So, here's a nice long chapter. Please comment and review, anything that can help me become a better writer.
Anyways, back to when the prophecy started.
"Death, thief, and nature's song shall go west against all odds,
To find the weapon of all the gods,
One will be lost at a monster's claw
One shall be found, sliced oped raw,
To end his days, the battlefield will weep at his hand,
And she shall wield her weapon till her last stand."
As Jack finished his prophecy, the green mist died down and he returned to his normal, chipper self.
May I mention a few things about Jack? He is around five foot two with fair skin and brown hair. He inhabits the Spirit of Delphi, the Greek prophet, that's
what all the green mist is about. He is the first, and most likely the only, male oracle. He has a brown and white patched seeing eye dog named Buddy- oh
yeah, he's blind. Completely. But it doesn't matter because the spirit of the oracle doesn't need a host that can see. Actually, the spirit has helped him with
the whole sight thing a little, but let's not go into the details.
The prophecy was directed towards me, great. I mean, I've always wanted a quest, but then... You know, let's just not go there. I was speechless. Campers
had already been on their way to the pavilion for breakfast, so that meant that all of them that were surrounding Chiron, Jack, and me with their mouths
wide open had heard the prophecy that was directed towards me. Not to mention the fact that the prophecy hinted that at least two people would die along
the way.
"Nico, I suggest you eat some breakfast and then we can talk about the prophecy." Chiron said.
"Okay," I replied flatly.
I went to a table, and was joined by Denny, who had heard the prophecy, but, luckily, didn't want to talk about it.
I'll admit, I wasn't to hungry, I mean, I'm not much of a breakfast person, but when told mysterious information about your future and then expected to then
continue on like nothing happened until it happens, who would be?
So, I finished a mini pancake, and then went to the Big House, a large, four story, light blue painted wooden paneled house with a wrap-around porch, to talk
to Chiron.
Maybe I should describe Chiron. He's roughly three-thousand years old, but doesn't look a day over forty. With short-trimmed brown hair and a beard that
have hints of grey, he's fairly handsome. (But what can I say, I'm a guy.) But, in his brown eyes shows three-thousand years of wisdom and sadness. He is a
centaur; half man, half horse. His horse half, is a white stallion, but where the neck and head of a horse would be, is a human body from the waist up. He
stands taller than any man and has a bow and a quiver of arrows strapped to his back. Despite his size, he can put his lower half into a wheel chair with fake
legs, so he can pass as human. He was not in the wheelchair now.
"I believe that we should discuss your next move, Nico." Chiron said as I entered.
"Yeah." I replied.
I wasn't to excited, I mean, it wasn't like I asked for this.
"The first line of the prophecy said, 'Death, thief, and nature's song shall go west against all odds.'" Chiron stated.
"M-hm." I nodded along.
"I believe that that's a hint for who you are supposed to bring." Chiron continued.
"Thief and nature's song," I remembered, "do you think that could mean a child of Hermes and a satyr?"
It makes the most sense as Hermes is the god of thieves and satyrs are musically talented, or at least most of them." Chiron ventured.
"Yeah, I think I'll bring Denny and Hunter." I decided.
"Okay, well off you go. You can leave at noon. Better tell them and get packed." Chiron finished.
I could tell that that was it, so I said goodbye and headed out the door to tell two of my three friends at camp that we were going to go on a life-threatening
quest to find a sword and one, if not two, of us will die along the way. Hooray.