Disclaimer – I do not own Percy Jackson. I do own Amelia Sheridan. And I own all Prophecies written within this chapter.

I Get My Own Prophecy

"So what's this War Council about?" Conner Stoll asked, echoed with a (Yeah!) by his brother Travis.

It turned out that a War Council for Demigods was all the Head Counsellors, Chiron and Rachel, the Oracle, sitting round a pool table in what I learned was the Games Room of the big house. This was supposed to be very formal, but when you had Lee from Apollo's Cabin throwing a ping pong ball up in the air and catching it every ten seconds, it didn't feel like it.

Seeing as I was the one to collect everybody, all apart from Chiron, who was musing on how to tell them, turned to me. I looked desperately at the Centaur who, from the look on his face, had finally come to a decision.

"Back in 1981, a Prophecy was made that shocked the Gods into capitulation." Gasps were heard all around the table at this news. The only ones who didn't were Annabeth, who seemed to already know about the Prophecy, Percy, who must have found out from Annabeth, and Nico and I who had an inkling to where this was going. "After the Prophecy was made, all the Gods watched out for any and all who could take them down. You see how they react to any Demigod with a substantial power." Nods came in his direction. Chiron turned to Rachel. "My dear, you have the essence of the Oracle within you. Do you have any recollection of the Prophecy?"

Rachel, The Oracle, was a very pretty girl. She had red hair, like me. Was pale, like me, but had freckles covering nearly every inch of her nose.

"The Oracle remembers things." Rachel pondered. "There was a Prophecy made in 1981. It was a Thursday. The 3rd one in November. Thanksgiving…" Her voice faded away and she slumped over onto the table. Before I could react, let alone panic, Rachel picked herself up, she opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead a Green mist wove its way out between her lips. It spoke in a voice that sent chills up and down my spine.

"The day will come, when a girl sees all,

She'll see when all shall fail and fall,

A God backs her with all of his might,

Every bad memory will surface if she cannot fight,

All Half-blood kind will trust her to the end,

And work together, her father's world to mend."

The Green mist dissipated back into Rachel and before she could hit the table again, Percy caught her and held her up. Annabeth quickly ran from the room and returned less than a minute later with a glass of water. She gave it to Rachel who drank it down quickly, this seemed to give her strength, for Percy let go and she stayed upright.

"So that was the Prophecy? The one from 1981?" Percy confirmed, looking at Chiron.

"Yes. That was the Prophecy. Rachel did well to remember it." He nodded. "As you can probably imagine, only one God didn't conform to this. And it seemed he acted upon it 18 years ago, and if my timing is correct… mine and the clock on the wall, that is… Happy Birthday, Amelia."

"Thank you." I said quietly, as once again, all eyes turned to fall on me.

"This is another Great Prophecy?" asked Jason, who was the only one who, apart from those I knew, had the guts to look me in the eyes.

"Yes." Said a voice I knew I'd heard before, but had no memory of who it belonged to. Everyone else did though. Some gasped. Some shuddered. Some surrendered into silence. Chiron took charge.

"Come in, Brother."

A man walked into the room. His face was gaunt and eerie. He was pale and his eyes seemed to dart everywhere around the room in mere seconds. His appearance reminded me of Mick Jagger, very Rock'n'Roll.

"Chiron, long time." The man said.

"I'm not surprised. Its summer, shouldn't you be in the Underworld?"

Shouldn't you be in the Underworld? I racked my brain to see if I heard that right. If I did, then, this man… helped give me life.

"Dad?" I asked, standing up nervously.

"Amelia, my Daughter." He said, his face softening into a comforting mask. "Happy Birthday. I see you got my gift."

"I did. Thank you… but you didn't have to."

"You're my daughter… you will change the world. Why wouldn't I get you a Birthday Present?" He asked me. I heard everyone in the room hold their breathes for my answer. The bracelet could not only change the world in my hands, but destroy it. I didn't have to answer my father though, because somebody else did it for me.

"Oh that fact that the present you've given her could destroy the Gods." It was Mr. D.; he'd returned from Olympus and had given his grand entrance into the Games room. "What are you doing here, Uncle?" He demanded from my father as he took a seat at the other head of the table.

"I need a reason to visit my Son and Daughter?" Hades offered, looking at his nephew with distaste.

"I'm not buying it, Hades. Plus it's summer; this is Persephone's time to spend in Olympus with her parents."

"And Persephone is up there now with Zeus and Demeter. I have kept my side of the bargain, but I will not miss Amelia's birthday, especially when she has a prophecy to hear."

