ATTENTION READERS: THIS IS IMPORTANT. If you read this fic at any time before 10/22/12, then I ask you to please go back and read it all again. It doesn't have to do so much with you forgetting what happened so much as I changed what happened. The story you remember isn't quite the same as the I'm continuing to write now. I edited stuff, and added new parts. I promise it's much better than last time.
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I woke up that morning full of excitement. It was about eight, as usual, and I could already hear exhilarated murmurs of kids heading to breakfast before the bash. They were catching up with their Roman friends, and chatting about what they expected the party to be like. The normal daily activities had been canceled, except for breakfast, since the bash was going to last all day. We'd be cooking actual barbeque over a bonfire on the beach. Normally we leave that up to the nymphs and their normal cooking utensils, but today we wouldn't be having normal meals in the pavilion. And so that meant we didn't have to make our cabin look even slightly presentable till the next morning.
Percy was already up and rummaging through his trunk, presumably looking for something clean to wear to breakfast. He eventually settled on an orange shirt, which looked pretty clean, and a pair of jeans, which he threw onto his bed. I think they were the ones he wore the previous day, but he'd probably only be wearing them for another hour or so, until he changed into his swim trunks.
I rolled back over, groaning. "I want to sleep for another ten hours," I told him, looking up at the ceiling, laying spread eagle on the bed. The sheets and comforter were in bunches, hanging off the side of the bed. I sat up and pushed them off, straightening my pajamas, which were in disarray from my messy sleeping habits. He patted my leg on his way out, and I rolled my eyes.
"You could," he said, catching himself on the doorframe, turning back to me, halfway out the door, "but then you'd miss the party," he was about to continue walking out to breakfast, when he turned to me again, "and word from the sea is that dad might make an appearance."
I groaned again, and rolled over, and off the bed, catching myself before I hit the ground, "I'm up!" I called, and stretched. Percy was already gone by then, but I roll my eyes anyway. I grabbed an orange Camp Half-Blood tank top, which was really just a camp shirt with the sleeves cut off (due to un unfortunate accident which involved the lava wall) and shorts from the dresser, and quickly changed into them, tossing the comforter back into place, so it at least looked like we had made an effort.
Deciding against taking any weapons into breakfast, I jogged out the door and up the hill to the pavilion. I waved at a few people on my way there, the few heroes still straggling behind. Not paying attention, I slammed right into the back of another demigod.
"Oh my gods, shit, sorry!" I cried, and knelt down to help Lou Ellen, a daughter of Hecate, with the lights she'd been carrying. They hadn't looked like they'd broken, but I looked them all over to see. They were lanterns that you hung in the yard or something, "Are these for the party?" I asked, holding one up, as we knelt in the grass.
"Yes, they are," she said softly, with her accent bleeding through. "Lacy asked me if I could help last minute."
We stood up, and I piled the last of the lanterns in her arms, and apologized once more, "I'm really sorry about that."
"It's alright," she nodded, and made her way to the beach, where there were a bunch of satyrs and Aphrodite kids with clipboards and pens looking rather serious.
I finally made it to breakfast, where I grabbed a plate of food from one of the nymphs. Standing in line with the rest of the stragglers, I tossed a piece of toast into the fire and whispered, "Hopefully you'll come for the party today. I think I've made my decision."
Sitting down next to Percy, who was having a conversation two tables away, I ate my breakfast in silence. Well, relative silence. I was silent. The rest of the campers in the pavilion were laughing and trading stories with friends, and talking about the bash. It started at eleven, and it was nearly nine, so we had a few hours, so breakfast wasn't in a rush. We were all taking our time.
Drew, who insisted on personally supervising everything that had to do with the beach bash personally, ran up, looking flustered. None of the Aphrodite campers were at breakfast, along with some of the other heroes. Jason wasn't at his table, and as I saw him arrive, I knew he was at camp, so I assumed he had been roped into helping by his girlfriend, Piper. Followed shortly by the latter, Drew stepped up on her table. Piper climbed up on the other side. That really couldn't have been hygienic, but I was sure the harpies would just clean it with lava later.
"ATTENTION," she said loudly, and I could feel the charmspeak leaking into her words. I had to listen. The rest of the kids went silent too, making the roaring of conversation trickle down to idle murmurs.
"Remember," Piper said, not using charmspeak now that everyone was paying attention, "the party starts at eleven this afternoon."
