Hola, como estas? I'm just wondering if anyone who reads this story speaks Spanish. Anyway, my ADD moment of the chapter has already been used up in the first sentence of my greeting, so I should probably just get on with it. This is definitely a very different approach to anything I've written here so far. It may not be your style, but bear with me for this chapter. Oh, and it's not Tratie. Or related to the Stolls in anyway. Or Katie. It's shocking, I know. I hope I can pull this off. Enjoy (Hopefully).

Two Roads

Percy and Annabeth lay in the fields discussing what had happened just weeks before that present day. The end of the second Titan War.

"You know," Annabeth started, lazily raising her head to look over at Percy lying beside her. "Your whole prophecy reminds me of the poem "The Road Not Taken"." Annabeth said thoughtfully. Percy's eyes quickly snapped over to look her in the eye. He was obviously confused.

"The poem of the what and what?" He nearly groaned. Poetry was not his forte. Neither were most works of literature. But hey, The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway has to be the worst and most boring book ever written. Alright, off topic.

"Even you know this poem, Seaweed Brain." She started before clearing her throat.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth

Annabeth began, but was immediately stopped by Percy.

"Yeah, yeah, that guy…the summer day guy or whatever. His name had an 'f' in it or something." Percy rambled.

"Yes! And no…I mean yes. But you somehow manage to make true facts sound dumb." Annabeth laughed, pushing him teasingly to show she was joking. (Even if it was true). "Yes, he is the "shall I compare you to a summer's day" guy. His name is Robert Frost." Annabeth emphasized his name, jabbing him in the chest once for each name. Percy rolled his eyes, contradicting the small smile he was trying so desperately to hide. (He failed, in case you hadn't guessed).

"Alright, his name's Robert Frost, blah blah blah. What does this even have to do with anything?" Percy asked. Annabeth just sighed.

"As always, I'm gonna have to spell everything out for you, aren't I?"

"I'd appreciate it greatly."

"We'll take it stanza by stanza I suppose." She said before repeating the first stanza.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth

"Alright, how does this relate to my prophecy?" Percy questioned.

"The two roads can be taken as your two choices; to give the dagger to Luke, or not to give the dagger to Luke." Annabeth started. Percy just nodded, egging her on. "The second line, 'and sorry I could not travel both' is obviously about how you could not know the actions of both your choices. Once you decided, it was decided, and the other path became no more."

"Makes sense."

"The last three lines are basically summing up the five years leading up to the war. You traveled a long journey, always looking as far into the future as you could to try and determine how things would turn out. Whether Kronos would win or lose, whether you'd…die or not." Annabeth swallowed. Percy just nodded. It didn't even faze him anymore.

"Alright, so it does make sense. Go on." Percy egged her on, rolling over onto his stomach and resting his chin in his hand, suddenly becoming more attentive.

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same

"Now this can be viewed from two different perspectives. It can either be viewed as your unusual journey or path towards your fate, and it can also display how you decided it would be better to die trying to save your friends than to cower away. Cause not many people are brave enough to do that, you know. It can be viewed as the road less traveled." Annabeth started. Percy just nodded his head, urging her to continue. For once, he enjoyed Annabeth's lengthy spiels about literature. Probably because he could understand this one.

"The second option is to take the road less traveled as your decision to give Luke the dagger. Not many people would have trusted him after everything he had caused, but your ridiculously dangerous but righteous loyalty nagged at you to hand it over." Annabeth explained. Percy tilted his head to the side, much like a dog expecting a treat from its owner.

"Which one do you believe?" Percy asked. Annabeth just smirked slyly.

"I can't tell you that, Mr. That would be creating a major bias, now wouldn't it?"

"Annabeth!" Percy whined.

"Hush up, no one likes a whiner." Annabeth teased, scolding him jokingly and tapping his nose. Percy just groaned.

"Fine. Then carry one." Percy demanded.

And both that morning equally lay

In the eaves no step had trodden black

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back

"To quickly get this stanza out of the way, it basically connects to your prophecy/journey in the sense that you were the first one in a long while to come upon a great prophecy like the one you had, and how every decision you made sent you forward. Every decision you made sent you closer to the final destination, and there way no way to, let alone any time to, backtrack and take any other paths. Besides, decisions often can't be undone." Annabeth said. Percy nodded, before pondering for a minute how Annabeth could be so smart. Then that lead him to wonder how she had memorized this entire poem…

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

"Alright, what have you got for me now?" Percy asked with anticipation. No teacher had ever managed to get him so exited about a poem. Annabeth was just that amazing. Annabeth smiled.

"This final stanza is about how years later you are going to be recounting your story for a bunch of people—probably admiring fans," Annabeth started with a tease, prompting Percy to roll his eyes with a wide smile. "And then you're going to tell them about your choice to give Luke the knife, the sort of unfavorable decision, and how 'that has made all the difference'." Annabeth concluded with a large smile. Percy just stared at her for a moment. His grin spread from ear to ear.

"You," he paused for emphasis, "Are simply amazing."

So how'd you like it? Hate it? Love it? Let me know! (Por favor). I was just reciting this poem in my head, cause I have honestly grown to love this poem as it sends me tingling with nostalgia, my favorite and least favorite feeling in the world. It just so happens "Two Roads" was a theme word! Lucky me! It was very different to anything I've ever done here, but I thoroughly enjoyed it, so I hope you all like it.

Have a good morning/afternoon/evening, whichever you're reading this at.

Mystery Morgan

February 22, 2012

7:08 PM