Lunch
Annabeth had told me I was a genius but I couldn't figure out why she had said that.
"Annabeth, what did I say?" I questioned her.
"I will tell you when we can talk privately."
I sighed then went back to eating.
When we finished I told her we could talk in the library hidden by books.
"Hermione spends too much time there for it t be safe."
"Fine, where?"
"The owelry."
I groaned the followed her reluctantly to the owelry, which was like a post office for wizards and a home for owls.
"You're a genius because you figured out why the gods wanted us to come here. Part of it anyway."
"Umm… I don't remember what I said."
"'It's like this place is designed to disobey our parents or face our worst fears,' is what you said."
"You're hopeless!" she yelled then walked out of the owelry.
I walked out of the owelry and went to the common room.
In the common room
Harry
Annabeth walked into the common room and looked stricken.
"What's wrong with you?" Ron asked and Hermione threw her book at him.
"I'm fine I just solved something I didn't really want to know the answer to."
"Annabeth, is this about the poem?" Thalia asked and I could hear the worry in her voice.(1)
"Yes, and Percy is the one who helped me figure it out."
"Percy? As in Perseus Jackson? My kelp head of a cousin?" Thalia asked jokingly.
Annabeth nodded.
"Where's Rachel?" Annabeth asked.
"Haven't seen her but, you know she doesn't understand the poem either," Thalia explained.
"But, she can help solve it she has a different view on it then the rest of us."
"You guys have got to be kidding," Ron said. "It's just a poem."
Thalia and Annabeth both glared at him and he backed off.
Percy walked in a few minutes later.
"Percy you just helped solve the poem," Annabeth said.
"Poem?" he questioned. The two girls looked at him and they appeared to be having a mental conversation. (2)
"That poem!" Percy yelled. "We need Rachel_ like now!"
"I'll get her," Thalia volunteered then walked out the portrait hole.
When Thalia comes back with Rachel ten minutes later.
"What is so important?" Rachel snapped.
"The poem that you so kindly recited," Annabeth said.
Rachel looked confused then nodded in realization.
"We think we figured out part of it," Thalia added.
"Can't you guys be normal for once?" Rachel asked.
"Sorry, that possibility ended when we were little," Thalia told her.
"I know. But, did you have t drag me in to it?"
"You know reciting our weird poems was optional, but you kind of got yourself stuck in to it the minute you started talking to Percy," Thalia said.
"Whatever? Anyway what did you figure out?"
"We just wanted to tell you we had. And that we can discuss it later," Annabeth said.
"You came and got me for that? Okay, good night."
Rachel left and Nico, Thalia, Percy, and Annabeth went to their dorms.
Next Day
Percy
I woke up early and went to breakfast with Annabeth.
"So you think that's what the prophecy meant?" I asked.
"Think about it, Percy. The prophecy is: Children of the powerful change gears, And face their fears. With knowledge they will disobey. And those who do will face dismay. Seriously it all adds up. Except for the last part, 'face dismay."
"Point taken. You're a genius if you solved it."
"You helped solve it, Seaweed Brain."
I nodded then looked behind me behind me because I could feel someone breathing down my neck.
It was Hermione.
"How much of that did you understand?" I asked weakly.
"All of it."
"Ummm…. You probably know what we were talking about don't you?"
She nodded then did what I least expected any non- demigod to do, talk to me in ancient Greek.
"A prophecy? You do know those are dangerous right?"
"Yes, we know," Annabeth said bitterly.
"I think I figured you out."
I groaned hoping for her to get it wrong.
"You're demigods. It makes sense. Part Greek that would be your godly parent. Not being able to read English would be your brains being hard wired for Ancient Greek. Knowing how to ride a Pegasus. It's a Greek creature."
"You're really smart if you can figure that out," Annabeth said. "But, you can't tell anyone. Not yet anyway."
Hermione promised not to tell.
A/N: A witch figured out the secret but, this story is NOT over because Ron still doesn't know and the prophecy hasn't been fulfilled.
Footnotes:
When Thalia say "poem" she really means "prophecy." However, she can't say that when the trio is literally a foot away and Ancient Greek doesn't help much when you have people who can understand you around. (I.e. Hermione knows enough to eavesdrop.)
You know when you look at a close friend and you appear to know what the other is thinking you silently communicate. That's what Harry is talking about.
Here's the prophecy just so you can see what it is without Percy's interruptions.
Children of the powerful change gears
And face their fears
With knowledge they will disobey
And those who do with face dismay.