When she knocked on his door, Percy was ready. He opened it, revealing Aphrodite standing in a plain, white chiton. Her demeanour was starkly different from her usual playful self; it was serious, and there was no trace of her signature, mischievous smile. If anything, this only made him more uneasy.

"Are you ready?" the goddess asked him. Percy nodded and quickly slung a coat over his shoulders, following Aphrodite as they made their way out of the palace. The quiet that enveloped Olympus was eerily unsettling, as if someone had just pressed the mute button on the TV. Normally, at eleven in the morning, the streets were busy, bustling with nymphs, satyrs, and everything in between. Today, however, there was nothing.

As they walked in silence, Percy couldn't help but wrestle with his thoughts. He turned to Aphrodite, his voice heavy with doubt.

"Aphrodite, I don't want to doubt you, but are you one hundred percent sure that Athena stole the mirror?" Aphrodite's eyes met his, her gaze unyielding. She nodded firmly.

"Why, are you having second thoughts, Percy?" she asked. He hesitated, then shook his head.

"No, I'm fine," he muttered.

"Are you sure?" the goddess probed. "You seemed very reluctant yesterday."

"I said I'm fine," he snapped, frustration bubbling to the surface. Looking at him, the goddess raised an eyebrow.

"That's definitely not fine," she said coolly. "So why don't you just tell me what's up." Percy took a deep breath, his voice softening.

"I just don't want to fight her," he muttered, a tinge of sadness in his voice. Aphrodite nodded in understanding, her hand gently brushing against his arm.
"I know," she murmured. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry that you have to, and I definitely didn't want it to be like this, but I gave Athena a second chance, and instead, she tried using her intellect to spin me off as the villain."

Percy didn't want to talk much. They continued walking in silence, and he couldn't help but wonder how it had come to this point. Only yesterday he'd been playing with Artemis's fine hair, and now, look at what was happening. Everything had spiralled out of control before Zeus could even react, and when he did, it was too late. Athena and Aphrodite had literally been at each other's throats, and it was only because of Ares thats the two didn't fight it off right there.

"Percy?"

Immediately, both him and Aphrodite turned around to see Artemis standing a few feet behind them, looking at him nervously. She looked restless, as if the night's sleep hadn't been easy, and her hair was much messier than usual. Percy began to open his mouth to reply, but before he could, Aphrodite harshly cut in.

"What do you want, Artemis?" she asked, her tone sharp and dismissive. The roughness in Aphrodite's voice momentarily stung Artemis, but she quickly regained her composure, standing up straight.

"I just wanted to ask if Percy would like to accompany me on a walk," she said firmly. "You know, to make sure there are no hard feelings between us." Again, he opened his mouth to accept, and again, the love goddess abruptly cut him off.

"Unfortunately, Percy's presence is needed somewhere else," she said, her voice sounding anything but unfortunate. "A place without you, that is. Anything else, or are you gonna finally take the hint and leave us alone?"

Artemis's eyes flashed with anger.

"You know," she muttered through gritted teeth, "I thought you had changed as a person since becoming Percy's mentor, but no. You're the same selfish, vile, and rude person you've always been. If anything, I agree with Athena that you orchestrated this whole thing as revenge against her." Aphrodite's lips pursed in annoyance, but Artemis wasn't finished. She continued, her voice unyielding, "I don't care what you say. I'm a goddess too, and he is mine. I will talk to him if I want to, and you can't do anything about it." Percy wisely chose to remain silent, caught in the crossfire of their dispute. Artemis turned to him, attempting a smile.

"Perseus, I want to treat you tomorrow. I'm taking you out to a very nice mortal place, where no one will see us, so be ready by seven in the evening." He simply nodded in response, his eyes darting between the two goddesses. With one final, piercing glare at Aphrodite, Artemis walked away, her graceful hair bouncing up and down. Aphrodite's anger seemed to smoulder as she watched Artemis's retreating figure.

