Percy's POV:
When I woke up and ate breakfast, Ms. McGonagall handed me my timetable. I looked over at the other demigods', they were almost identical to mine. Then I looked at Harry's and his friends', they were also similar.
Then, I whispered to Dumbledore, "May you please make a brazier to sacrifice to the gods?"
Dumbledore nodded his head. A bronze brazier appeared in front of us.
We scraped the best part of our food into the brazier. Ron was looking at us, his mouth wide open. "Why did you do that? That was perfectly good food! And you even scraped your best portions of your food, are you crazy?" He ranted.
"Um… It's our religion." Annabeth covered up.
Ron nodded his head, though he didn't look convinced.
After we sacrificed all of our food, Leo pretended to wave his wand at the brazier and the fire turned out.
Now, the students were all sniffing the air for the delicious smell. We quickly acted as innocent as possible.
After I ate my breakfast, I went to my first class. Divination. Harry told me at breakfast that the divination professor would probably start predicting my death soon, while Hermione just looked at him triumphantly and said, "I told you you should quit the useless subject."
We all filed into the classroom. The classroom was filled with teacups, with leaves in them. I merely snorted and muttered, "In Camp Half-Blood we don't use teacups to predict the future."
A figure emerged from the mist. She introduced herself as Professor Trelawney, stared at me intently, and walked forward to examine my teacup.
"Oh… no, this is not a lucky cup…" Professor Trelawney gazed into my teacup as Ron snorted.
I was already starting to dislike this teacher. However, what happened next made me shiver.
Professor Trelawney suddenly broke into a trance-like state.
"You shall go west, and face the god who has turned,
You shall find what was stolen, and see it safely returned,
You shall be betrayed by the one who calls you a friend,
And you shall fail to save what matters most, in the end.
"You shall sail the iron ship with warriors of bone,
You shall find what you seek and make it your own,
But despair for your life entombed within stone,
And fail without friends, to fly home alone.
"Five shall go west to the goddess in chains,
One shall be lost in the land without rain,
The bane of Olympus shows the trail,
Campers and Hunters combined prevail,
The Titan's curse must one withstand,
And one shall perish by a parent's hand.
"You shall delve in the darkness of the endless maze,
The dead, the traitor, and the lost one raise.
You shall rise or fall by the ghost king's hand,
The Child of Athena's final stand.
Destroy with a hero's final breath,
And lose a love to worse than death.
"A half-blood of the eldest gods,
Shall reach sixteen against all odds.
And see the world in endless sleep,
The hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap.
A single choice shall end his days,
Olympus to preserve or raze.
"Child of Lightning, beware the earth,
The giant's revenge the seven shall birth,
The forge and dove shall break the cage,
And death unleash, through Hera's rage.
"To the north, beyond the gods, lies the legion's crown.
Falling from ice, the son of Neptune shall drown.
"Wisdom's daughter walks alone,
The Mark of Athena burns through Rome,
Twin's snuff out the angel's breath,
Who holds the key to endless death.
Giants' bane stands gold and pale,
Won through pain from a woven jail.
Seven half-bloods shall answer the call,
To storm or fire the world must fall.
An oath to keep with the final breath,
And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death.
We froze at these prophecies. How was this professor supposed to know them? I glanced at the other demigods, they all seemed to be shocked too. Then, we made the only reasonable decision: We stormed out of the classroom.
We saw Hermione in the Gryffindor Common Room. She asked, "Decided to give up Divination too?"
We nodded our heads.
After a while, the class was over, and the Golden Trio (except Hermione) walked out of the classroom. Harry asked, "What are all those prophecies?"
"Um… Well… Um… Those are the prophecies that we've been in." Percy answered.
They looked skeptical again, but changed the topic anyway.
"Hey, what's the next class supposed to be?"
"Potions with Professor Snape."
Harry and Ron (and even Hermione) groaned. "He's the one that favors the Slytherin House and takes points from our House just because of my father."
"Anyone who takes points from the Houses randomly, in my opinion, isn't nice," Annabeth frowned. She had read most of the books about Hogwarts.
"Agreed."
