Hey, y'all! Sorry it took so long to update, and that this chapter was so short, but I figured that it was a bit stupid to cut off the story at any other point, and, besides, this is really important.
DISCLAIMER: Shirt of Ultimate Disambiguation. This is getting quite tedious.
Siofra's POV
2004 A.D.
Camp Half-Blood
I hate dreams. See, when a half-blood or an immortal has a dream, they're never just dreams. They always mean something, and they're almost always confusing. When I closed my eyes, I suddenly found myself somewhere else.
1931 A.D.
Mt. Olympus
"You heard the prophecy, Zeus. One of our half-blood children will save or destroy Olympus."
"We need to prevent that prophecy from coming true," replied Zeus.
"You can't prevent a prophecy," Apollo put in. "You can only delay it."
"Then we should delay it as long as possible," said Hades.
"Let's swear on the River Styx not to sire any more half-blood children," said Zeus.
"It won't work..." Apollo warned, but none of them listened. I watched the Big Three make an oath on the River Styx not to parent any more demigods.
Apollo turned to me and smiled, and I was suddenly somewhere else.
1984 A.D.
Mt. Olympus
"Another prophecy," said Apollo, running into the Olympian Council. "About the destruction of Olympus."
"What is it this time?" asked Poseidon.
Apollo proceeded to quote the prophecy his Oracle had made. It was the same prophecy that had landed Percy and I in the mortal world. And now they swore not to sire any godling children.
A/N: Okay, so hopefully that'll clear up a few things, like the whole 'Apollo can't make prophecies' thing, and why Percy and Siofra are so... different. Anyhow, I'm sorry about the length, but I'm already working on chapter 23, so don't worry, it'll be up in a bit. :)
- Amariah, wishful adopter of Schrödinger's cat