"You know, you have the audacity to call me selfish," the goddess yelled out of spite as Artemis walked away, "yet you can't even give up your oath for the one man you supposedly care so much about. You won't even let him know what it truly means to feel loved." Slowly, Artemis turned around, shooting a glare at the love goddess.

"Aphrodite," she said calmly, "I may not be doing anything now because Percy is with you, but let me make it clear that when I meet you on the battlefield, you'll be the first to taste my violence." With those parting words, Artemis turned away once more and disappeared into the distance.

"This is getting more complicated by the minute," Aphrodite muttered, continuing on with Percy. "I don't know how she thinks she can saunter up here so casually after yesterday and pretend it's all okay."
"She wasn't," Percy interrupted. "And for what it's worth, you went too far with her." Aphrodite rolled her eyes.

"Not you as well?"

"Yes, me!" he protested. "You had no right to talk rudely to her, especially when she's come here in broad daylight, knowing full well she could be caught, to make amends with me."

"Percy," Aphrodite sighed. "Look what she did yesterday-"

"Look what you made me do yesterday," he glared. "You put me in a position I never wanted to be in a thousand years, and now you're trying to ruin my relationship as well? What is wrong with you? I thought you liked us being a thing?"
"I did," she admitted. "But yesterday gave me a few doubts. And don't tell me you didn't see her threaten me."
"Because you insulted her first," he said with an exasperated sigh. "Why are you even bringing her oath up?" The goddess just shook her head, as if he wouldn't understand her.

"Think of what she did yesterday," Aphrodite said after a pause. "And then tell me, am I really in the wrong?"

"As of today, I, Aphrodite, declare war on Athena for her lies, her deceit, and her thievery."

The declaration of war hung in the air like a foreboding storm, ready to unleash its fury upon Olympus. Grinning almost excitedly, Athena stood up, her spear slamming against the marble floor of Olympus. Her divine aura transformed her into her battle gear, her helmet appearing as a symbol of her warlike intentions. Aphrodite, however, remained unyielding and unafraid, staring her down.

"Is this supposed to intimidate me, Athena?" she teased, her voice surprisingly calm and collected. Athena was equally unrelenting.

"I don't care what you feel, Aphrodite. When the war comes, I will expose you as the liar you are. Either you can admit to me right now that you set this all up, or I'll make you admit it to the council on the battlefield." No one dared to speak. Percy could already smell the scent of blood and violence in the air, feeling a sense of foreboding. These were not mortals; they were gods, and as Chiron had told him before, the consequences of such actions would be beyond human comprehension.

"Okay, guys, let's all take a chill pill," Percy finally interjected, mustering the courage. Standing into the centre of the room, he couldn't help but feel small compared to the sheer size and might of the gods. 'Silly true form,' he thought to himself grumpily.

"Is war really necessary?" his voice rang out, and he had to yell to be heard above the turmoil. "We should take a moment to defuse the situation and find a diplomatic, less violent solution." Athena's furious gaze turned toward him, and she was about to rebuke him. However, Aphrodite's response surprised everyone, including Percy himself.

"Okay, Percy," she said, smiling sweetly to him. The goddess then turned her gaze back to Athena and added, "Athena, give me my mirror back right now, and there will be no war." The wisdom goddess only laughed, her arrogance still intact.

"You asked for war, and you're getting it. Besides, I don't have your mirror and at this point, even if I did, I'd never give it to you." Aphrodite gave Percy a not-so-apologetic shrug.

"I tried," she sighed, "but sometimes, no matter how hard you try, reason doesn't always reach a person, even if they are the goddess of wisdom."

Percy felt a knot of despair forming in his chest.

"Aphrodite, Athena, be reasonable!" he yelled. "This is exactly what the prophecy refers to, remember? A civil war which, if we're not careful, is gonna start right here, right now."

"Wow, even faster than the previous one," Hermes chuckled to himself, earning a glare from almost every god and goddess in the room. Percy had witnessed prophecies come to life before, and he knew how devastating they could be. This situation was no different, and it wasn't just about their pride anymore; it was about preventing a prophecy from becoming a reality.

