[A/N]: So gladdened by all your enthusiastic and lovely reviews :D
You guys made me so much happier, because I was feeling rather annoyed, for no apparent reason whatsoever. I woke up today, and just started hating the whole entire world. I'm so emo…
Ah, well. Here's to some more Prophecy :)
Oh, and by the way, I wrote a oneshot, "Dark Moon." If you haven't reviewed yet, if you would please R&R it, ta. It's an attempt at twisting the clichéd Daughter of Artemis into something more original. Warning in advance: it's rather dark and depressing, with murder and slight bit of suicide. Yep. That's how emo I'm being right now. Basically, it's narrated from a Hunter's point of view…NOT the daughter of Artemis's view. It's rather strange…o.O
Anywho…
Prophecy, Part II
The next morning, Chiron woke up, yawning. He was still happily drifting in his pony fantasies when he heard a knock on his door. A second later, a girl slipped in, looking extremely frightened.
What the Hades was she doing here? And who was she, anyways?
Then, he remembered. Oh. Gods. He cleared his throat, glancing around nervously. "Er…good morning, my dear. How's your chipped nail?"
"Chipped?" The girl stepped back, aghast at his word choice. "Chipped? It was a broken, and the injury is so great, that I must be hospitalized!"
He twitched. "Uh…yes, devastating. Very. Now, uh, my dear, if you could get downstairs…I need to take the curlers out of my tail…"
She blinked those huge eyes of her, then slipped out of the door. Chiron sighed, then put his head between his hands. This was going to be hard.
And that was before he remembered that there was a prophecy about the girl. Sweet Zeus…
And about Zeus. Chiron was a bit mystified by the god's behavior…the girl surely wasn't his daughter, right? If she was, Chiron was going to join the dark side for sure. Again, they had cookies, and he enjoyed eating delicious cookies.
He cleared his throat loudly, then clopped out of the door, to the porch of the Big House. Mr. D was sitting by the table, looking up as Chiron came in.
"Someone tell me why there's a creepy little brat crawling about this place," he drawled. "She was rather impudent, too. I asked her why she was holding her hand in such an injured way, and she was rather offended. Her hand looked fine to me."
Chiron could tell the wine god was in quite a bad mood. His news wasn't going to help, either. "Mr. D, she's the subject of a prophecy too."
"WHAT?" The god jumped up, enraged, his soda spilling across the table. With an impatient wave of his hand, the carbonated water cleared up—but then, the god turned to face Chiron. The centaur gulped. Being turned into a dolphin wasn't exactly on his "Top Ten Things to Do" list.
Mr. D opened his mouth to say something, but he finally just turned and went, slamming the door behind him. Chiron dropped into his usual seat, sighing. This was going to be a rather long day.
Then, the door was flung open, and a panting Rachel Elizabeth Dare appeared, followed by Percy, Annabeth, and Nico. "You called for us, Chiron?"
Right. The quest. "Uh, yes. Now, let me get her…"
He stopped. Where was that—uh, whatever her name was—girl?
His dilemma was solved when the said girl popped up suddenly, looking about with those large, creepy eyes of hers. "Oh hello."
"Oh, good," Chiron muttered, relieved that he didn't have to walk about trying to look for her. "Uh…what's your name?"
"…Ingram…"
"Oh." He had expected her name to be some strange hybrid combination of Greek, Latin, English, and Romanian, but okay…
"So." He cleared his throat, looking at the teenagers gathered about the table. Rachel was drifting off into the distance, her green eyes unfocused and blank. Percy was staring at Annabeth. Annabeth, unaware of Percy's gaze, was looking attentively at Chiron. Nico was slumped in his chair, looking bored to death. No pun intended.
And Ingram…er…well, she had taken out a mirror and was now examining her face in it, along with her chipped nail. "Chiron," she announced rather loudly, "I need a medic. Right now. My manicure has been ruined with this broken nail, and I cannot stand it."
Chiron guessed that she was a daughter of Aphrodite. Obviously—who else would be this picky?
Sure enough, a pink flare seemed to go around the girl, and she was immediately covered in makeup, some sort of fancy dress—stuff like that, which made her look even more creepy than usual. Sort of like an overgrown pink snake with makeup.
