Hello! Once again, I don't own Percy Jackson. But I do happen to half way own Camp Demi! Read HauntedAngel15's Camp Demi Story! When we get futher into the story, they'll go together!
Twelve beings sat inside a massive room, each on a throne. They seemed to be in a museum, the way it was designed. A room that seemed to be right out of the paintings of ancient Greece . . .
The people themselves were almost as absurd. The longer you looked at them, the more unclear they became. Each reflecting an unnatural power. One was a man that seemed to be of the ocean, another of the stormy sky. One was beauty be on your wildest dreams, another seemed to of the harvest. On and on they went.
One of the men rose and stood before the others, "Thank you," His voice was powerful. Enough to scare the wits out of the devil himself, so to speak. "Thank you all for coming on such short notice, but we have a very important event to discus . . ."
"All of you know we are in the middle of the war. The mortals have taken to calling it 'The War to End All Wars.' Most unlikely, alas, bless their cursed souls. But, we are not here to discuss the war." The man went on.
"Then what are we here to discuss, father?" A woman with striking gray eyes challenged the man. She called him father, but no resemblance took place.
"We are here to discuss a life that should be dead." The man's eyes fell onto another man. He was powerful looking, as if a whole army was at his side.
"It was my choice, and my choice alone, Zeus." The other man rose, his eyes gleaming with anger. The first man, Zeus, stood in shock. As if no one had addressed to him like this before.
"Ares, sit down." Zeus spoke to the other man, Ares, like a father would if he was scolding his child.
"I can make my own decision, I-"
Just then, a small teenage girl bust into the room, "Stop! Stop!" She cried. The two men turned their heads at the odd sight. It wasn't ever day an outsider just strolled into the throne room.
"Jennifer." A young man that radiated the sun said, "What are you doing here? You have not been granted permission!"
"I'm- I'm sorry." The girl, Jennifer, gasped for breath. "But-But I had to come. Had too. . ." The girl was still trying to breathe, so she didn't really make sense.
"Words, Jennifer, words!" The same young man spoke to the younger girl, "I may know over fifty languages, but Gibberish isn't one of them!"
"Apollo, shush! Let the poor girl breathe!" A girl of around the young man's, Apollo's, age snapped.
"You people are no fun." Apollo groaned, which got him wacked up side the head.
"What is it child," Zeus spoke to Jennifer.
"Ares had every right to save his son." Jennifer said to the older man, which too a great deal of courage seeing that he could destroy you with just a simple flick of the wrist.
"What do you mean mortal?" There was no doubt Zeus was angry, it was written all over his body and in his voice.
"It was not his time, he is needed." Jennifer's voice seemed to change to a more powerful one. Green Mist soon came spewing out of her mouth;
The son of sea shall go upon a quest,
And rescue the boy who was put to rest.
To where the fire once burned, you must go.
But be forewarned- for the wind will not slow.
In a place of sand, you will continue the quest,
But the dogs of hell will strike a dove in her chest.
The daughter of thieves shall lead the way,
But the tides of the sea will deceive them with dismay.
The thought of time will be recovered, lost, and found again.
An ally from the enemy they will send.
In the end- the sea will calm, the dove shall breathe another breath,
The Winds will stir, and evil will rest.
But as the suns sets for the day,
The price of victory the children shall pay.
At this, Jennifer crumbled to the ground. There were several gasp and murmuring throughout the others. Apollo smiled and walked over to stand over Jennifer, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the next Great Prophecy!"
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