Seven half-bloods shall answer the call,
To storm or fire the world must fall.
An oath to keep with a final breath,
And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death.
Percy tried his best to take Chiron's advice, he really did. But dispute his efforts to keep his mind and body occupied, he still ended up with free-time for his mind to wander. And of course, it wandered to the prophecy. After catching himself staring into space for the millionth time, he decided he would tell somebody who could actually do something about his worries. While Chiron had authority, he didn't have enough to really do anything.
The only one he could think of who would have the authority would be a god. And the only god he could ask at the moment was Dionysus, and he last time he had stopped hat low he had ended up looking like a baby. Maybe he could try to contact his father, Poseidon. Percy knew that his father would listen to him.
How to get his attention, that was there question. He knew his father was watching him, but not always. And Zeus was still the big man and was still upset at Poseidon. Then it occurred to Percy. If he told his father and Poseidon advises Zeus, would Zeus take action to fulfil his oath to be a better leader? By telling his father he could set the whole prophecy in motion.
Maybe telling him wasn't the greatest idea. But he still wanted to tell somebody with the power. Some god or goddess who was caring and wise and would listen to him. But if they told Zeus it would be all the same so it wouldn't matter.
This whole thought frustrated Percy. He felt as though he had to watch the world turn and change but not be able to do anything. Was this how the others felt when he was the one who got the chance to go on quests and seek glory? This thought made him feel bad but he quickly shrugged it off. It had turned out well in the end.
Percy knew that there was only one way to solve this problem. A quest. The thought of going on another quest again made him feel frustrated with himself and sorry for the other kids. He remembered how Clarice had acted when she had finally gotten a quest only for Percy and Annabeth to steal it from her. He remembered how she had called him an attention hog and other names which at the time had seemed ridiculous, but now it made more sense to him.
"Ugh," He muttered to himself. "Maybe I am an attention hog. I don't have to be involved with absolutely everything."
Nevertheless, that didn't change the fact that a quest was in order, even if he was not in it. He decided he should tell Chiron about his idea about the quest. Unfortunately, it would have to be run by Dionysus so he might as well tell both of them at the same time.
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"Absolutely not." Chiron told Percy. Though his voice was neutral –he never shouted- Percy could tell this idea upset him. "The quest you propose could trigger the prophecy, and quests are not to be created on a whim."
"I agree with Chiron." Dionysus said. "Your move Chiron."
As Chiron drew his cards Percy brought up his last and best argument.
"But the prophecy is going to come true no matter what, don't you think it is better to be prepared then to pretend like it isn't?"
"While that is true, Percy." Chiron informed him. "It is not our place to do something like that, not even Mr. D's place."
Percy sulking went back to his cabin which he had all to himself as there were no other half-blood children of Poseidon at the camp. Percy once again recalled the time when they had gone against orders to save Grover and find the golden fleece. If Percy and Annabeth wouldn't have gone, it wouldn't have worked out. Nobody would go on Clarisse on her ship haunted by the undead. With the three of them, the quest had been possible.
The prophecy that only Clarisse had heard had told her that she would fail without friends and fly home alone. Somehow, she had thought that if she had gone with anyone else she would fail. After Clarisse had told him these lines, they had used their money to send her to the camp with the fleece. They had even cleared Chiron's name.
So yes, it was possible to interpret a prophecy correctly. He had done it before and could do it again. He decided he would ask Annabeth and Grover what they thought and if they agreed to go, then they would go just like the Sea of Monsters all over again. He might even get a prophecy now that his friend Rachel Elisabeth Dare had hosted the Spirit of the Oracle of Delphi.
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