I knew that Persephone was the daughter of Zeus and Demeter, but it never sounded weird to me until now. Zeus and Demeter were brother and sister, my father was also their brother, which meant that he'd married his niece. It didn't matter one ounce though, the Gods didn't have DNA, so it there wasn't any grief about who they married or had children with.

"You best take a seat then, brother." Chiron said, defusing the tension. My father was breaking the rules set down by him and his brothers, just so he could hear a prophecy and see me on my birthday.

Hades nodded at Chiron and took a seat next to me. I didn't know whether to be flattered or worried.

"It's always better to keep both at hand, Amy." My father said, answering my unspoken query. Great, now he was reading my mind.

"Do you have to do that? It's a little weird." I asked, turning red with embarrassment.

"Sorry, it's a habit." He said and smiled in apology. A few gasps were heard. No God had ever apologized for embarrassing his or her Demigod children before. Hades quietened down the gasps of surprise with a glare. All the other Demigods apart from a select few returned to their previous trances of silence.

"I have to ask, before Amelia gets her prophecy, are you going to use her?" Percy demanded, staring point blank into my father's onyx colored eyes.

"If you are implying that I would use my daughter to regain control, then you are sadly mistaken, nephew. I wouldn't make her a target in that way." Hades replied. I didn't miss the double meaning behind what he said. Just because he wouldn't make me a target for helping him regain control, didn't mean that he wouldn't make me a target in another way. I shuddered to think how he would.

"Can we just get on with this? Please." I insisted. "Let me know my doom ahead of breakfast, and can we hurry? Preferably before my stomach starts talking." Everybody looked at me in surprise, I felt a blush cover my cheeks once more but I refused to take back my statement. Why keep me in suspense?

"She takes after you with her temper, I see." Dionysus commented, amused.

"No, more like her mother. She hasn't blasted anyone yet."

"I am still here." I reminded them, a little peeved.

"Quite." Chiron said. "Rachel, take Amelia into the other room and give her, her prophecy." The red-headed Oracle nodded and stood. Suddenly I felt nervous. This 17 year old girl, knew what my future held. I'd never have believed it if I hadn't been able to decipher peoples timelines. Rachel walked over to the door and paused, waiting for me. I took a deep breath, stood up and followed her.

We entered the big house kitchen. Rachel grabbed two stools and set them up in the middle of the room. She sat down in one and after hesitating for a few seconds, I sat down in the other.

"How is this going to work? Is it going to be like before?" I asked, anxious.

"Most likely. I have no idea what I look like when I speak a Prophecy, nor can I remember it afterwards. Just don't freak out and don't let me hit the floor. …It hurts."

"Okay."

"Scared?"

"Yeah." I said shakily. Rachel smiled.

"Ready?"

"No." Rachel's smile grew more pronounced. She closed her eyes, breathed in deeply and started to droop towards the floor. I put my hands out to catch her, but she righted her herself before she came into contact with my awaiting palms. The green mist that emerged from her mouth before came slithering out between her lips. It twisted and turned, making shapes in mid-air. And just like before, it spoke in its rasping voice.

"The sun shall rise, and the moon shall fall.

When you ask for help, the twins shall answer your call.

The connection you have with a certain star.

Shall watch out for you as you travel very far.

Many dangers, you and your cousins shall face.

Will make you lose your allies without the fairest trace.

And when hope seems lost and all seems to fail.

One final gift from your father will make you lose or prevail."

It took me a while to become animated as the green mist dispelled back into Rachel. She started to slump forwards again and I had to make myself move to catch her before she hit the floor.

"Thanks." She said, weakly as I steadied her.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I think the brunt of it has passed."

"It takes a lot out of you, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, but I don't regret accepting the spirit of the Oracle. It's a gift." Rachel inhaled deeply. Her strength returned and she smiled. "Did it go okay?"

"It was weird. Not the way that you did it, it was the same as before. But it was what was said." Rachel nodded and stood. It was time to face the others. "Do I have to tell them the prophecy?"

"No, but it is advised that you tell Chiron and Mr. D. And your dad of course. They can help you understand it."

We left the kitchen and started back to the Games Room. Before I was too nervous to see what was around me, this time I took a moment to look at my surroundings. Everything inside the house seemed ordinary. There was only one door open, it was a study and bedroom rolled into one. It had a wheel chair by an old record collection so I guessed it was Chiron's room. There was a leopard's head upon the wall above a fire place, it would have been normal apart from when it saw us it growled. Rachel giggled slightly.

"I wouldn't worry about him. That's Seymour, he just wants Snausages. He can't get enough of them." My father's voice said just by the door to the Games room. He came towards us and nodded at Rachel, who nodded back and went to join the others.