"But don't be afraid to be fashionably late," Drew interjected, hopping down from the table, holding out her hand to help Piper down.
"That's it guys, thanks!" she piped up, taking Drew's hand and jumping down next to her. Piper released Drew's hand and they turned and headed back towards the beach, chatting animatedly.
Percy and I were both done at this point, so with everyone else slowly trickling out of the mess hall, he stood up. "We have a few hours, want to head to the arena for an hour of sword fighting practice?"
"Sure," I told him, following him back to the cabin to grab our armor and my sword.
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After practice, I showered and head back to the cabin to change for the bash. On my way, I passed Emilie, who had decided to go after all. She was on her way back to her cabin to change into her swimsuit, which I realized I hadn't actually seen. And knowing Emilie, I probably wouldn't see, ever.
In my cabin, I pulled my suit and the wrap out of my trunk, and the box still containing my flip flops, and put them on the bed. I examined them, just to make sure they were still in one piece. Or two pieces, considering it was a two piece bathing suit. They looked as beautiful as ever.
I stripped, and slipped into the suit, managing to tie both parts of the top. I speculated that they were magically fitted, considering most of the mermaids I saw when I visited my dad had been wearing them. I took a step back, and looked in the mirror. I really liked the bathing suit.
I glanced down at the wrap on my bed, and the longer I looked at it, the less I found I actually wanted to wear it. It was pretty, yes, but it looked a bit more like a nightgown than a beach cover up. I decided to try it on over my suit before deciding if I was going to wear it, so I put it on, clasping the shell in the front. I felt funny for a moment, and then looked in the mirror. I was glowing faintly, and when I looked up, I saw that my hair and make up were done. I groaned, and realized that the cover up had a blessing of Aphrodite attached.
"Damn," I swore under my breath, and for a moment, I thought I heard the faint peal of laughter. I looked back in the mirror and saw that I actually… looked really good. I hadn't been wearing make up since I got to camp, as it was kinda pointless unless you were in the Aphrodite cabin. It wasn't heavily applied, or gaudy, it was more of a natural look.
I took it off, deciding that I wouldn't wear it. A knock came from the door, and I heard the shuffling of footsteps outside. I took one more look at the wrap, but since it's totally pointless- pointless but beautiful- I wasn't going to wear it. It might have seemed a little disrespectful to Aphrodite, but really, I could argue that wearing it would be more disrespectful, since I might accidentally rip it or something.
I tossed my flip flops on the floor, shuffling into them. I was about to rush to the door when I saw the Ray Bans on my nightstand. I grabbed them, putting them on the top of my head, and rushed to the door.
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"You clean up nicely," I said, smiling, when Percy showed up at the door, with Annabeth on one arm, his other free. He'd left the cabin for me to change in, and went to the bathroom so he could change earlier. Then he went to get Annabeth.
"Well, you have to, when you have a girlfriend as amazing as Annabeth," he smiled at her.
She blushed, saying, "He's an idiot, I knew that already," I thought it was adorable, after all this time, that she would still blush at things like that. He pulled her close and kissed the side of her head.
I looked them over to see that he was wearing blue-green trunks that were almost the shade of mine, but not quite, with yellow starfish patterns spread across the suit. He had a normal blue and white striped towel slung over his neck, which was more for sitting on than anything, because we really can't stay wet unless we want to, which would eliminate the need for a towel.
Annabeth was wearing a new, dark blue bikini top that looked really nice on her, and I assumed she was wearing matching bottoms, but I couldn't tell because she was wearing a pair of shorts over them. Her towel had the same pattern as Percy's. I saw that it said, since her's was folded neatly in her arms, 'Annabeth' in a neat script. It took me a minute to figure it out, but I managed.
When she noticed me looking at it, she grinned, "They're his-and-her towels, from the Aphrodite cabin, if you can tell."
"That's awfully kind of them," I laughed.
"You look nice," she told me, and Percy nodded.
"Thanks."
"Are you ready to go?" he asked, and held out his free arm. I checked to see if I had left anything, grabbing my towel that I had placed on the floor when I opened the door, and Madea's SPF 20 and 50 (50,000 would be saved for another occasion, like swimming in the forges or fighting drakons.)
"I'm ready," I confirmed, taking his arm.
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There are parties, and then there are demigod parties. And then there are Olympian parties. I've been told to go for the Olympian, given the chance, but I suggest settling on demigod if the Olympian Party Pack isn't available at your local party store.