"Apollo, help me out here," Percy implored, turning to the sun god. If he couldn't, perhaps Apollo could convince them to let this go.

"Percy's… He's right," Apollo spoke hesitantly. Usually charismatic and charming, Apollo now appeared nervous as he adjusted his collar. "The prophecy speaks of a civil war among the gods, except it's not just a war… it's a bloodbath, and if we don't act now, it could tear Olympus apart."

"Exactly!" Percy sighed in relief.

"We can end this right now," Apollo said slowly, his confidence rising. "If Athena just gives back the mirror, or if Aphrodite can let it slide." This was where it all started going downhill again. Both Athena and Aphrodite, who had been locked in a fierce verbal battle, shifted their attention toward the god, glaring at him.

"How many times do I have to say it?" Athena roared, her face contorted with disbelief and rage. "I don't have the mirror! This is madness!" Aphrodite, on the other hand, maintained a cool demeanour, her defiance unwavering.
"The mirror is special to me. I will not give it up."

"Please, Aphrodite," Percy implored. "For the sake of Olympus, and for the sake of delaying the prophecy, just drop it. If you care about the lives of all the gods, please, let it go."

Athena was about to retort when Aphrodite interjected, her tone surprisingly icy.

"Last time I checked, Percy, I voted for you to live during the winter solstice when you fought Atlas. Even though I knew the Great Prophecy would come true and Olympus could end, I still didn't let you die. And now, I'm gonna use the same argument as before: there's no point in fighting an inevitable prophecy; we might as well face it now rather than in a millennia when we've almost forgotten about it."

The goddess bringing that up almost sounded as if she was calling in a chit, but to him, it didn't matter.

"Stand down!" he yelled. However, the goddesses seemed to ignore him. With a steely resolve, Athena turned to the assembly of gods and demigods present, raising her voice to a powerful proclamation.

"Who here will fight by my side against Aphrodite!?"

The question hung in the air, leaving a weighty silence in its wake. Olympus held its breath as the gods contemplated their loyalties and the choices they would soon have to make.

"No one?" she frowned. "Come on, I don't bite, I promise." Hephaestus was the first to step forward. With a solemn nod, he raised his hand.

"I'll join in," he said loud and clear. "Aphrodite needs sorting out, and as long as you're against her, I'm with you." The blacksmith god's loyalty was clear, and Athena nodded in acknowledgment. Hermes hesitated for a moment, shooting a brief apologetic look toward Percy before finally stepping forwards.

"I'm with my sister," he declared. His choice stung Percy, but he understood the bond between siblings. Even if they were gods, at the end of the day, family still meant something.

Apollo followed, though his expression was marked with reluctance.
"I'm sorry, Percy," he said softly, "But Aphrodite has deceived you with her charms. You may not have known her long enough, but I have. She's lying. Join our side if you want to be on the right path." Athena smirked proudly.

"I'm sure many, many more minor gods will also join me, but which other Olympian is willing to stand by my side against the lies and manipulation of Aphrodite? Father?" Zeus shook his head firmly.

"I'm not joining in this," he declared. "This is for you all to sort out. Besides, I have a few errands to take care of over the next few months."

"And that's short for, 'I want to go to the mortal world, see what bar I land in, and see what happens over the night,'" Hera muttered under her breath, shooting her husband a dirty look.

"I too, will be sitting out," Poseidon said after a moment's thought. "This is not the time to start a fight, but let me be crystal clear, Athena. Without a shadow of a doubt, you did this, and you need to give Aphrodite's mirror back." The goddess glared at Poseidon, but other than that, didn't say anything.

As she scanned the room, Athena's eyes finally fell upon Artemis, and she spoke her name with a sense of expectation.

"Artemis?" Upon hearing her name, she looked up, staring at her sister. "Artemis, what is this?" Athena frowned. "Out of everyone, I expected you to be the first to join me. Since when have you ever liked Aphrodite's domains, or even Aphrodite as a person?" The moon goddess hesitated, torn between her loyalty to Percy and her deep-seated resentment for Aphrodite. Percy watched her, hoping that she would choose his side, but Artemis was conflicted. In a soft voice, she finally said, "I choose... Athena's side."

