At Long last, I have finally written another chapter, I hope you enjoy it. :-)
A child of two demigods,
Will fight and survive to face the odds,
Stacked against favor with care,
Not to harm even a single hair.
Without fear a hero is made,
But in the end, fear means one cannot be saved.
A sad fate awaits the child at last,
Before birth, one shall breathe her last.
I wake up screaming, the prophecy Annabeth was given almost two weeks ago. That makes three prophecies since mine, Jason, Tyson, and Annabeth. Jason is back from his quest and has been for almost three weeks, but Tyson is still missing. But what concerns me most of all is the fact that Annabeth's prophecy speaks of a child to be born of two demigods, and some girl breathing her last.
I fear for Annabeth's life, and she knows it. Even though she tries to hide it from me and from everybody else, I know that she too is afraid, both for the child and for whoever will breathe her last. The thing that disconcerts me the most is what Jason's prophecy says though:
Alone one must travel all over again,
Through fire, torture, evil, and rain.
Without an end the path is sought,
A battle lost, but never fought,
A single goal, clouding the mind.
A seeker knows not what he will find.
A place without mercy,
A place without death,
A place where a hero,
Takes his last breath.
But even more puzzling is what Tyson's prophecy says:
Without knowledge of pleasure or pain,
A path is followed, all in vain.
A quest long forgot,
A hero knows not.
What has risen and fallen,
Has not long forgotten,
Those who dug his grave,
The world, which is now his,
To hide from or brave.
There is one thing that each of these prophecies have in common though, they all are like mine, where two lines seem thrown in there at random. There is only one problem, we cannot seem to fit them together in any way that would allow for a prophecy to spring out that made any sense whatsoever. Until we figure this out, and until Tyson gets back, we are stuck while the world's days slowly come closer and closer to ending. Twice now we have been attacked at our bourders, the monsters gathering in force. Word was recieved from camp Jupiter that they are being overrun by monsters and that they need help so Chiron has gone to get the Party Ponies to help them out, leaving us here with fatass Dionysus who is too busy playing Pinochole with himself to even bother with the rest of us lowly demigods.
Annabeth stirs beside me and I lie back down on our soft bed. She curls up close to me and I wrap my arms around her, kissing the top of her blonde head. I feel fingers beginning to wriggle themselves up my sides in an attempt to tickle me. Before she can get to that special spot on my side, just below my arms but not my armpit, I grab her hands and push them down, causing her to squeak.
"What was that?" I ask amid laughter.
Annabeth looks at me, her face red, "You startled me."
"Well, you are starting to get lazy, princess." I say with a smirk on my face.
"Don't call me princess," Annabeth whines.
"Well what should I call you then wise girl?" I chuckle.
"Annabeth's my name and I am sticking to it." She says before rolling out of the bed.
As her bare feet touch the ground I cannot help but picture what it would be like to see her walking in with a little bundle of joy, all snuggled up in a blanket and sucking on her finger. Almost as soon as that image claws its way into my mind, I sweep it away, now is no time to be raising a family. Annabeth walks naked over to the closet and pulls her blue silk pajamas over her smooth, bare skin; throws her robe on and slips into her slippers. Looking at me, she smiles and walks out of the bedroom.
I get up to chase after her, throwing on my pants as I chase her out the front door and onto the beach. She is standing there, staring out at the water as the wind blows furiously against her body.
"When will Tyson be back?" She asks me.
"I miss him too you know." I smile at her.
"Yeah, but I know he can take care of himself, I am worried about Ella though, she is going crazy with worry. Everybody who tries to enter that cabin is Tyson until she gets close to them and then she attacks you." Annabeth says.
"I know, we all worry about her too." I say.
We turn around and start to trudge back to the house.
"Is something wrong with Ella?" A familiar voice says from behind us.
We spin around and see, "Tyson!" Annabeth and I shout together as we tackle him, knocking him over for once.
"Nice to see you too Percy and Annabeth, brother and sister, I missed Ella, where is she?" Tyson asks as he stands up, us still latched onto his neck for dear life.
"In the Poseidon cabin, moping." I say as Annabeth and I detatch ourselves from Tyson as he takes off running towards the Poseidon cabin.
Annabeth looks at me and I understand her look. It is time to give the Prophecy riddle another try. We go inside to begin attempting to decipher it once more.
We start by pulling out the box with the four prophecies written out on paper, along with several dozen notebooks and about a billion broken pencils and inkless pens. Anabeth grabs a pen and scribbles on her hand until she gets it working. Grabbing a notebook, she flips to an empty page almost immediately. I am still wondering how she does that.
"So, let's take a look at what we have so far." She begins.
"Four prophecies, all with what feels like something not right about them. Mine was easy as to what was not supposed to be in there 'The fallen darkness arises at last, Work hard before the day all demigods die comes to pass.' Sitting in the middle of my prophecy was too easy to find it out." I say.
Annabeth writes down my segment on the paper and looks at Jason's prophecy, the next one to come up (about a week after I got back) and then she sits up straight and pulls out her knife.
"Annabeth, what are you doing?" I ask, concerned I may have done something that has caused her to go psycho crazy as some rational people tend to under stress.
"Relax Percy, I am using this to - well, you'll see." She says with a smirk.
"Somehow that doesn't relax me." I sarcastically reply.
Annabeth rolls her eyes at me as she cuts the prophecied on paper into strips, one strip per line before beginning to rearrange them.
"It looks like a puzzle, except with words." I say, beginning to get dizzy as some of the words began to float around my head.
All Four Prophecies one after another in order of occurrence:
You shall go west alone without friends,
A sister to save has the means to an ends,
The fallen darkness arises at last,
Work hard before the day all demigods die comes to pass,
In your hands Olympus lies again,
You fail to complete the task in the end.
Alone one must travel all over again,
Through fire, torture, evil, and rain.
Without an end the path is sought,
A battle lost, but never fought,
A single goal, clouding the mind.
A seeker knows not what he will find.
A place without mercy,
A place without death,
A place where a hero,
Takes his last breath.
Without knowledge of pleasure or pain,
A path is followed, all in vain.
A quest long forgot,
A hero knows not.
What has risen and fallen,
Has not long forgotten,
Those who dug his grave,
The world, which is now his,
To hide from or brave.
A child of two demigods,
Will fight and survive to face the odds,
Stacked against favor with care,
Not to harm even a single hair.
Without fear a hero is made,
But in the end, fear means one cannot be saved.
A sad fate awaits the child at last,
Before birth, one shall breathe her last.
If anybody manages to figure out the proper order for the lines in the prophecy and sends them to me then I will have you help me to write the next chapter. You have been challenged. . .