Yay! UPDAAAAATE! xD
Anyways, you may have noticed that I changed my username... If you didn't, that's okay too! I changed it because I had to... My friend has been looking for my account for ages and I don't want her to read this xD She writes WAAAAAY better and I feel embarrassed at showing it to her...
ruerox11: Thank you! Sorry it's so short, I only write at lunch time when I get a break from my daily activities. This means I only get 20min of writing a day xD THANKS FOR ZE AWESSSOOOME COOKIE! :D
Also, I've been asked to add some Traitie. I will, I promise. I just haven't introduced them yet... :) Plus, YOU GET TO READ THE PROPHECY NEXT TIME! HUZZAH!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except Malcolm! :D Wait, that means dating my half brother. Eww. Nevermind... I WANT PERCYYYYY! (Annabeth is going to murder me... x.x)
"We cannot allow her to continue. She already shows signs of higher power than the boy," Zeus shouts, scaring his wife who stands by his side.
"I will not allow you to blow my child to dust," Hades retorts, hands flying in the air as he spits out every word.
"I'm not even certain why I was called into this," Poseidon sighs, leaning lazily in an armchair, hands playing with the fishing net at his side, tying the strings into small knots.
"Neither do I," Athena agrees, eyes not leaving the paper as she does some strange mathematical equation.
"And how about me?" Apollo adds, his voice sing-song and merry despite his obvious boredom. "Why'd you call her in, anyways?" he continues, pointing to his sister beside him.
"Because your Oracle, Apollo, has had a prediction many years ago which we think may be coming true now," Hera explains, her lips pursed tightly. "And it includes all of your children."
"No way," Poseidon spat, jumping out of his chair and sending it flying backward. "I'm not allowing my child to travel with the any of the Athena scum any longer. Not after the whole Annabeth/Percy issue."
"Scum?" Athena retorts, her voice rising as she spits out the word. "Scum? You're one to talk, Seaweed. You should be glad I haven't destroyed your son by now, especially now that he's got his hands all over my daughter!"
"You're one to talk!" Poseidon spat. "If it weren't for your daughter―"
"Your son would have died years ago!" she spits, cutting him off.
"Stop it this instant!" Zeus shouts, his voice travelling over the crowd and quieting them. "You two sound like an old married couple."
Blushing slightly, Poseidon went to retort, but Athena beat him to it.
"Then I suppose you guys can just enjoy a peaceful afternoon alone. I suppose my council won't be necessary if I cannot stop acting like an old bickering woman," Athena snaps, turning to leave.
"Sweethe―"
"Don't you dare 'sweetheart' me Zeus or I swear on the River Styx that the prophecy of your defeat will one day come true! Now, are we fixing things or not?" She spat angrily, the look in her eyes murderous.
"Well..." he trails off, taken aback by his daughter's threat. Although he already knew that it was prophesied that he would fall by the hand of a child of his and Metis, he never thought she would actually know about the prophecy, let alone threaten him with it.
"We need to fix... this," Hera says nonchalantly, pointing towards the glowing circle of light which showed the red-headed oracle.
Rachel sat there, hands over her ears. A soft humming escapes her lips, melodious and beautiful yet mysterious all at once. In her shaking hands she held one thing, a small piece of parchment with the wretched words written upon it.
The girl did not know what to do. She couldn't show it to everyone in fear that they would hate her for it. Bad news does not go well around Camp Half-Blood, especially not after the Titan War. Yet she knew also that she could not keep it to herself. She could not control destiny.
The gods watched as the girl got herself up off the ground, legs wobbly like gelatine. Grasping the hand rail firmly with one hand, she began to take small steps towards the door. For a moment, she hesitated, calculating the pros and cons of telling everyone the prophecy.
I would help save lives.
But I would be hated by Camp. Shunned even.
What a selfish thought. I'm better off telling them...
Yet she couldn't bear to see the look on her friends faces, the sadness behind their eyes. She couldn't bear to face them. She couldn't see them like that again, the hope simply washed out of their faces.
But at the same time, she would hate herself if she'd let them die due to her foolish selfishness.
She continued walking, step by step, eventually reaching the door, opening it and racing outside. Then, with the moonlight beating down on her shoulders like boulders and the grief reaching her eyes, she ran as fast as her feet could take her to the Big House.