Percy felt crestfallen, as if the weight of the heavens had descended upon him. His heart sank, and a sense of isolation enveloped him. His love whom he had grown so close to had decided to wage war against his mentor, the same goddess that helped him through many issues. She avoided his gaze, unable to meet his eyes.

Athena, with her alliance slowly taking shape, nodded in satisfaction. Her team consisted of Hephaestus, Hermes, and Apollo. Despite the peaceful resolution Percy had hoped for, the divine conflict loomed ever closer, and there was a feeling of inevitability in the air.

"My turn," the love goddess grinned, standing up to address the Olympians. "You've seen Athena admit to stealing my mirror. How much of a stretch is it to believe that she's orchestrating all of this to divert attention from her own actions?" Her plea was accompanied by an artful display of innocence. "I've never done anything bad to any of you-"

"Debatable," Percy muttered.

"-And I have never played you off for the bad guy when I was wrong… At least not in the last millennia or so. It is so clear Athena is lying. The question is, which of you will stand by my side?"

Ares was the first to respond, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"A war against Athena? I'm ready!" he declared with a fervent grin. Athena responded with a dramatic eye-roll, but Ares was looking excited, as if he'd waited his whole life for this. Aphrodite beamed at Ares, her 'boyfriend.' She gazed around the council, her expectations heightened.

"Who's next?" she asked. "Come on, don't be shy now." The next god to stand took everyone by surprise.

"I'll join you," Dionysus sighed, his voice tinged with boredom.

"WHAT!?" Athena yelled. "What has she ever done for you!?"
"What have you ever done for me," he replied lazily, "aside from chastising me at every chance. At least Aphrodite helped me with Ariadne, and everytime else I needed it."

"She's manipulating you," Athena said, her tone exasperated. Dionysus looked like he wanted to respond, but Zeus beat him.

"What!?" Zeus interrupted. "You're on probation, Dionysus! You can't leave camp!"

"No way you're bringing that up," he yawned. "Man, that's unfair. Camp is bad enough as it is. At least let me help in the war. A part-time job?" Zeus shook his head, swiftly laying down the law.

"Dionysus, unless there's another Olympus-level threat, you have responsibilities to fulfil for the next forty seven years or whatever is left of your sentence." Dionysus slouched back in his chair, clearly disgruntled, but he couldn't argue with the king of the gods. Either that, or he genuinely didn't care enough. Knowing the camp director, it was a mix of both.

"Maybe Dionysus can't join in, but I sure can," Demeter said, raising her hand and surprising everyone even more than Dionysus just had."

"Demeter, why?" Athena demanded. The agriculture goddess sighed.

"It's just not adding up. Aphrodite wouldn't need to steal the mirror back to make you look bad. She already has evidence of you stealing from her. Why would she take it back and ruin her whole case, not to mention risking losing a war?"

"The woman who came to Malcolm was pretty and had a golden apple," Athena reminded her. "That's Aphrodite! She always flaunts the apple Paris gave her."

Demeter, undeterred, maintained her stance.

"Either way, something isn't adding up. For now, I'm with Aphrodite. Bring me some concrete proof that she stole from you, and I'll help you, but until then, my war's against you. I have no reason not to believe Aphrodite." The love goddess looked triumphant. Demeter was a quiet goddess, but Percy was the first to say never mistake silence for blindness. She could be surprisingly… violent when she wanted to be.

"I'm in," a voice said from behind him. Percy whipped his head around, finding the goddess of marriage standing proudly, hand raised in support of Aphrodite.

"Hera, you don't have to do this," Athena insisted, hoping to spare the Queen of the Gods from unnecessary conflict, but Hera cut her off with a dismissive wave.

