Chapter Four
Percy's POV
The temperature dropped in the room. The fire that burned merrily in the fireplace turned to Hellfire. There was a muffled wailing sound coming from the ground. We all looked to Nico.
Shadows were spreading from behind him, and his face was a cold mask. Everyone leaned away from him. The screams of damned souls were muffled by the floor, but we could all tell what they were. All at once, the ground around us half-bloods erupted, skeletal hands clawing their way through.
I jumped out of my chair, and drew Riptide. The Weasleys looked thoroughly terrified. All the wizards in the room had drawn their wands.
Hermione pointed and yelled," Stand back! Bombardo!"
A small explosion erupted and the skeletal hands were blasted to pieces. I brandished my sword at Nico, who by this time was starting to calm down, though only slightly. "Bro, there's no need to kill everyone! This isn't Bianca!"
His face reverted back to normal. "I was just showing the wizards a little taste of my power. No need to overreact," he said calmly.
Once everyone had calmed down a bit, we moved on to Reyna. She stood and whirled her cloak, Aegis, around in front of her. "My cloak was enchanted by Annabeth's mother, Athena. It's called Aegis. I survived an explosion and defeated the giant Orion with this cloak."
Hermione raise her hand. "Don't you have a special power?"
"No," Reyna shook her head. "Some demigods don't have any manifestable powers. Like a child of Apollo could be good at singing, but they can't really do anything with that, can they. Or Annabeth, she is a child of Athena, but she can't attack people with her mind."
Annabeth nodded,"Exactly."
I clapped my hands. "Alright, Rachel's turn!"
She shook her head. "This might not work, you know. The Oracle speaks when she must."
"Well, we can ask her about the quest, right?" I asked her.
"I guess," she looked doubtful.
Jason made a wide gesture. "Well, it's worth a shot. Go ahead, Percy."
"I'll have to warn you," I joked to the wizards. "I was the chosen One for like, five years."
Harry choked. "He muttered something to Ron, who chuckled. I ignored them.
Suddenly, a green Mist filled the room, and there was a hissing sound. We all looked to rachel, whose eyes had gone green, and were glowing.
"I am the spirit of Delphi, speaker of the prophecies of Phoebus Apollo, slayer of the mighty Python. Approach seeker, and ask."
" Okay, um, what will happen during this quest?"
"Eleven shall gain a magic blessing,
And will lose one on whom they're depending,
Three will engage an epic fight,
And win it for some of Magic's light,
The One Who Lived will lose his last tie,
And find that one he trusted had lied."
And with that, Rachel's eyes stopped glowing, and the Mist swirled up into her mouth. "Did it work?"
There was silence. Huh? From what I could tell, it made some sense.
"What does that even mean?" Ron said into the silence.
"I wouldn't stress yourself out. In my experience, there's no point in trying to figure it out until the end," I told him.
"The end?" Hermione questioned.
"Yeah, when most of the prophecy comes to pass," Annabeth told them. They stared with confused expressions.
"Still, I think we can figure out what half of this means. One Who Lived? Magic's light? That's Harry and Hecate, right?" Piper voiced. We all turned to look at her.
"So it's gonna be Hecate again? Geez, that lady's a busybody," Leo muttered, but we all heard him.
"Again? You mean you've met this Hecate before?" Hermione had that look that Annabeth got when she was reading, except it wasn't as cute on her as it was on Annabeth. Annabeth, myself, Leo, and Hazel shuddered.
"We'd rather not think about that," Hazel warned. Harry's eyebrows shot up.
"So… she's an enemy?" he asked. All the demigods furiously shook our heads, and Leo made an x with his arms.
"Trust me, you do not want her as an enemy. You'd be dead in two seconds," Frank warned.
"Bro, you just transformed into an iguana. No one's taking you seriously," Leo told him, and Frank's eye twitched slightly before he looked away.
"Still, she's one of the Greek gods. The Goddess of Crossroads and Magic. She created the veil that separates the normal world and the godly world," Annabeth looked to Hazel, who waved her hand. Mist, the supernatural kind, wafted through the air. "Sometimes even us demigods can't see through the Mist."
"Got it. Hecate is a good guy. What about the rest of the prophecy?" Harry looked around, but no one had any answers.
"Okay, I think that's enough for now. Off to bed. Come on!" Mrs. Weasley ushered us out of the kitchen and up about a million flights of stairs before she split us up.
"Girls through here. Boys, that's your room," she said firmly, but her British accent made it harder to pay attention.
Leo saluted and marched through the door, the rest of us guys following suit. Through the heavy wooden door was a large room with beds lined up along the walls. It was admittedly creepy, with black walls and a single, dirty, barred window. It reminded me of a prison cell.
Two of the bunks had stuff on and around them, I assumed that was Ron and Harry. We picked our beds, Frank and Leo going to the window, Nico, Jason, and I filling in between. Grabbing the backpack I had left in the hall, I dropped it onto the already made bed and brought out a golden drachma.
"What is that?" came the tell-tale British accent. I turned around to see Harry and Ron looking over curiously. I held up the golden coin.
"This? It's a gold drachma, the currency of the gods. We demigods use them to IM," I explained. Annabeth would've done a better job of explaining, but she was usually better at most things that required a brain.
Ron's eyes widened as he said," You use gold coins to instant message people?"
"No, Iris Message. Watch and learn," using my powers, I felt that familiar tug in my gut as I used the water vapor in the air to come closer together, forming a mist wall. Light filtered in from the window and hit the mist, creating a dazzling rainbow.
"O Iris, goddess of the rainbow, show me Sally Jackson, New York," I prayed, and the vision of my mother came into view in the mist as I threw the coin into the rainbow. "Hey Mom."
"Oh! I don't think I'll ever get used to you popping out of nowhere," my wonderful mother told me."And who are they?"
"These guys are the people we came to protect. Meet Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Harry, Ron, meet my mom," I introduced them. Harry was in awe of the shimmering rainbow, and Ron was openly gawking at it. We talked for a little while longer, but as I kept the mist wall up, I started to feel the drain on my powers, coupled with the fight from before, and the fact that it was the dead of night. So, saying goodnight to my mom, yelling at everyone in the room to be quiet so I could get some sleep for once, I burrowed under my blankets and curled up so tightly that I probably resembled a burrito. I fell asleep as soon as I finished burrowing.