"He's alive?"

"In a way, yes. Your cousin has a strange sense of humour."

"Not strange!" Came Mr. D's outraged voice.

"Calm down, Dionysus." Hades said, muffling out Mr. D's grumbling. "Seymour was liberated at a Garage sale. Being Dionysus's sacred animal, he decided to grant it life."

"But it's a head." I said, confused.

"Your cousin was under the impression that life as a mounted head was better than no life at all."

"So it's just a head, no body behind the wall?" My father nodded in confirmation. "If it eats, where does all the food go?"

"Best not ask that question."

"You have no idea, do you?" I grinned, catching him out.

"Not a clue. Come on."

We walked back into the Games Room and sat back down at the pool table. It was clear everyone had heard mine and Hades' conversation about Seymour. Their expressions were disbelieving, it was like they couldn't believe that the God of the Underworld could have a discussion with his daughter like a normal Dad. Chiron and Mr D. on the other hand, seemed unfazed by occurrence.

"Amelia, now that you have had your prophecy, it is up to you to tell us what is necessary about what you were told." Chiron said. I could tell that having a prophecy made about you was something not to be taken lightly. It told you your future. Sometimes it told you whether you were going to live or die. In this case, I had no idea.

"The prophecy didn't really tell me much." I said, honestly, though they didn't seem to believe me. Disbelieving looks were sent in my direction. "I'm serious. It didn't tell me what I'm supposed to do, or where I'm supposed to go."

"What did it say exactly?" Mr. D. asked in a strained tone. I took a deep breath, I felt like the whole world was resting on my shoulders. I supposed in a way, it was. But this prophecy was supposed to help me, so why didn't it tell me anything?

"It said something about the moon and the sun and that if I need help, Apollo and Artemis will answer my call."

"Go on." Chiron encouraged.

"Uhhhh, my connection with Zoë Nightshade will guide me," I said, trying to remember.

"Who is Zoë Nightshade?" Came a voice at the other end of the table. It was Piper, she was looking intently at me with questions in her eyes.

"Zoë was a Hunter of Artemis, but the Titan, Atlas killed her. His own daughter."

"So she was a Demigod?"

"No, she was one of the Espirades." Jason looked shocked at the mention of the Daughters of Atlas.

"The five daughters situated at Mt. Tamalpais?" I nodded. "Next to Devil Mountain?" I nodded again. "I knew her."

"What do you mean, you knew her?" Piper asked, in an almost jealous tone.

"Camp Jupiter is right there, next to the two mountains."

"He's right." Percy confirmed, saving Jason's hide. "You have to remember that Jason is a Roman Demigod, not a Greek one."

"Wait, Jupiter is your dad, not Zeus?" I enquired and Jason confirmed with a quick nod. "Say something in Latin." He thought for a second then opened his mouth and complied with my request. The language that came out of his lips was not one I'd heard before, but my reaction to it was the same as when I heard Greek for the first time.

"Ianuam necem." Jason intoned. It came out rich and clear, like a Mother Tongue. I knew what he said.

"Doors of Death." I tried to say, but it came out like a solemn whisper. How could this be happening? How could I understand Greek and Latin so easily on the first try?

"You understand Latin?"

"And Greek." I sighed frustrated. "I don't understand."

"Tell her, Brother." Chiron induced. I looked to my father, his face was ashamed like there was some secret that he wanted to keep in the dark. But one look at my bewildered expression won him over.

"At the time of your… conception." We both made a face at the word. "I was in the forms of both Hades and Pluto. You are the only Demigod of Greek and Roman descent."

"Anything else before I volunteer for a straitjacket?" I asked weakly, I was overwhelmed. I felt my shoulders sag.

"Let's just get back to the prophecy. What else was said?" Hades diverted. To be honest I was grateful, the quicker we had this finished, the sooner I could sleep and let my mind rest.

"It said at the end when I feel like I'm going to fail," I looked Hades in the eyes, "You're going to give me something that will help me. A final gift."

After moments of silence, which felt like hours to me, Chiron cleared his throat.

"You must decide, Amelia, which two shall go with you." I knew of course, but what settled it was Jason, he stood up and said confidently.

"I have to go. You understand Latin. You have one of the Bracelets of the Espirades." He pointed to the item of jewellery in front of me. "It's right next to Camp Jupiter. I have to go."

"And you will." I confirmed. "The Prophecy said my cousins will come with me. Percy? Are you in.?" I turned to the Son of Poseidon, who nodded with a determined look in his sea green eyes.

"Definitely."