Percy knew something was up. First of all, his children have been avoiding him. Yes, his children. Percy Jackson now had five children. Peter, Victoria, Castor, Andorra, and Bella. They had all lived together since day they met. Percy learned a lot from them and about them. He learned about their gruesome history and helped them through the nightmares. The children had also learned something. Victoria had learned how to take off her mask of impenetrable violence and have some fun. While Peter learned how to take down an enemy with only his words. Castor learned how to mix potion and was on his way in becoming a powerful male witch. Bella spent most of her days cuddling with Percy and playing with the large amount of toys that Percy had bought her.
Today, his children were strangely distant. Percy had tried to talk Victoria into sparing with him, but she had simply shrugged off the offer and put up an excuse. Sighing, Percy dejectedly slumped into the kitchen. As soon as his combat boots touched the white tiles, all of his children yelled, "SURPRISE! Happy birthday!" Bella immediately jumped into Percy arms and babbled, "He-pee bir-day to yu!" The other children finished the song, "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear Daddy! Happy birthday to you!"
Percy grinned as he spread his arms open wide. The Neversons raced into his open arms and Percy wrapped his arms around all five children.
Suddenly, Castors facial expression darkened. He raced off into his room and Percy calmly walked with the other children with a straight face. In his room, Castor's thin form paced around his giant potion-mixing bowl. He quickly reached for one of his spell books in his enormous shelves. Castor grabbed a few ingredients and mixed them rapidly into the bowl. This created a bubbling neon green substance. Muttering nervously, he read the spell out loud,
Prophecy through and true,
What exactly must we do,
Is not known,
But please tell us as many clues
The bubbling potion quickly shot up, but when it came down, shimmery words were left in the air. Castor read the prophecy out loud,
The lonely one shall rise once more,
This time not out of revenging galore,
Trees and branches must all fall,
To break down the built up walls,
The lost boy shall rise again,
This time the world is on it's end,
It is up to him and his children to seek,
The truth and the lies,
And what this war really decribes
Percy carefully searched his memories. "Come with me." He said, coldly staring at the prophecy. Castor quickly erased the prophecy and quickly ran after his father and siblings. Percy briskly walked to the library. In the library, colorful paintings decorated the walls and humongous shelves displayed millions of books and scrolls. Percy was very proud of his library, but this time, he didn't even look at the beautiful paintings. He kept his eyes foward as he walked to the very end of the library. The library was a very big place, so the children were gasping for air as they followed their father. All the children, except Victoria. She had worked hard in the past few years.
Victoria trained herself to be able to stand anything and anyone except her father, the legendary, Percy Jackson. Victoria tried to make herself more like her father each day. The way he handled certain situations and the way he still brought humor to the most deadly circumstances.
Right now, she briskly walkes behind him. Sure, she wanted to be like him, but she knew that she was also her own person. For instance,Victoria was always a little bit more brutal in most situations. Percy halted in front of one of his many book shelves. He stopped so suddenly that his children bumped into him and landed on their bottoms. He looked behind his shoulder and raised an eyebrow. The Neversons blushed in embarrassment.
Smiling amused, Percy said, "Train harder." Turning back to the shelf, he ran his fingers down the spines, carefully reading each label. The children stared at the titles. Why was their father looking for a baby book? All the Neversons except Bella stared curiously at their father. While they stared, Bella took one of the books and started to play with the pages. "No, Bella." Peter whispered, as he took the thin book away from the baby girl. Then, Bella started to cry.
First, it was stray tears. Then, it was full blown crying. The commotion got Percy's attention. He took the baby in his arms and swayed her until she stopped crying.
After, he noticed the book in Peter's hands. Quickly setting Bella down on the floor, he said, "Andorra, watch the baby." Andorra quickly gathered Bella in her arms and let the baby play with the lace patterns on the ends of her sleeves. After making sure that Bella was completely safe, Percy's eyes told the rest. Nervously giving Percy the book, he stared at his father with searching eyes. Had his father gone mad? Ignoring Peter's stare, Percy flipped open the book and stopped on a page. Taking the book to a large table, he sat down and studied the page.
It was nothing special, just a stick-figure drawing of a black horse. Percy muttered, "This should be enough." Then, he ran his fingers over the drawing and started murmur an ancient spell. "Father?!" Castor asked alarmed. He had never seen his father do magic before. "Quiet. You'll ruin the spell." Percy replied.
All five children watched as their daddy preformed one of the most powerful spells in all time.