Because, well, shit. It looked like a normal beach party, except, well, not. The beach bash was being held on Fireworks Beach, with one side of the beach being occupied by the Nine Muses holding a concert, playing music that could be heard across the beach. The music, as I'd been told, was whatever you wanted it to be, because everyone heard something different. It could be classical, mortal tunes, or the same stuff you heard every night at the campfire. Me? I heard mortal music, of course. The kind of stuff I liked to listen to before coming to camp.
In front of the muses were a couple of people, a few demigods I recognized, a few I didn't, and one or two minor gods, who were either sitting on blankets watching them, or dancing in a weird mix of ballroom dancing and some kind of free form. Several naiads and nereids were watching them and listening intently.
Across the rest of the beach were demigods playing volleyball against the dryads, and a minor god keeping score. Girls and guys were sunbathing everywhere, and swimmers were taking to the surf. They were tossing around a beach ball, the nereids were shooting water at unsuspecting swimmers and the occasional sunbather, and everyone was laughing. It looked like they were all having a lot of fun. Refreshment stands dotted the beach, manned by flirting nymphs and chatty satyrs. The tables held fountains that shot nectar, and plates of ambrosia for the gods. Mortal food that was more demigod friendly crowded the rest of the tables which had been set up with umbrellas and wooden chairs. There were golden goblets lying around everywhere that would fill with any drink you wanted, like at the pavilion.
I was standing there gaping, and when I glanced at Percy and Annabeth, they were too. Clearly they'd never seen anything like it at camp, either. They quickly shut their mouths, and looked at each other, grinning. Percy jumped in front of us, and asked, "Anyone up for swimming?" with a huge grin on his face.
"I'll be there in a minute, I'm gonna go drop my stuff somewhere," I told him, and I couldn't hold down my excitement. I was practically bouncing.
"Catch up with us soon!" Annabeth said, waving, as she was dragged off to the water, dropping her stuff haphazardly on the sand near a Demeter girl, who was building a sand castle, and yelled, "Hey!"
I surveyed the area, and saw a spot on the hill Apollo and I had been sitting on a week or two ago. I trudged over, and laid out my blanket, kicking my flip flops off onto it, and dropping the bottles of sunscreen. I decided I didn't need so much sun at this hour, so I put on SPF 50, just to be safe. I figured I'd be swimming a lot, and I didn't want to loose them, so I put Apollo's sunglasses down on the towel as well.
We swam for hours, played several rounds of Marco-Polo (who, by the way, was a son of Hermes) which I may or may not have cheated in, and had lunch. Jason and Will Solace barbequed, and we threw the food we were sacrificing to our parents straight into the fire. On my way to sitting down next to Percy and Lou Ellen, I swear I saw a woman who looked just like Annabeth wink at me from where she was sunbathing on a wooden chair. But when I looked back, no one was there.
About an hour after lunch, I saw Emilie sulk into the party. She was wearing her normal camp clothing, but I could see the straps of her bathing suit that were peaking above the collar of her shirt. She took a look around, and spotting something that she apparently liked, she retreated to the shade of one of the surrounding trees. Where Mr. D was sitting in a lawn chair, holding a diet coke. From what I could see when I would glance over there, they were just sitting there, maybe exchanging a few words, till a volleyball went flying.
Three or four times the volleyball players had tried to invite Emilie into their game, but being Emilie, she stubbornly refused and stuck to her patch of shade. Eventually they gave up, and went back to playing. I wasn't paying close attention since I was building sand castles with Leo, who was a really excellent sand castle builder, by the way, but from what I piece together, a ball went haywire and hit one of the bystanders in the head. That bystander happened to be Emilie.
She stood up, and I could have sworn there was a dark fire in her eyes. She pulled her shirt off (leaving her shorts on, although the strings of the bottom suck out), throwing it to the ground, and marched off to the game, yelling, "YOU WANTED ME TO PLAY? WELL NOW I'M HERE TO PUMMEL YOU INTO THE GROUND, MOTHERFUCKERS."
Lets just say she dominated the game. The entire time, Mr. D's eyes didn't leave her. He sat back and watched her with his eyebrow raised, taking sips from his can of diet coke.
