Two days later, the dead boy was assigned the bunk next to mine.
"What is he doing here?" I hissed at Chiron while the boy arranged his meager belongings at the desk under his bed.
"You don't think he's a child of Athena? You two could be could act as passable twins; he's undoubtedly your brother," Chiron said, clearly affronted. "Is there a problem Annabeth?"
"Just the fact that he didn't have a heartbeat forty-eight hours ago."
"My name is Logan, and I can hear ya'll. And I'm not a zombie, if that's what you're wondering," He said with a smile that didn't falter when I didn't return his grin. "Apollo blessed my wound and it healed right up. There's not even a scar, see?" He tugged his torn shirt down to where there should have been a healing wound, not the unblemished tan skin that was there now.
"It's just not logical!" I exploded. "No offense, but why would Apollo bother to save you! He's got bigger fish to fry if you know what I mean."
"Maybe he thought that I would be important to this prophecy." Logan said sarcastically.
We stared at him, open mouthed.
"Well, I wasn't dead in the infirmary! I was just in… like a coma thing. I could hear y'all guys talking about my shirt," He fingered the dark fabric. "What was that about anyways?"
Chiron motioned with his eyebrows that I should go ahead.
"Umm…. Logan right?" He nodded. I continued. "So you heard the full prophecy, correct?"
"Right, the whole seven half bloods, world falling to storm or fire, and the Doors of Death thing, right?"
"Right. So the Doors of Death part… sound familiar?" I looked, not very discreetly, at his shirt.
"Not really, I mean…" He trained off after he traced my gaze to his t-shirt. "Oh. Gotcha. So am I like… one of the seven half bloods who are in the prophecy then?"
"That's what it seems like. But what doesn't make sense is how soon the places are filling. With the last Great Prophecy it took like a century to play out. It's just been a week since this prophecy was given. It just isn't logical!" I was seriously heated up now. I hated when things didn't make sense and this was seriously bamboozling (love that word). I shouldn't have been getting mad at Logan, who at this point looked genuinely afraid of me, but somehow my mind kept linking the problem back to him. Which, again didn't make sense.
"Annabeth, darling," Chiron whispered in my ear. "Why don't you go find Percy, I'll take things from here." I nodded, then stomped out of the room.
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