In Avis's POV, but in journal form.

Four weeks later: Wednesday.

Dear Dave,

Nothing much has happened after I woke up from my coma about four weeks ago, just the usual. After we talked to Chiron, we went back to schedule: plan, train, and raid. Plan, train, raid. The same things over and over and over. But one thing has changed: Will. Im not sure what happened to him, but he's changed. And I don't know whether I like it or not. To put it into words, he's more … tense? Aggressive? Maybe even more possessive of me. Yeah, I guess any (or all) of those could work. The angrier (possessive/tense) Will gets, the more I find myself hanging out with Coda. He's got this … calm vibe to him that I like. Not that I like him. I like Will. That's why im wearing his ring, right? Well, to be honest, im not so sure I should've agreed to wear the ring. It's not like im saying I don't love Will anymore, but we're so young, im only turning fifteen, there are many different things that could happen. After all, we are in the middle of a war that doesn't seem to be ending. But enough of this subject, I don't want to think about this anymore.

Anyway. So, nothing has really changed from our perspective of the war, but we have figured something out. Something vitally important to the Titans army. They need two very powerful demigods dead to win the war. Two demigods that are still walking and breathing. How do we know this? Well, Rachel, being our Oracle had a short prophecy lapse the other day. I would've told you about it that night Dave, but we were so busy trying to figure out what it meant, and I was too tired when we finished. Im sorry, but ill tell you about it now. Ok, well, the prophecy was sort of short, and very blunt.

Two born of power

Must accomplish many daunting task's

Not sure whether they will move on to the next,

Or if this will be their last.

King of the dead and son of light,

Shall hear the skeletons song,

Late in the night.

If they return,

The world will be at peace,

But consequences will take place;

A demigod's heart will stop its pace.

Well, I lied. It's not short, and it's not blunt either. Its one of the hardest prophecies we have gotten since the great prophecy was issued about fifty three years ago. So far we've only figured out a few of the lines. Mostly who will be involved with this prophecy. We figure that since Rachel gave me the prophecy, I am one of the two 'born of power' and we suspect that Coda is the other. 'King of the dead and son of light' is a pretty easy line to figure out: Nico and Will. The only thing that confuses us about that line is the part about 'the skeletons song'. The last verse of the prophecy is so far the worst: 'if they return, the world will be at peace. But consequences will take place; a demigod's heart will stop its pace.' I think that's the scariest line of the entire prophecy, but I can't let anybody know that. I mean, how would it look, having the leader of the quest, scared out of their wits because the prophecy suggests that a demigod will die? There are so many risks about going on a quest, and I don't want to end up dead. I haven't even really lived yet; my entire life has been training and fighting, and quests and training, and wars, and training, and more training! I don't want that to be the story of my life. But so far, my lif-

I didn't get to finish that sentence because just then, a voice broke through the perfect silence of the broken down elevator I was currently hiding in.

"Avis, What are you doing in a broken down elevator?" asked Coda. I scrambled to hide my journal, but I guess it was too late. "Whatcha got there?" he asked, reaching a hand out, presumably to get my journal. I kept it behind my back until he realized that he wasn't going to get it. He retracted his hand, and sighed.

"Fine. Guess I wont get to read your deepest darkest secrets." He said pouting.

"You've got that right." I finally said, getting over the shock of someone actually catching me with my journal. Nobody knew about it. Well, not anymore anyways.

"So why are you all alone in an elevator?" he asked, looking around. "It's creepy in here." He said, bringing his green eyes to meet mine.

"I don't find it creepy. And I like being alone." I said, defending my choice. "Plus, there's no real down time in the middle of a war." I said quietly tracing the gold letters on the cover of the journal I'd pulled out from behind my back.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, so I looked up.

"Nobody should like being alone." Whispered Coda. Silence filled the air as I let that sink in. he was right, nobody should like being alone. It's not normal, not human almost. But then again, im not completely human either.

"Life is hard, and sometimes you just need to take some time off. But demigod life is harder, you're forced to choose between good and evil, fight or be a coward." I said, trying to make sense of this all. Then another thought came to mind. "Live or die." I said so quietly a mouse was louder.

"It doesn't have to be 'live or die'. You're not forced to do anything. You bend to the will of the gods because that's what you feel is right. If you weren't a daughter of a minor god -maybe you happened to be a daughter of Hermes-, would you be fighting as hard as you are now? Maybe … maybe you're fighting to make your dad proud. Just maybe." He said with a bit more aggression, grabbing my hand.

You know, so many people have told me to stop being so brave and break down for once, that I have to let my emotions out sometime. I usually tell the people who say that to me that this is a war, not a movie where everything is going to be alright in the end. People die in wars, and some wars you just can't win. I don't want to lose this war; I don't want my life to be a demigod hell. Yes, sometimes I may resent being born a demigod, but I also don't want others to suffer because we made a bad decision, a bad turn somewhere down the road. This war is for freedom and humanity, however cheesy that may sound. But it's true. And nobody can deny that. I realized that I was saying this all in my head instead of actually speaking it, so there was Coda, looking at me with intense eyes, waiting for a response. And I didn't know what to give him. Finally, I came up with something suitable.

"Some wars Coda, you just can't win them. But I don't want to be known as 'the daughter of whatshisface' who gave up all hope. I want to be remembered, I want to be in those myths, I want to be somebody's hero. Whether it's just one person, or the world. And im not giving up on that just yet. You wait and see, we're going to win this war, and I will be the one leading my family possibly to their deaths, but at least those who survive will know that we went down trying. And yes, maybe im doing this to make my dad proud, but is that so much to ask for? He's never been in my life, Coda. And I don't expect him to start coming for weekly visits, but I just want him to know I exist." I said, taking my hand back from his with force and standing up. I turned on my heels and took a step towards the door, but turned to put in the last few words.

"We will wi-" was all I could get out of my mouth before Coda's was not even two inches away. I could feel his warm breath on my lips, it tasted like pineapple.

"Say my name." he whispered. In the back of my head, I knew this was seriously wrong, and the ring on

my finger was weighing heavily on my conscience. And I almost let that little voice talk me out of it, but words are like vomit, once they come up, you can't push them back down without great force.

"Coda Jonathon Hale." I whispered. Before closing my eyes, I swear I saw a smile play on the boys lips. But that was before they crash landed on mine. Suddenly, I was backed into a wall, Coda's hands on my hips.

But all I can remember thinking was did I really just compare words to vomit?

I hope you guys liked it, im sorry I haven't been able to write for a while, and I was hoping a good chapter would make up for it.