I was trudging up the hill half an hour or so after that, when I noticed him. He was laying on my towel, sunbathing, with his eyes closed. He was wearing a shirt, a light green tank, but I suspected he could still get a complete tan even whilst wearing that. I walked over to him, and stood over him. His eyes were closed, and he brought his arm up to shield his eyes from the sun (something I found ironic) as he looked up at me.
"Elena!" he said, with a grin, pushing off the blanket to sit up. He pulled his legs up to gross them in front of him.
"Hey, Apollo," I said, and couldn't help a smile from spreading across my face. I glanced around, but he looked like he came alone, "Didn't come with anyone?" I asked, trying not to sound too optimistic.
"Nah, what about you?"
I shake my head, dropping down to sit down across from him on the blanket, "Only Percy and Annabeth."
He squints at the sun, "Hold on," he said, "I've got a poem for this," I raised an eyebrow, "Ah, I've got it!
The sun is very bright,
Like the moon at night,
You are a very pretty sight,
Elena-"
"Clearly not bright enough," I mumbled under my breath, teasingly.
He cracked one eye open, and swatted at my arm, but I scooted out of reach, "That would have been one of my best hits," but he had a smile at the corner of his mouth, so I wasn't worried.
"Hey, Elena!" Percy called from a little ways away, waving, "Come here!"
I turned to Apollo, who had fallen back against the towel like he had been before, with his arm slung across his face, shielding his eyes from the sun. He cracked a grin and waved his free hand and said, "Go on."
I pushed off the ground, and over my shoulder as I jogged off, I yelled, "I'll be back!"
He waved his hand dismissively, again, and resumed sunbathing.
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"Hey, Elena, guess who that is," Percy said, pointing to a dot in the distance. It was hard to determine what exactly was on the horizon, but it looked like a wave.
"Is that a… wave?" I ask, squinting again. But then it hits me, "Oh my god, is that Dad? Surfing?"
"The one and only," he tells me as the wave gets closer and closer.
When the wave was close enough to the beach that it would have normally crashed over the beach and soaked everything, probably destroying a few things in the process, Poseidon raised his arms and the wave collapsed into several smaller ones that splashed into the swimmers who were all cheering. Poseidon paddled in, and bowed his head to the clapping observers. He picked up the surf board and lodged it into the sand so it wouldn't fall over. Percy and I walked over to him.
"Elena, Percy," he said, and opened his arms, inviting us in for a hug. Percy looked at me and half shrugged, and we went in for the hug. He smelled of the sea and sand. We pulled back, and he smiled. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt with patterns of palms and buckets full of sand.
"I want to tell you my answer to your invitation," I said, he clasped Percy and me on the shoulders, and looked between us.
"We have plenty of time for that later, my dear." he said with a twinkle in his eye. "But now, have either of you ever been surfing?"
I had been about to protest that there was only one surf board, and that it was much too big for me or Percy, when I blinked and suddenly, there wasn't just one board, there were twenty. Poseidon had then lifted his arms the way he had before, and a rush of water came up, forming into a trident. He waved the trident, which looked pretty solid to me, and the rush of a breeze came up, spraying us all with sea spray. The waves started little at first, but then slowly grew into larger, surf worthy ones.
A guy in the water yelled out, "A chance to surf with the god of the sea? Count me in!" wading out of the water, and ran to grab a surf board from the line up.
I grabbed the one my father had pointed out to me, and went to join the others in the water.
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After awhile of surfing, I stuck my board in the sand and collapsed on the sand next to Annabeth, who was watching Percy. He was even better than I was, but then again, he'd known he was a demigod longer. He waved to us, and we waved back. My father had forsaken surfing, and settled into a chair to fish. I didn't know if he actually caught anything, but I overheard a few Hermes campers planning to hook things onto it. Like one of the nereids.
"Whatcha' doin'?" I asked her, sprawling out in the sand. Her legs were pulled up to her chest, and she was tracing shapes in the sand.
"Nothing, really. I just finished a game of volleyball with Piper and Reyna."
I squinted at the sun, and shielded my eyes as I looked around camp. "I don't like volleyball very much. But gods, it's hot, isn't it? Why don't you go swimming? Or try surfing? It's actually really fun." I stood up, and grabbed her hand, pulling her up with me.
"I didn't know if-" she started, but Poseidon cut her off.
"I would allow it? You may join Percy in the waves as soon as you'd like, my dear."
"What? You don't mind me coming?" Annabeth asked, reeling in shock.
