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Percy
As they headed back to the legion one cabin, Hazel asked,
"When will you be going?"
Percy snapped out of his daydream of nothing and replied,
"What?"
"When will you be leaving for the quest, Percy?" Gwendolyn
repeated Hazel's question, right in my ear.
"Oh. Um… I guess tomorrow morning. That way we'll be able to
travel in daylight. And fewer monsters will come after us if it isn't night."
"Percy, how do you know that?"
Percy sighed. "I really don't know."
"Well then. Tomorrow at six you'll be leaving," Hazel
declared snappily. Man, these people got harsher by the minute.
"Okay." Then, gathering his courage, Percy queried, "Why were most of
the people at the meeting speaking Latin or whatever?"
Gwendolyn and Hazel rolled their eyes at each other as if
the answer should be obvious. Percy knew that it probably was.
"Percy," Gwendolyn started, disappointment mixed in with
a lot of impatience, "this is a camp where we worship the Roman gods. So we
follow the Roman traditions. What language did they speak in Rome?"
"Latin?" Percy replied.
"That's right. Congratulations!" Gwendolyn cheered sarcastically. "And we all – well, except
for you, Lilly, and that other person – all come here by the age of
four. So Lupa raises us, speaking Latin. Some of us take English
lessons from the Minerva kids if we want to have a chance at getting into the
first legion."
Percy thought about that. It made sense. 'Percy, you're such a Seaweed Brain', a
voice said in his head. He didn't know why, but he thought it came from that
girl in his dream.
They arrived at the cabin, and Percy suggested that he
should go and find Lilly and Dakota.
"Just go and get ready, already!" was the response he got
out of Hazel.
Percy walked around, and decided that Lilly would most
likely be at the archery range, so he headed over to where he thought the
archery range was. He found it after a few minutes of wandering. Then Percy
found Bobby and Lilly practicing together. Man, Bobby's eyes disturbed Percy.
They reminded him of that girl in his dreams.
"Lilly!" Percy called out. He started jogging towards them,
but he accidentally got into an archers way, and that guy started rambling off
in Latin and Percy didn't think it was very complimentary to sons of Neptune.
When he had finally made it over to Lilly, he immediately
explained to her and Bobby what had happened during the meeting. Once he
finished, there was a stunned silence from the two listeners and a few
eavesdroppers.
"Let's go," Lilly pulled him away. "I thought I saw Dakota
over near the spear-fighting arena."
Ten minutes later, Dakota was caught up to speed and Percy
was waiting in the Neptune area for Dakota to come back with supplies. As he
was sitting on his rock hard bed, Percy began to think about the prophecies.
All three of them.
Prophecy number one:
A demigod of the eldest gods
For some reason, Percy saw six heads of black hair. Each one
was paired with another one. Two of them were un clear, but three of them were
the big three gods. P-Neptune, Hades – no. Pluto, and Jupiter. The last one was
himself, Percy.
Shall reach sixteen against all odds,
Nothing came this time.
And see the world in endless sleep,
There was a flash of people lying on streets, sleeping.
The hero's soul cursed blade shall reap.
There was that blond girl again. And a blond boy. And a
knife.
A single choice will end his days,
Percy saw himself, holding a knife, and then he saw a flash
of that blond boy.
Olympus to preserve or raze.
Nothing came except ruins.
Prophecy number two:
Seven half-bloods will 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.
The only thing that stood out for this whole prophecy was
green smoke and red hair.
Suddenly Dakota was standing over him.
"Whoa!" Percy yelled, startled, and fell backwards, off the
other end of the bed.
Dakota eyed him, his expression distaste mingled with
humor. "Come on, pack up your stuff and then we'll go train. You'll need it if
you're leading this quest."
Percy got up, took the bag and other stuff that Dakota was
holding out for him, and started to pack. After packing his clothes and
toiletries, there were only two things left: a Thermos and a baggie of what
looked to be lemon squares.
As if Dakota had done this many times before, he started to
explain what they were. "There's nectar in the Thermos, and those lemon-y
squares are actual-"
"Ambrosia. They're nectar and ambrosia, the food and drink
of the gods," Percy cut him off.
"How did you know?"
"Okay, again with
the 'how did you know' stuff?" Percy sounded exasperated. "I don't know how I know! I just do."
"Okay, then. Let's go start training." Dakota walked out of
the room. Percy packed up the nectar and ambrosia, then followed the son of
Mercury outside.
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