I DON'T OWN PERCY JACKSON UNCLE RICK DOES
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Chapter 27: Skylar
I had no idea what to do with the new information I had gathered last night from Nico. Even though I thought about it as much as I did, it didn't make any more sense than it did last night. Today was the supposed day that me and the other ten demigods would save humanity or die. But I knew I had a lot to catch up on. Apparently, me and Annabeth were unconscious while the others read the book, and everyone was going to brief us before we landed, so we could all have a solid strategy. Is it futile to even have a strategy? I questioned myself.
I was pondering the answers when a firm set of arms grasped me from behind, sliding around my waist. I heard the familiar whisper "Good morning beautiful." Smiling slightly, I turned towards him. He was holding me close, as we locked eyes. We leaned into a kiss, but before our lips connected, an aluminum can hit me in the side. Leo was on the other edge of the deck. When Noah glared at him, Leo retorted
"Get a room!" Noah pulled me into a brief kiss, and then led me hand in hand to breakfast.
Everyone was seated in minutes, some looking a lot shaggier than others. Annabeth's arm was bandaged from wrist the elbow, and the bottom part was stained with blood. But other than that, everyone just seemed tired. I mean, going off to save the world, no one can expect a full night's rest.
After a brief of breakfast, we prepared to discuss more more serious matters, like the book. The book that supposedly held the key to defeating Tartarus. Its information would determine the fate of the human race. Yeah, I felt no pressure. But the troubled look of everyone else's face told me that it wasn't as helpful as it was presented back at New York. Jason was the first to speak up.
"Well… The key to defeating Tartarus is… not as clear as we had hoped. The book was blank except for one riddle on page 912. He slid the book towards Annabeth, who took one look and scrunched her eyebrows. Then she read it over. And again. And again. We all knew Annabeth was the smartest one in the group. If she couldn't decipher the riddle, then how could anyone? She took one more look, then with a long sigh, passed the book over to me. It read:
Dhgkaldirngpanvihsdf
Yoahuycbwvubdvjsbak
Hhohghafbsuyebvwert
Huylmhagafgvhdsvisd
Uahgiesghvubadvuvbb
Hhafvuldsvdhvbaivban
Enas,dyo,tria,tessera,pente,exi textului
Thy is, for cautarea was topothetíste páno from the comenzando
Topothetise pano was it as soon as pou ton éfere mazí.
"Well shit. What is this supposed to mean. I mean, I can obviously read the little Greek.
Enas,dyo,tria,tessera,pente,and exi mean 1,2,3,4,5, and 6. But what does that have to do with anything. And cauterea is Greek for "The quest," but what the hell does every other thing mean, and what does that weird scramble of letters mean?"
"Your guess is as good as ours," Frank replied. Hazel was snuggling up against him, and Frank had his arm around her. He was gazing ahead intently.
"I already explained to them that comezendano and pou ton efre mazi are Spanish. Remember, from Mrs Waddeli's Spanish 2 class. I remember breaking up roots, and that is that, but unfortunentaly, I couldnt translate. Leo here could only remember comandenze.
"It translates to 'beginning'. But that makes no sense. It basically says that 'thy is' but we dont know what 'thy' is?! And then it says that 'the quest' was 'x' from the beginning. And the last sentence and the weird poem are basically untranscribable." I took a heavy breath, and Noah clasped my hand. Everyone looked heavy, like invisible lead was laying across their shoulders. The tension was thick in the air.
"Well… today is the day. There is nothing we can do to change that. We can't solve the riddle, and the rest of the human race depends on us eleven demigods. Let's go have some fun."
Even Leo's enthusiasm wasn't enough to boost the mood of the now depressed people, including me. With a moment of silence and near sure death awaiting us around the corner, we had no choice. Me and Noah walked off the ship hand in hand, towards our seemingly inevitable doom.
