Ahhhhh... the fourth chapter! I've been waiting for this. This is my prophecy chapter, enjoy!

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But, I'll get it someday, and it's little dog too! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!

"She's arrived."

"What do you mean, 'she's arrived?'" Conner asked, tightening his grip on Arabella's waist.

Chiron simply chose to ignore Conner's question, "Percy, Grover. Take her to the infirmary. Annabeth walk with me."

Conner looked at the girl in his arms, worried, as if he were afraid she'd deteriorate into dust in a matter a seconds, but he knew that wouldn't happen. She had just displayed amazing power, albeit with very little control. It was obvious Chiron was fearful of her, but as for what reason, Conner did not know. Chiron had seen many things, being a trainer of heroes for as long as he's been, but Arabella didn't seem like someone to freak out over. She was just like Percy, just an extremely powerful demigod.

Chiron gave one last look to the unconscious girl before he turned away, Annabeth in her position his side. Percy cupped his hand and whispered something into Grover's ear; then he looked at Conner with an apologetic half-smile. Percy approached the two and pried Arabella from Conner's arms, while Grover tried his best to hold Conner back, who obviously didn't want Arabella to be taken from him.

Percy lifted Arabella into his arms and carried her downhill an old dirt path to the infirmary. After about two minutes of constant struggling, Conner managed to push Grover off entirely, but Grover hooked onto Conner's leg. Grover tightened his grip, preventing Conner from pulling him off. Then he went boneless, adding his deadweight to Conner.

"Sorry about this man, nothing personal."

Conner shrugged, as he continued in his attempt walk to the infirmary, one leg limping with Grover's weight.

"What's wrong, Chiron?" Annabeth asked, as soon as they were out of earshot of the other campers.

"The oldest prophecy." Chiron answered, refusing eye contact with her. "And I thought it was just a story."

Annabeth was a smart girl, despite the stereotype of blonde hair. She had been at camp since she was seven years old, and she knew full well when Chiron was worried about something, even when he hid it from everyone else. And this "oldest prophecy," obviously scared the hades out of him.

"What is it?" Annabeth fiddled with her loose curls. "The oldest prophecy?"

Chiron sighed, as he flicked his tail, in discomfort.

"The Bane of Apollo shall take it's hold,

the thief and the light's quest foretold.

The Sun shall blacken in endless rage,

only to be healed by the sunlight sage."

Annabeth listened intently, trying to make sense of the prophecy, which would never happen. No one could understand a prophecy, everything was exactly opposite. As soon as you thought you figured it out, it changed, and you were left clueless again.

Annabeth looked curiously at Chiron, "What is the Bane of Apollo?"

Chiron looked up to the shining sun, as if seeing Apollo himself, "An ancient spirit. It is supposed to be a great blessing from Apollo, though I would call it more of a parasite. It lives in a host body, and in return it shows impressive power through the host. It is extremely protective of it's host, and very dangerous."

"Dangerous?"

"Yes. In all my years, I have never met anyone hosting the Bane. I never imagined anyone could."

"Why couldn't someone host it?" Annabeth asked, though she was quite sure of the answer.

"From what I've heard, the Bane of Apollo does not like the... limits of the host body. The Bane loves freedom, and power, and the human body can rarely take that. It's like supporting another being inside you, one who always wants to escape. Many who have tried to support it have gone insane, and ended up killing themselves."

Annabeth stopped abruptly in her tracks, causing Chiron to stop as well, "Do you believe that Arabella, per say, is this host for the Bane?"

Chiron began to walk—rather, trot—again, "Yes. I have suspected since she first arrived, and after that display, my theory has been confirmed. I believe that Arabella is the Bane of Apollo."

Annabeth had never been so conflicted, "What do we do?"

"The oldest prophecy spoke of a thief, and it seems that Conner Stoll has taken a certain liking to her." Chiron winked, humorously at her.

Annabeth nodded in agreement, chuckling at Conner's obsession for her, "The sun shall blacken in endless rage? That doesn't sound very good, what does it mean?"

"I agree. I imagine it means that someone will try to eliminate the sun—Apollo—at it's source: the sun chariot. I have recieved news that the chariot, as well as Apollo, have gone missing."

Annabeth looked up, and felt the sun's warmth. She shielded her eyes with her hands, from the light. The sun looked as bright and as healthy as ever. Annabeth felt confused, and slight disbelief. Perhaps Chiron was playing a joke on her. For if Apollo was missing, shouldn't the sun be gone as well?

"But the sun is still in the sky." Annabeth spoke her thoughts.

Chiron smiled at her, "Yes, child. The Sun is still there, and it will not go away as long at the sun chariot is in existance. Apollo's attendants are currently keeping the sun in place to prevent alarm amongst the mortals. However if the sun chariot is destroyed than the fuel to the sun will vanish, and Apollo will slowly fade away."

"Why would Apollo fade?"

The two rounded a corner passing the arena. A pair of campers jogged up to Chiron, it was obvious they were newbies. Every other camper, even seaweed-brained Percy, knew not to come to Chiron when he was talking with someone of high rank, such as Annabeth. Chiron simply waved them off with a swish of his tail, and he and Annabeth continued on.

"Every god is tied to their chosen place of power." Chiron answered.

"Isn't that their thrones? Isn't that where Kronos tried to destory them?"

Despite the fact Annabeth had been there when Kronos had tried to destroy the gods by their thrones, she still asked. She didn't exactly remember most of it, because of sheer pain; both mental and physical. All the details of that war were a little fuzzy to Annabeth, as she was half-alive most of the time.

Chiron ignored her mention of Kronos, "When the gods took power, they had the choice of where to tie their power to. Many choose their thrones as an act of pride, where heroes will cower before their might. But Apollo chose his most prized posession: his sun chariot. Not even his bow and his quiver of arrows can compare to it."

Annabeth nodded, quickly understanding as she was a child of Athena. Chiron smiled at her, this is why he always came to her when he needed someone at his right hand. She was brilliant, she could take any scenario, and comprehend it in a a matter of moments.

"I understand." She said what Chiron already knew. "But what about the last line? 'Only to be healed by the sunlight sage?'"

Chiron stopped in his path and thought for a moment, as Annabeth stood and waited for him, as she knew to do. She kept her mouth shut and let Chiron play out his options; this was serious business, and he needed quiet. She often craved quiet too when she thought of an idea or a new building design, but that's usually when Percy walked through the door and started bothering her. Annabeth smiled at the thought of her Seaweed Brain, and his ignorance, but that's why she loved him.

Chiron finally opened his mouth to speak, "I can only imagine that's Apollo or perhpas even Arabella."

Annabeth agreed with him, "I hope this 'sunlight sage' is on our side."

"Yes, Annabeth, one can only hope."

Sorry this chapter was kind of short. The whole time I was writing it and every time I wrote "The Bane" I kept thinking, "someone is going to review and tell me about Batman, I just know it." LOL!

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