Hi guys! Here is the new chapter. Thanks for all the reviews. Sorry if you didn't like the vs. Luke part, I'm not all that great at writing action scenes. For those who really mourned Annabeth's death, well, this chapter isn't named The Prophecy of Hope for nothing… Enjoy!

Chapter 5: The Prophecy of Hope

She was gone.

I couldn't believe it. She was gone. My tears fell onto the grass, soaking the ground. Luke had mortally wounded her, and I had killed Luke. Mercilessly. I heard a clip-clopping behind me. I turned. It was Chiron. He must have heard me cry for help.

He addressed me, voice full of concern. "Percy, what's wrong?"

"She's gone." I pointed to Annabeth, and collapsed onto the hard ground.

For once I didn't dream of Kronos. I dreamt of Aphrodite. I was talking to her. We haven't had a good tragic love story in ages! Is that all this meant to her? A tragic love story? The dream then switched to Kronos. I was getting tired of him. He was giggling again, but stopped abruptly. He spoke: I sent Luke, Percy Jackson. I sent him to kill your friend. I knew you would kill him. My anger swelled. This was all part of Kronos' plan! I woke with a cry of anger.

I was laying on a firm white bed. I knew where I was. It was the Camp Half-Blood infirmary. I sat up, but a strong hand pushed me back down. "Easy, Percy. You need your rest." I blinked blearily and saw that it was Grover. His face was tearstained, too. "All the campers are mourning, but you're in no state to go see them."

"Too bad," I snarled. I pushed Grover out of the way and fled from the room. He was wearing an expression equivalent of one being clubbed on the head.

I walked for what seemed like hours. I didn't know where the funeral was. I had half a mind to ask Grover, but he might force me into bed again. I heard a faint sound of wailing and followed it.

I walked a little more and was greeted, by my surprise, none other than Artemis herself. She was crying too. She pointed me towards a clearing and left, changing into a dove.

Soon, all the half-bloods came into sight. Everyone was crying. And when I say everyone, I mean everyone. The girls in the Aphrodite cabin were shrieking in anguish. The Athenas had their faces hidden by their sleeves. I even saw a tear rolling down Clarisse's cheek. Chiron acknowledged me and asked, " Would you like to see her?"

"Of course," I replied, wiping my eyes.

He led me to another clearing in the forest, one I had never seen before. That surprised me, because the beach was visible. I knew almost all of the beach area.

"This is where we bury half-bloods." said Chiron solemnly. He pointed to a slab of stone. "There she is, Percy. I shall leave you to do what you wish."

He trotted off in the direction of the mourning area. I walked to the slab of stone Chiron had indicated. She lay on top, her blond hair trailing behind her. She had no signs of ever being wounded. I knew what to do. I walked to the sea, and willed it to recede. Nothing happened. I tried again. Nothing happened.

I was starting to get frustrated. A lady rose out of the sea. I recognized her. She was a Nereid. Child of the sea, she spoke in my head. Your power is not working because your mind is clouded by grief. Let me help you. She put her hand on my shoulder and memories flashed through my mind.

These are the same memories Aphrodite showed me! I realized. But unlike Aphrodite's visions, these were shown in a different light, light that made me feel a lot better. The Nereid let go of my shoulder, and disappeared into the sea.

I willed the sea to recede again. This time, it worked, leaving several green strands of seaweed behind. I collected several of them, and released the water. It crashed onto the beach with tremendous force. That felt good. I sat submerged in the water, like the naiads did when they weaved. I weaved a chain of seaweed, in memory of her. She had tried to teach me to weave once, but I wasn't very good at it. With seaweed, however, it was different. I finished it and walked back to the stone, ignoring the curious wood nymphs walking out of the trees to see what I was doing.

I tucked the seaweed chain around her neck, and willed it to stay dry. It did. "I will never forget you, Annabeth." I whispered to her. I turned and started back to the mourning area.

Thalia came to greet me. "Percy! I was looking for you!" She hugged me, almost as much trying to comfort herself as well as me. "So, are the rumors true? You killed Luke?"

"Yes," I replied. "I don't want to talk about it."

I walked away. I wanted to be alone.

The warm feeling that the Nereid had given me had dissipated. I closed my eyes, thinking to myself: What do I do? What do I do? The thought replayed itself over and over again. I walked and walked and walked, with no idea where I was going. I felt a strange presence and stopped.

I opened my eyes to find myself standing before the Oracle. Green mist hovered around the mummified body as it hissed: I am the Oracle, speaker of prophecies to Phoebus Apollo, slayer of the mighty Python. Approach, Seeker, and ask.

I asked the same thought that had been flying through my mind seconds before, " What do I do?"

The green mist solidified into green holographic versions of me, Thalia, Grover, and Tyson.

My green counterpart spoke first: Do not despair, your friend's fate is not as doomed as it would seem,
Then Grover's spoke: Go to the place in which death and darkness teem.
Then Thalia's: Go and entreat the lord of those who have died,
Then Tyson's: And do your best to not get fried.

How was it? If you didn't like it, tell me what was wrong with it and I'll do my best to fix it. Give me time and reviews and the next chapter will be posted soon. I hope you understood the prophecy properly. If you didn't, you probably lack the comprehension to be reading this fic (no offense!)The way I thought I put it, it was fairly obvious. Thanks again for all the reviews!