Fine. Not exactly like that. But he scared the my dad out of me.

Pothos smiled. 'Nicholas. You came.'

'What'd I tell ya, Patricia?' I asked. 'We win!'

He turned to Neeks. 'How did you hide yourself? I did not sense you anywhere.'

'It doesn't matter.' Neeks said. 'Pay up.'

Pothos gave Neeks a scroll made of yellow paper.

'That's it?' I asked. 'Do all prophecies come in legal pad paper?'

'This isn't just any paper, Nicola.' Pothos said. 'This paper was made from the rays of the sun. It will disappear by nightfall.'

'Any other help?' Nico asked.

'Seek out Anteros. He will guide you, probably.' Pothos said.

'Probably?' I asked. 'This isn't Gnarls Barkley's Crazy.'

'And how do we know when it's him?' Nico asked.

'Anteros.' Pothos said. 'Figure it out.

'One more thing.' Pothos said. 'Relatives are not easy to get used to, especially if they are like Nicola; annoying, talkative, crass, intimidating, possibly mentally unstable—'

'Hey!' I screamed in defence.

'Intteruptive, ill mannered, secretive, complicated, curious, stubborn, and in all; difficult.' Pothos said, right to my face. 'You have tolerated her so far; but there will come a time you will no longer stand it. And that time is very, very soon.'

And he soared. Way above our heads.

'How is it three already?' I asked.

'We've been running around all day.' Neeks said. 'And with Artemis gone, Apollo might be into daylight savings.'

'Let me read this prophecy.' I said. 'Patricia said it'll be gone by sunset.'

'I'll read it.' Neeks said. 'I'm the leader.'

'I said we should read it. And this is my first prophecy.'

'I ran around looking for you.'

'I was the person who sang to lead you out.'

'Fine; let's both read it.'

Neeks unrolled the scroll. It was written in Greek, but I somehow understood it.

'Angels of victory answer the call,' We read. 'The one of graves shall take a fall.

Vine to save and guide them through,

But is one of many to sell you.

Thoughts protect from awe and fright,

Only sound to win this fight.

Patience to wane and struggle to start,

As sound and silence are driven apart.

On proceeding to their final task,

Seek the followers of the mask '

The scroll instantly disappeared. And it was only three thirty.

'How long did it take to read that prophecy?' I asked.

'Don't know,' Neeks stood. 'But I'm hungry.'