The twinkle in his eye hadn't subsided. He looked at her with a fond smile, "The animosity your mother holds for me isn't quite so reciprocated, child. And you seem to make my son happy enough," he told her with a wink.
"Thank you, Lord Poseidon," she said after a moment, "That means a lot to me."
She nodded to us, and breaking into a grin, ran to Percy, throwing her arms around his neck, talking a thousand miles per hour in between kisses as they were wading through the shallow water of the surf. Poseidon headed back to his beach chair over by the muses to fish, and it looked like he had a bite. Not wanting to know what exactly that bite was, I scuttled over to the other side of the beach, passing Annabeth and Percy, who were still making out in the water. I snorted as I saw Chiron come galloping towards them.
Chiron tried to separate them, but Percy only looked at him and said, "Legal adults," dragging out the last word, kissing Annabeth again, who giggled, and was fighting back a grin.
I shook my head, and stepped into the water. I could feel the currents and where the naiads were tossing a beach ball a little ways away, and some of the Aphrodite campers on floats dipping their toes lazily in the water. I heard Drew call, "Hey Elena, can you splash me with water? I'm getting fried but I don't really want to get in."
"Sure!" I called, and felt the familiar tug in my gut. It was good practice, trying to splash Drew without tipping her over or getting her hat or drink wet. She was sunbathing on a raft, and she already looked like she had a nice tan. The water rushed over her, and I could feel the excess heat from her body being soaked up into the water and flow back over into the sea.
"Thanks," she said, sipping from the goblet she held loosely in her hand. A few of the others perked up from their rafts, looking over at Drew longingly.
"Can you do that to me too?"
"And me!"
"Me too!"
I laughed, and agreed. I looked up at the sun, which wasn't quite as high in the sky as it had been earlier, and then behind me, to where I could see Apollo still sunbathing. I smirked. As soon as I finished soaking the floating heroes, I willed the water to rise up and fall in an arch, landing on top of Apollo, who was still on my towel. I didn't need to use that towel anyway.
He sat up, soaked, grinning down at me mischievously. As I watched, I could see and hear the water sizzling and evaporating off him. He got up and jumped down from the hill, coming at me.
"Elena! I'm going to get you for that," he called, teasingly. I stood there for a few moments, grinning, till he got closer, and started to grab for me.
"Catch me if you can!" I taunted, smirking, walking backwards as he advanced.
"C'mere, I hate to chase after pretty girls," he said with a grin, chasing after me. I shrieked and fled. His blonde hair was disheveled and I'm sure mine was too, but he looked absolutely gorgeous.
He was taller than me, thus had a longer stride, so it didn't take long for him to catch up with me. I had turned around, taunting him, just out of reach.
"Oh you just try and catch me," I said, he took another step, the grin never leaving his face. I turned back but then he grabbed me and I shrieked in laughter. We were pretty far from Fireworks Beach at this point, the party and music just a dot on the horizon.
"I just did," Apollo said, laughing, as he held me by my waist. I was out of breath, and so was he. Well, it seemed like he was. He was breathing heavily, and I could feel his warm breath on my skin. It made me shiver. I turned around to face him, his arms still on my waist. His eyes were lowered, but they met mine. I reached up and put my hand on his cheek,. He looked at me and said, his voice a little rough, "I love you, Elena," and I leaned up and kissed him. It was warm and nice, and a little less than chaste, and absolutely perfect.
We broke the kiss after a moment, and our foreheads were pressed together, our breath mingling. I whispered, "I love you, Apollo," and brought my hands up to cup his face, and kissed him again.
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We stumbled back to the party awhile later, drunk on love and laughter. We were holding hands, and I was leaning on him, and in the dimming light no one seemed to notice, but that didn't mean anything. Demigods were notorious eavesdroppers. We sobered up as we got back to the other campers, because Chiron and my father were both there. The fire was burning and someone had lit the lanterns that had been hung earlier. But then again, they could be magic, since a daughter of Hecate, Lou Ellen, had been hanging them.
As the night came to a close, we had dinner around a campfire (of which, at the center was Leo, munching on marshmallows and whatever else was abandoned in the fire) which was barbeque again for me, made by Clarisse and Alex this time, and ambrosia for Apollo. We both had orange soda, and nibbled on mortal food like cheese-and-wieners and cheese puffs. When I made a sacrifice to the gods, I made two this time, one for my father (who was nowhere to be seen, which could mean anything from he left to go home, to him strangling the Hermes kids) and one for Apollo. I think his already impossibly bright smile got even brighter, at that.
