Everyone just stood there. Percy was confused. Wisty was inching closer to him. She was sure he wasn't evil. He couldn't be.
Wisty broke a long, awkward silence, "Do you know who The One is?"
"Who?" Percy said.
Byron was still not trusting, "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Whit said, "I don't see the big deal. She isn't saying anything big. "
Wisty ignored the comments, "Well, he's trying to take over the world. Take away everyone's rights."
"Sounds like a bad dude." Percy said.
"He is, except multiply his bad news by 10."
"That sucks, but what do you want me to do about it?" Percy said not catching on.
"You are going to help take him down!" Wisty declared.
"What?" Percy said.
"What?" Whit had barely missed seeing this coming.
"There was no prophecy about anyone involving water." Janine said.
"Maybe he wasn't detected. He is from another world after all." Wisty said logically.
"I don't trust him!" Byron stated.
"We know!" Wisty rolled her eyes.
"Do I have a choice?" Percy said. He had nowhere else to go.
"Good point." Whit shrugged.
Wisty bit her lip.
"Look!" Janine cried pointing at a wall at the hideout, Garfunkel's.
The wall was a wall of prophecy. It was changing and morphing. It showed a small scene. The goat boy Percy saw in his dream was pacing in an office with a pretty blonde girl with grey eyes. There was an old man concerned too. Wait! Was that man half horse?
They all stared bewildered. Percy had a ping of recollection. The strength of the memory caused him to fall onto his back. The scene faded. It was replaced by a prophecy on the wall. It read The boy from another world will aid against The One. Then the wall was black once more.
"Who's she?" Wisty asked.
"I don't know," Percy said, "But the goat kid's name is Grover, I think."
"Helpful," Whit rolled his eyes, his voice dripping in sarcasm.
"I'm confused," Byron said.
"No one cares, Weasel!" Wisty said aggravated, clenching her fists.
"She's kind of pretty," Percy said, remembering the girl.
"I guess," Wisty said with an eye roll, "if you like blondes,"
"Yeah," Whit said noticing his sister's hair beginning to smoke a little. He gave a slight chuckle.
"I guess, prophecy says you're in for the fight," Sasha moved on.
"I guess so," Percy said. "I have nowhere else to go and I'm stuck here for the foreseeable future."
"Yep!" Janine chimed.
"Yea, if you aren't a wuss at almost dying." Wisty said, acting nonchalant.
Percy wanted to remember, tried to remember. He tried to look at his past, his face screwed into one of concentration. Percy tried so hard he looked constipated. Nothing came, no memories, no anything. At the site of Percy's face, Byron erupt into laughing followed by everyone else. The laughter snapped Percy back to the reality he was in.
"I guess I can do it…" Percy's voice faded as he went into another search for any memory. Again nothing came.
After silence, Whit asked, "What's the game plan?"
"Ummm…." Wisty and Sasha paused in unison.