I hope everyone is having a fantastic holiday of their respective faith. This prophecy has been on my mine for a while now and it didn't feel right to give you a prophecy without a story, so here you go.
The bell rang as Paul's class ended for the day. Tired of having to ask questions about Percy's disappearance, the teacher noticed a student walk into his room. "Excuse me, Mr. Blophis. Is Percy Jackson your stepson?"
"He is, young man, who are you? You're not in any of my classes, nor have I seen you in this school."
"I'm a messenger, a son of Hermes." The boy then pulled out a piece of paper written in Greek from his bag as he translated it to the wary teacher.
'The Mistress of the Sea wails for the lost prince.
Blames the Gods, a life unfair.
Tears weep and hearts break.
The soul of a newborn regains lost hope.
Prayers answered in the child's first laugh.'
Rereading the words, tears collected onto the paper.
"This is a prophecy?" The teacher asked, his throat raw with emotion as the boy nodded.
"One not for us half-bloods, but for you mortals." The messenger told him as Paul's cell phone rang.
"Paul, it's the kids, When I heard Estellas laugh for the first time the phone rang and it was a voice mail from Percy. He's alive!" He could hear his wife's cries through the phone as he silently cried with her. The child of Hermes smiled and walked out the door.