"I wouldn't die alone. He said I wouldn't die alone and that... That the one... That I would see the one I loved most turn against me. Or something like that."

"We-" Annabeth was cut of by a shriek. And (t)hen we started to plummet.

It's me again! Sorry for the typo on the last chapter.. I'm too lazy to change it. Anyway, onwards!

Blackjack had dropped out from under us. He was hurt badly, a spear sticking out from his shoulder. It never really occurred to me to check where the spear had come from.

And then I realized we weren't falling.

"Why aren't we falling?" I asked hesitantly. I stretched out towards the injured pegasus, moving easily towards him.

"Are you ok?" I said quietly. "This is going to hurt, but bear with me, ok?" I gripped the base of the spear and pulled. As he shrieked, the spear flew out and spiraled down towards the clouds. And the cut healed by itself.

"Is that a cool thing that pegasus can do?" I whispered, "cool." Blackjack flew off, listing slightly.

"Watch it!" I looked up to see a black mass of cloud speeding towards me. Like the darkness in my dream. I panicked. But the cloud dissolved as soon as it touched me. I thought I heard another scream as it vaporized.

"Come on!" Leo pulled me up beside him on his horse. Annabeth was sitting behind Piper.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked quizzically. I hadn't done anything after all.

"I mean, you just killed three storm spirits. Usually they don't just dissolve like that. Do they?"

"How am I supposed to know? I'm the new kid, remember?"

"How could I forget? But new kids can't fly either. Or heal pegasus'"

"You mean you can't do that?" I trailed off, thinking. "Then why can I?"

"I was going to ask you that." Leo grinned. "But I'm not going to worry about it. You look pretty tired."

"I just woke up." I said, but to my surprise, I was tired. "But I'm just going to rest a little, I guess..."

Sleep came almost instantaneously.

Leo

She fell asleep pretty quickly. As soon as she finished speaking, she put her arms around my waist and fell asleep.

"Looking good, Leo!" Piper grinned, pointing at Grace.

"Shut up." I mumbled.

"Actually," Annabeth lowered her voice. "Nico looks pretty scary."

He did, glowering at nothing in particular.

"He doesn't like riding winged creatures in general." Piper commented. "His father is the god of the Underworld and all..."

"I guess that makes sense." Annabeth conceded.

Fifteen minuted Grace woke up with a jolt that nearly went her flying off of the horse. Her grip around my waist tightened and I choked.

"Easy," I gasped. "I can't breathe."

"I'm sorry..."

"Bad dream?" we were all sympathetic. Every demigod had their fair share of nightmares. 75% of them actually happened.

"Yeah. But I can't remember it. Only bits and pieces as usual. Oh-!" I could see the dream flowing back into her. I didn't press for details until she started trembling. I felt sorry for her, being launched into all of our demigod stuff and then being sent on a quest the day after.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah... fine..." She suddenly felt really cold. "She was quoting Shakespeare..."

"Who was quoting Shakespeare?"

"Be not afraid; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twanging instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again; and then in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open, and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked
I cried to dream again."

"What's that from?" I asked a little wearily.

"The Tempest, Act 3 Scene 2. She was.. singing it."

"Who was singing it?"

"Her... the face in the dark..." She shuddered.

I was getting a little concerned.

Grace

The dream had been terrifying. Because I couldn't see anything except for face, only discernible from the darkness because it was of a denser black.

She said, Hello little champion of the gods, how have you been? The words sent shivers up my spine despite of the casualness of her tone. Be not afraid; the isle is full of noises. Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twanging instruments, will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again; and then in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches. Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked I cried to dream again And then, I was like, what?

Yes, you are the champion of the gods, little hero. she disappeared and a different face took her place.

Wisdom's daughter walks alone,

The mark of Athena burns through Rome.

Twins snuff out the angel's breath,

Who holds the key to endless death.

Giant's bane stands gold and pale

Won through pain from a woven jail.

Death will follow death,

And loved ones will take a final breath.

A hero to lead an army to the last war

A shake the world to it's core

To turn back on a tortured life

And bring down the final knife

To end all suffering

And still the song goes on.

I chose to only tell them the first part of the prophecy.

"She said it. Wisdom's daughter walks alone. the mark of Athena burns through Rome. Twins snuff out the angel's breath, who holds the key to endless death. Giant's bane stands gold and pale, won through pain from a woven jail."

Leo looked upset.

So it must've been the end of the world.