Chapter 4. The Shakespearian Drama called My Life.
Percy's POV
First of all, I think I'll recount things on the need to know so the story won't be rigged.
Artemis and I did something that I think both of us regret. Once dad found out, I'm dead. Once her dad found out, she's dead. If Olympus found out, we're both dead.
She didn't talk to me for days which made me grow guiltier each time the sun goes down. Guilt would be a giant right now.
I had to ask the oracle. Then Rachel said, "Vows of the moon will break. The Son of the sea shall rise. Yet bonds shall seek to divide until the unexpected arrives".
Before I get to think about the prophecy Apollo walks in and plays protective brother which made me question my most feared gods. Did something bad happen to Artemis? Apollo made Hades look like he was the merciful one.
After that episode I try to think of the prophecy in my cabin. Vows of the moon will break. That doesn't sound too good. Since Artemis symbol is the moon and her vow is to be a maiden forever, I am dead. How many times have I told this to myself? The son of the sea shall rise. Are they going to try to make me a god? Or just be put up in shame (I'm only 19 and that's not mature enough especially to a god)? Another quest maybe? Yet bonds shall seek to divide until the unexpected arrives. Could it possibly be friends trying to cut something? And assuming the last line if Artemis is pregnant since that is the moat unexpected thing I could think of related to the prophecy, it will all end there. I gave up interpreting tricky prophecies. Being sea-child, I go wherever the sea takes me. I guess.
Then I get this funny feeling about Nathan Troy from the Apollo cabin. First Apollo himself then his kids are (I presume) out to get me (freak me out, in short).
Then I get to arts and crafts making "Paper Doomers". Kind of cool in a way, making bigger-volume paper cuts on enemies could be helpful and less trash means less sea dump so I was okay with it. After a while (like 10 minutes), my hands started to smell rusty though.
"Hey!" I heard someone sneak from behind me, almost causing me to fling the lethal paper dagger. I saw it was Nathan which made me more tempted to fling the piece of paper but making the smallest offense to Apollo now was not at the top of my list.
"Don't sneak up on me! I could make a bunch of these and fling it at you. Recycle and do it all over again." I warned with a serious glare.
"Sorry, could I ask you to make a few more? Since Chiron is at some Party Ponies meeting and there's no archery class, we thought you could make some. We need stuff at the Apollo cabin; we're trying to go green." He said.
"Sure?" I don't have anything better to do at this time anyway.
I stayed at the arts cabin until I heard snarling of really big dogs behind me. I dropped the materials on hand and grabbed riptide. I killed it in a snap and got back to working before the horn was blown for dinner.
"Hey Percy, how many have you done?" Nathan asked from behind me while I was cutting my barbeque to portions.
"Quite a lot actually, maybe 15?" I tried to recall. I think I made 30 all in all but a paper daggers and Greek creatures from the underworld don't actually mix that well.
"Thanks, could I have them?"
"Sure, I'll get them at the arts cabin right after dinner."
"Thanks again." He left me to eat my dinner and make a burnt offering.
After dinner, I went to the arts cabin to get the weapons from the table I've been working on. I noticed the pair of scissors gleamed even though the only light source in the place was from out the door. I picked up the shears and looked at it closely. Then a memory suddenly went back into my mind. This belonged to my most loved underworld people, next to the de Angelo's of course.
"Percy Jackson!" I heard the voice of three old women blending into one. I turned around and saw the three standing right next to each other. "Give us the shears." The middle one said.
The sister on the right pulled up a string and I gulped. I don't have a really great feeling about this. But I followed what I was asked to do. I gave them the pair of scissors slowly and retracted my arm in a snap.
"Very good of you to cooperate this time but you're crimes are not forgivable. Good bye Perseus." I drew Riptide from my pocket and tried to slash off the middle sister who was cutting the string but it was too late.
