Thank you so much to everyone that helped, especially to Lucio BetaBlake, The Graceus Ultor and AthenaGirl823, (who helped with the prophecy). Thank you to Irisa0816 for the names for the baby in Tobias's sequel. To anyone I may have missed in giving credit to, I apologize, just give me a shout out and I'll put your name in.
To everyone now, I still have a list of names that were put forward from when we were picking names for the Little Twins, but if there are any more names you lot want to put forward, go ahead.
Um… there may be something else, but I can't think… If there are any guest reviews that I missed, also shout at me.
Percy was doing his best to manoeuvre through rush hour traffic. Alvie and Crystal were sat in the back, Crystal doing her best to keep Alvie calm as he tried to fight a 'psychic panic attack', but she wasn't having much success.
Slamming his fist onto the horn, Percy bit back a savage Ancient Greek curse, glaring at the idiot mortal driver as he sped past.
He was only speeding through terrible traffic to get to Camp. Alvie was insistent on getting there. Louisa had been as well. Nico had shadow-travelled ahead to tell Rachel that Alvie was on his way to talk to her about a prophecy he had randomly come up with while Annabeth was sending an IM to Chiron and briefing him on what was going on.
"Dad…" Percy glanced in the rear view mirror, seeing Alvie's pale face riddled with scarlet tear tracks. His next words were incoherent, his eyelids dropping.
"Stop the car!" Crystal cried, panic flaring in her voice. Percy swerved into a nearby parking space, gaining an angry blare of a horn. He didn't pay it any attention, jumping out and darting around the car. Crystal had opened the door on Alvie's left, but was struggling to direct him out. Percy hooked his arms under Alvie's and around his chest and eased his son out of the car. Crystal quickly followed, but had to dance around Alvie as he coughed and choked up a mix of blood and vomit.
"Crystal, look in the glove box. There's a bottle of water." Crystal scrambled to get it. She dodged around the pool of vomit/blood and handed the bottle to Percy, who was half keeping Alvie on his feet and half letting Alvie lean on him.
Percy managed to open the bottle and the water twisted out the top and wrapped around Alvie's head, covering his eyes. Alvie shivered, but some tension left his shoulder.
Crystal glanced round, noticing all passers-by were casually walking on. They didn't notice a boy crying and vomiting blood and they didn't notice magical water. Crystal was going to have to see if she could control the Mist somehow.
She looked back at Alvie, who was now more dependent on his father holding him up. He had stopped coughing up blood while the blood on his cheeks was washed away gently with excess water. He was still trembling, just not as much as he had been when they were in the car.
Percy waited a few minutes, before attempting to talk to Alvie. "Are you OK?"
"Can't… see…" Alvie gasped. It sounded like he had a sore throat.
"I'm working on that, bud. Do you want to carry on to Camp?" Alvie nodded weakly and Percy helped him back into the car. Crystal instantly jumped in next to him. Percy charmed a nearby puddle to wash away the sick/blood before returning to the driver's seat. He went at a slightly slower pace and didn't hurtle around corners like a rocket, attempting to reduce Alvie's sickness.
It took them another half an hour to get to Camp. Alvie had fallen asleep, his head on Crystal's shoulder.
Rachel, Chiron and Nico were waiting for them at the top of the hill. Nico had a stem from Thalia's tree and was twirling it in his fingers. He looked relieved when he saw Percy's car at the base of the hill. Rachel ran down to greet them.
Crystal had never met Rachel before, but she seemed nice enough, fussing over Alvie, who had woken up once the car had stopped, like his mother would. There was one thing that confused Crystal though- Rachel didn't look very… Oracle-y…
"Is everything OK?" Rachel asked, studying Alvie's face gently in her hands, as if mesmerising it to recreate later. She was talking to Percy. "Why are his eyes all red?"
"We had to stop." Percy told her, grabbing Alvie's elbow to steady him. Crystal put Alvie's other arm around her shoulders to help keep him on his feet. Percy led them up the hill, fumbling in his pocket with his free hand.
"Percy, what happened?"
"Hold on a sec…" Percy mumbled, freeing the bit of paper Alvie's prophecy had been scribbled on. He handed it over to her. "Does that mean anything?" Rachel scanned through it, frowning. (Thank you so much to AthenaGirl823 for sending in the prophecy!)
