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So I don't have much to say in my authors note. Why don't we just get on with the story?

Here it is.

The Prophecy

Chiron POV

A half blood of the eldest gods

Shall reach sixteen against all odds

And see the world in endless sleep

The hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap

Olympus to preserve or raze

…

Those were the words.

Those were the words that changed everything.

Just those simple words.

I was in my office in the big house. It was late at night. I sat, listening to some calming music.

I wondered how words could have so much gravity over the way things work. Because of those words the big three gods, Zeus, Poseidon and Hades took an oath to never have kids. They thought that if none of them had kids, the prophecy would not get completed.

I let out a small chuckle. As if that would prevent the great prophecy from happening.

See, over the many decades of teaching demigods at Camp Half Blood I have learned one very important thing. And that is that prophecy's always, always have their way. You cannot prevent a prophecy from being completed. They always are completed. Its just the way that things work.

So one day a half blood will arrive at this camp who will be the child of a big three god. And on that day, everything will unravel. The gods could never have prevented that.

I reached back in my memories to the day that I first heard the prophecy. I remembered that day as if it were only yesterday.

…..

(flashback) It was a normal day at Camp Half Blood. Like any other. Demigods were training. Satyrs were out seeking. And I was in the attic of the big house.

Why was I in the attic you ask?

Well, I had a vision you see. In the vision I was in a dark room. All around me, nothing but darkness. Suddenly, out of thin air came a raspy sounding voice that slowly surrounded my entire being. It told me to go to the attic. It kept repeating one sentence: "Go to the attic and you will see…" over and over again. It kept echoing and repeating for a while, until finally the voice disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared.

Now, I had this vision at least four times. It came to me in my sleep, and it is highly unlikely for centaurs to get dreams, so I could not dismiss it as a dream. That is why today I had decided to follow the voice's command.

And that was how I ended up in the attic, pacing, waiting for something, anything to happen.

I looked around slowly, taking in the surroundings of the attic. I noticed a lot of hero's treasures and belongings that they had wished to put up here.

I remembered each and every one of them.

I hadn't forgotten any of them.

Every few paces, I stopped to stare at the decaying, rotted mummy of the oracle. I wondered if the vision had anything to do with her. The hollow eyes of the mummy seemed to stare into my soul, so I just kept walking.

After a few minutes of doing just that, something strange started to happen. The entire attic started to get eerie, heavy vibe to it, as if the air in it weighed a ton. The whole room seemed to be overtaken by a green mist too, that I later realized had come form the mummy.

I twisted around full circle, trying to figure out what was happening. The mist got so heavy; I could barely see ten inches from my face.

Then a raspy old voice, that sounded the same like the voice from my vision, filled the attic. The voice seemed to come from every direction, like it was slowly suffocating me.

I knew what this was. A lot of Half Bloods describe it exactly the way I was experiencing it now. It was the oracle.

The oracle was announcing another prophecy.

The prophecy had to be highly important. I've never been called by the oracle to come to the attic, let alone listen to a prophecy being spoken. And this time it had been called,by my vision.

The raspy voice spoke out the words:

A half blood of the eldest gods

Shall reach sixteen against all odds

The heroes' soul, cursed blade shall reap

A single choice shall end his day

Olympus to preserve or raze

The last words faded into the mist until there was nothing but silence in the attic. The mist also slowly lifted away until it was finally clear enough to see.

Right in front of me was the mummy sitting on a three-legged stool, looking up at me with a grotesque smile on its face. It looked as if she were mocking me, and everything I've been through so far just to add this prophecy to the list.

I slowly backed away from it.

Whatever just happened, happened because of the oracle. That, I was positive of. But why? Why me? Was this going to be the next great prophecy?

If it was, I was NOT looking forward to it.

I remembered the last great prophecy. The war, all the losses…I shuddered. It couldn't end up like that again.

I couldn't let that happen again. I walked (or should I say trotted) slowly over to the stairs of the attic, my head spinning with the new prophecy.

I had to tell the gods about this. And soon. I didn't know how long I could keep this a secret. And even if I tried to keep this a secret, the gods would find out sooner or later.

I had decided to go back to my study, and think about the possibilities of the prophecy.

Suddenly, a thought came to me. I had to write down the prophecy somewhere. I would forget otherwise. And I couldn't just write it anywhere, for I couldn't have any other half bloods reading it. I forced myself to look back at the mummy. Now where would be such a place to write it down and then hide it?

Then it hit me. As I was pacing the attic, I remembered my catching on something. Something interesting. It was a necklace of some sort. There was no note attached to it by any Half Blood.

It was an odd sort of necklace. It had a locket/compartment hanging off it like a charm. The entire necklace was a bright turquoise/green colour. It was actually very pretty.

I figured that if I wrote the prophecy on a piece of paper and folded it small enough, it would then fit into the locket. After all, it did not look very small. I judged by the size of it, that it could hold a fairly small piece of paper. Then I would hang the necklace on the oracle. Yes, I thought. That would be the best place for it. No one would notice it there, in such an obvious place.

So that's how I found myself ten minutes later, staring at the mummy with the prophecy on a folded piece of paper in the compartment of the necklace in my hand.

I slowly inched my hand over to the ancient mummy's neck. This very dirty work. The mummy was old, and decaying faster with every second my hand touched a centimetre of it.

Finally I got the necklace fully on the mummy.

I stepped back, admiring my work. You could hardly see any piece of paper within the necklace. And I doubted that any demigod would actually inspect the mummy closely, so they probably wouldn't even see the necklace. No one would notice a thing.

So, with my work done, I left the attic and the mummy of the oracle behind once and for all.

…...

I vowed to myself on that day that I would protect the child of the prophecy as much as I could. I could not let him die.

I would never break that vow.

So now, as I sit at my study thinking about the years to come, I will be waiting for the child of the prophecy. I will train him to be a fighter.

Not to give up.

I will protect him with my life.

Anything to not make this like the last time. The war…was devastating.

So when this child comes, and I know he will eventually, he will be ready.

When he comes I'll be waiting.

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-detective DG signs out