Seven half-bloods shall answer the call,
To storm or fire the world must fall.
An oath to keep with a final breath,
And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death.
After a night's worth of insomnia and thinking, Percy decided he was jumping to conclusions too quickly. After all it was only one of four lines, and it said to storm or fire the world must fall. Key word; or. Fire might not even come in.
"Stupid cryptic prophecy." Percy muttered. It might not even happen for sure. It could be saying this must happen or something else will. Maybe the world falling signified a new era? Maybe Zeus would be overthrown by some fire lord? Percy wasn't sure. And there was still the Hephaestus fire thing.
Percy decided that he was focusing way too much on that one line, so he decided to look over some of the others.
"And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death?" Percy mused. "Could that mean that enemies will have to forge an alliance to stop a threat that is bigger than both? Maybe this alliance was against the gods, then it had to be stopped."
Percy had to admit that while the gods could be major jerks, it was better to be ruled by them –than say- Kronos or someone. The gods could be fighting against each other in the prophecy, and the last time that happened was chaos. But who specifically could the line be referring to?
Percy shifted his thoughts to another line seven half-bloods shall answer the call.
What call? He thought. Would a god call for help? Unlikely, especially for Zues with his giant ego.
This whole thing was making his head spin. So Percy decided to go to the training room too play with Mrs. O'Leary. She was very happy to see him and greeted him with many slobbery kisses. After pushing off the overeager Hellhound who had immediately pounced on him, he grabbed a shield.
"Fetch!" He yelled and threw the shield as hard as he could. Mrs. O'Leary bounded after it.
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After playing with his dog, Percy felt a bit better. He still couldn't keep his mind off the prophecy. His mind wandered to the only line he hadn't yet analyzed, "An oath to keep with a final breath."
Would this oath be a good oath, or would it set everyone back at each other's throats? Percy knew that there were only two people at the camp who were ancient enough to remember any equally ancient oaths. And as he was never talking to Dionysus about this, he was a big jerk. So that meant there was really only one person he could talk too. Chiron.
But not right now. Percy thought. I bothered him about the lines yesterday and if I ask him too much he may start to get annoyed.
And there was still the matter of the boy who was stabbed over by the lake. He was awake now, but hadn't seen who had attacked him. Percy was sure it was the Ares kids, which made him all the more eager to beat them at capture the flag that Friday. Ares losing would put Chiron in a good mood, he would ask him after they won.