Four legacies will embark on a quest
Love and friendship be put to the test
Through storms and sun the four must trudge
To find the one who holds a grudge
They reached the top of the hill. Here, Percy explained about the delay. Chiron easily picked Alvie up and placed him on his back. Alvie had dozed off again. He was still pale, but Crystal was relieved that he was no longer puking or crying blood. The centaur sent Nico off to fetch an Apollo medic while the rest of them made their way up the Big House.
Crystal had heard a lot about Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter and she was eager to visit them. With no selfish intentions, she just wished she could have visited this place for the first time in better circumstances. Alvie could give her the tour, considering she pulled him away from his books for long enough.
She was a bit a surprised to see a guy in his mid-thirties in a bright leopard-print shirt drinking Diet Coke and playing some card game with two kids that… had horns and goat legs…
Ok, she was worried now.
The guy looked up lazily as they passed.
"I see you've bought more troublemakers to this horrible place, Peter Johnson." Percy clenched his jaw, but said nothing. That was so unlike Percy. Normally, he said something sarcastic and sassy back, but he just followed Chiron into the Big House. Crystal stood stupidly on the porch, staring at the strange man. He stared back, bored. "Can I help you?"
"She's with me." Crystal turned and saw Nico jog up the steps with a blue-eyed, blonde-haired guy in his mid-twenties.
"Demon brat…" The man muttered as Nico waved Crystal inside. Nico, also, ignored the man.
"Who was that?" Crystal asked as they started up the stairs.
"That's Mr. D." He saw her blank look and pitied her. "He's Dionysus, the god of wine and the stroppiest person to ever step foot on this planet."
"He's a god?" Nico nodded. "Why's he here then?"
"He's grounded." Nico's friend grinned. "Michael Davis." He smiled, holding his hand out.
"Crystal Murphy." Crystal replied, shaking his hand. "Wait, am I still Murphy?" She asked, looking at Nico. He just shrugged.
"It's up to you." He replied honestly.
"Crystal di Angelo." She mused. "This is really bad of me, but what's Mom's maiden name?"
"Watson."
"Crystal Watson. Alvie could be Sherlock." Nico smiled at that.
They were on the second floor by this point. They heard voices from the other end. Crystal recognised Percy's low tones and bounded forward.
Alvie was lying on a bed in the fairly average-sized room, still sleeping. Chiron held Alvie's prophecy while discussing it with Rachel and Percy, who looked extremely worried and fretting for his son.
They all looked round as Crystal entered, Nico and Davis not far behind.
"Nico, Percy tells me you have a daughter."
"Dammit, Percy, I was going to tell him." Nico looked at Chiron before nodding at Crystal.
"A pleasure to meet you, Ms…?"
"Um…" Chiron looked quizzical. "See, I can either be Crystal Murphy, Crystal Watson or Crystal di Angelo."
"I'll call you Crystal then." Crystal smiled briefly, turning her gaze to Alvie. Davis moved forward and started checking Alvie over, muttering to himself. Crystal tried to hear what he was saying, but then she realised it wasn't even in English.
Alvie sighed, a small smile appearing and colour returning to his cheeks. Davis stood back, grinning proudly.
"He'll wake up in a bit." He told them, clapping Percy on the shoulder. "Don't worry." He assured. "With parents like you and Annabeth, he was bound to be a little cuckoo in the head." Percy managed a weak smile, thanking Davis. "Anytime, bud."
"Four legacies will embark on a quest…"
"Percy's lot have got that covered then."
"Shut up, Nico." Nico gave a cheeky smile, but Percy didn't return it, thinking. Alvie was still yet to wake up, so they were discussing the prophecy. Rachel had ventured back to her cave, having remembered something.
"Love and friendship shall be put to the test…" Chiron read, looking at the two cousins and Crystal. They just shook their heads, so Chiron read on. "Through storms and sun the four must trudge…" He looked at Percy. "Are any of your children capable of making storms?"
"Alvie's got storm owls."
"What about Louisa's lot?"
"Probably Elsie, I'm not sure."
"She has her mother's temper alright." Chiron agreed. "To find the one that holds a grudge…"
"Well, that's pretty much everyone with Percy."
"Nico, you're really not helping."
"I'm not trying to." Percy sent a half-hearted glare at him, but he was distracted by Alvie randomly sitting up straight. He was half-awake, looking around at them blearily.
"What's going on?" He asked. Percy pulled a face.
"I really hate prophecies."