hasn't even defeated Python yet." I raised a brow. I didn't understand a single thing he said.

"Soooo?" He shook his head.

"You had a vision from the gods. A prophecy has been spoken."

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End Notes:

Sonthe reason of how he even got the prophecy was because Rachel probably found a prophecy from Ella and already sent it to Camp HalfBlood. And then that might mean that when Francis went to get Max, the prophecy was sent to camp after the battle with Cy. So that's when Max gets his vison of the prophecy. I hope it isn't too confusing. I'm sorry, but I'll try to play along with it as I go. I'll try to fix it as I go.