Oh wait—that was an insult to snakes. Never mind.
He cleared his throat again. "Well, then, daughter of Aphrodite. I have a prophecy for all of you."
Girl of the broken nail,
Shall set out to send mail—
Saving something important to us all…
But beware…do not fall…
"What do you all think?"
Annabeth sat back, her eyebrows raised in amusement. "Are you sure that's a prophecy, Chiron? I mean, are you sure it's not something from your…er…centaur dreams?"
"Worst prophecy I've ever heard ever," Nico muttered. "What the…?" His gaze turned accusingly to Rachel.
The Oracle looked at all of them. "Why is everyone staring at me?"
"You're the one who made the prophecy," Percy offered helpfully. Or not…as a certain son of Poseidon cowered behind a chair a few seconds later as a rather annoyed Oracle of Delphi glared at him.
"Thank you very much," she hissed vehemently. "I'm pretty aware of this all, Percy."
"Okay, okay! I'm sorry! You don't have to give me that creepy stalker glare!"
"So," said Chiron loudly over the protests, "Who has a suggestion?"
Ingram spoke up in this soft voice (meant for being nice and happy…but all it did was make Chiron wince in horror): "Perhaps the Fates will just let everything happen accordingly. Perhaps we do not need to worry—"
There was a flash of light, and everything went white for a second. When Chiron finally restored his vision, all he saw was bright spots in the air. He shook his head again and again, until he could finally see the grinning figure that had appeared.
"Hello, Chiron."
"Mmhablagh!" was all the centaur could say, considering that there was something stuffed in his mouth. He spit it out and looked at it in disgust. "What is that?"
"It's mail for you," was the offended reply. "I didn't mean for it to get stuck in your mouth."
"Blagh!" Chiron glared at the newcomer, then sighed. "Alright, so what else do you have to say?"
Hermes grinned and pointed at Ingram. "I've got a job for yonder fair lady here."
Ingram gave him that 'fluttery eyelashes' thing that just made Chiron puke. However, when Hermes spoke again…
"Say, Ingram darlin', can you deliver some mail for me?"
Now Chiron was not expecting that.
Girl of the broken nail,
Shall set out to send mail—
Wait a moment. Wasn't this part of the prophecy…?
Ingram squealed and went outside immediately. Annabeth sighed, then pulled Percy, Rachel, and Nico with her as she followed the other girl. Chiron waited until they had all gone (including Hermes), then sat down and took out his mail.
It was a ridiculous brochure, written in large block letters: Are you willing to join the dark side? Come today! We have free cookies!
Not for the first time, Chiron facepalmed. Seriously? They had the nerve to ask him to the dark side? He had been tempted, but he never, never would join them. He was the good guy, always—
Ingram ran inside, screaming happily around him…something about awesome powers or what. He blinked at her. "Uh, what is it, my child?"
"I'M A DAUGHTER OF ZEUS AND APHRODITE! YET I'M STILL A HALF-BLOOD FOR SOME RANDOM REASON! LOOKEY! I CAN BLAST STUFF WITH PINK LIGHTNING!"
Well…that was pleasant. Chiron really didn't mind, until Ingram blasted his chair apart with, sure enough, pink lightning. Joy.
Okay, Fine. Scratch it all. He was the good guy, almost always. Chiron sighed, then turned the brochure over. On the backside, there was a box with the word "yes!" on it, along with "please send me an instruction manual on how to be with the dark side, and free cookies."
He checked the box. After all, cookies were nice to eat.
[A/N]: And of course, since I'm really out of ideas currently, this will be a small story thingymajigabob.
So...to be continued…in "Prophecy, Part III." A girl who can zap with pink lightning, a dark Chiron, and of course, lotsa cookies. Where will it go? I don't really want to know…(hey! That rhymed!)
Ah, I'm so annoyed at the world for no reason at all right now. And I'm sleep deprived. Again. :(
Anyone want to review and give me a hug? Cookies would be nice too. Oh, and a nice warm cup of hot chocolate. And perhaps…some huge chocolate muffins. Gods, I just love those muffins…
Review please, and make my day much happier :)