Later, they had fireworks like they always have on the fourth of July. Spartan warriors fought across the sky, George Washington crossed the Delaware, and other displays of Greek victories. Percy and Annabeth were sharing a blanket a few feet away from us, and as we had sat down, I saw Rachel and Octavian sitting together. I figured I didn't want to know what they had to talk about. Leo and his siblings were all crowded onto one blanket, and his best friends, Piper and Jason were sitting in front of them.
Apollo, who was sharing my towel and holding my hand as we watched the displays, nudged my shoulder, "I met him, you know."
"Who, George Washington?"
"Yeah, great guy. Real intelligent, he even beat Ares at his own war games. Now that was an awesome decade. Not so great at chariot driving, though."
"You let him drive your sun chariot?" I asked incredulously, he shrugged.
"Seemed like a good idea at the time," I laughed.
"I'm sure it did," I murmured, and he chuckled. We sat like that for another few minutes, until one of Apollo's kids ran up to us, breathless.
"Dad!" he cried, taking in a deep breath, "I mean- crap," he panted. Apollo had his arm on him, in case he fell, as he was wheezing.
"Take it easy, kiddo, we've got time," he told him. Neither of us were paying attention to the fireworks anymore.
"Lord-" he wheezed, "Poseidon," he gasped, "would like to speak with you," he managed in a quick rush. I tried to catch Apollo's eyes, but he wasn't looking at me. He seemed grim, and like he knew why he was being summoned. His face was turned away, he was looking off further down the beach, in the brush.
"I'll be right back," he assured me, and pushed off the ground. He jogged into the distance until I couldn't see him anymore. The kid collapsed onto the ground, falling asleep instantly. He was a first year camper, and I think he might have had light asthma.
Even though I knew it wasn't the best idea, hell, it was a terrible idea to spy on two gods, but I followed Apollo anyway. My father was standing in the trees, and Apollo was facing him. I could see my father's face, but only Apollo's back. From what I could see, they hadn't said much of anything, but Apollo's looked rigid, and my father looked furious.
Poseidon spoke, "You think we haven't all taken notice of what you've been doing, Apollo? Doing this to get back at me, toying with my daughter? I offered Elena the chance to live in my kingdom, to escape from you, but I don't think she's going to accept."
"Lord Poseidon," he started, but my father cut him off.
"Do you deny it?"
Apollo looked down, "No," he said, and it stopped my heart. Because all of this- the last few weeks, the last few hours, everything he'd ever said- was a lie. I was already turning away when he continued, "But that was before- I've fallen in love with her."
"You can't deny what you just- Elena?" my father said, his frown deepening as he realized I was there. I hadn't been very stealthy, that was Emilie's forte, not mine.
"Elena- this isn't-" Apollo said, and he looked panic stricken. "Elena!" he called, as he and my father followed me back to the beach, where the fireworks were just ending.
"I'm going to take my leave now, Father, Lord Apollo," I said stiffly, voice tight and controlled, trying to leash in my anger and sadness at being betrayed.
He was interrupted by an echoing voice spoken by a girl who was surrounded by green mist. Her normally green eyes were abnormally bright. Her voice sounded tripled, like there were three Rachels all speaking at the same time.
"Two forbidden daughters,
In madness and in wine,
One will walk into her death,
And two shall be fine.
A goddesses fear is soon to be true,
In the city of the false horse,
A silver bow must be found,
Before fate's thread is unwound."
I got a sinking feeling that I knew who the 'forbidden daughters' were. Her eyes faded back, and the aura was gone. She looked pretty shaken up, but I felt shaken up. This, in addition to what had just happened with Apollo?
"I just said a prophecy, didn't I?" Rachel asked wearily, shaking her head. She was dressed in a bright green sweatshirt that almost matched the Oracle of Delphi's spirit.
"Shit," Apollo mumbled under his breath, but I was close enough to hear it.
"This cannot be good," Chiron said, frowning. He clapped his hands together, and spoke, "All head counselors to the rec room! Except Percy Jackson. He is to stay and watch over the cleaning up of the beach," Percy and a few other people groaned, "which is to start now," Chiron looked at me. "Elena, come. You are acting head councilor. I think we both know this concerns you."
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Alright guys, from here on out, I'll be writing the new chapters, hopefully pretty quickly.