"Just because my husband wants to sit out doesn't mean I have to. I'm in," she repeated with an air of determination. "And if you want to blame someone, blame your Father." Athena sighed but refrained from further protest. Hera had made her choice, and the tension in the room continued to mount. However, Hera wasn't finished. She interjected before Athena could speak.
"I want this, Athena. I'm going to put you in your place once and for all. I'm gonna put you all in your place, maybe except for Hephaestus. He can go back to making his machines."

"We'll see about that," Athena said stoically, her voice calm and collected. Aphrodite seized the moment, adding with a sly smile, "Indeed, we will… Indeed we will."

Now, everyone had choses aside Percy, and the attention shifted towards him.

"Well, Percy?" Aphrodite asked promptly? "Who's side are you on?" The weight of the situation pressed upon him as he thought carefully. His inner loyalties were being tested, and he found himself torn between his mentor, Athena, and the complicated feelings he held for Artemis. He met Artemis's eyes, sensing the silent plea for his support, but the conflict within him ran deep.

Aphrodite, breaking the momentary silence, repeating her question.

"Percy? Whose side are you on?" The internal struggle manifested on Percy's face. He wanted to help Aphrodite, who had guided him and provided him a sense of belonging, but he also didn't want to be pitted against Artemis. The latter's silent plea lingered in the air, and Percy couldn't bring himself to betray his mentor.

"I'm with Aphrodite," he finally admitted, his voice weighed down by a mixture of sadness and shame. Staring at the floor, Percy avoided eye contact with Artemis, unable to bear the disappointment and twinge of sadness he anticipated in her gaze. The decision was made, but the cost weighed heavily on Percy's conscience.

"Very well," Zeus rumbled, his voice deep. "Unfortunately, my daughter refuses to give the mirror back, and as a result, the council is officially at war. Athena, are you sure you wish to proceed?"

"I was born for this," she smirked. Zeus nodded.

"And Aphrodite, are you sure you wish to proceed, knowing full well the repercussions of your actions on the council and the mortal world?" The love goddess nodded confidently.

"She thought she could mess with me, but I'm gonna teach her a lesson."

"Then I guess it's a war," he sighed. "The Olympian's have spoken. Wisdom, War, Defence, Weaving, Pottery, Prophecy, Oracles, Music, Songs, Poetry, Archery, Healing, Plague, Disease, Herds, Flocks, Travellers, Hospitality, Trade, Roads, Thieves, Diplomacy, Language, Writing, Astronomy, Athletics, Lies, Hunting, Wilderness, Chastity, Childbirth and Archery again, versus Love, Beauty, Pleasure, Procreation, War, Battlelust, Courage, Civil Order, Agriculture, Grain, Bread, Marriage, Woman, Family, Rivers, Floods, Leadership, Comfort, Illusions and Metamorphosis. May the best side win."

"Okay," Aphrodite breathed as they reached the door. "Whatever you do, don't mention Athena or Artemis or anyone from the other side. People already don't trust you because of how long you took to join my side-"

"And I had my reasons," Percy protested angrily.

"Be that as it may," the goddess nodded, "people don't trust you, especially seeing as your old girlfriend was a daughter of Athena. Now, unless you're trying to expose yourself and tell everyone you like Artemis, stay quiet and don't cause any issues." Reluctantly, he nodded, and Aphrodite opened the door, gesturing for him to go inside.

Inside was definitely one of the most intense situations Percy had ever seen. Seated around a large table were all three immortals who'd joined Aphrodite's side. Their expressions were etched with a mix of determination and wariness. Strategic maps and celestial charts he didn't have names for were spread across the surface, and only now Percy was realising just how serious this all was. Olympians took the idea of a war to the next level. He could see battle plans being drawn out for every single type of attack. And yes, Ares was holding a marker and writing on a whiteboard, something that seemed to be surprising everyone.

"Afternoon, everyone," Aphrodite chimed confidently. Ares offered a curt nod, his attention momentarily diverted. His gaze lingered on the love goddess for a few seconds longer, before turning to Percy. The war god almost seemed to scowl as if he didn't like him, but hey, what's new?

As the goddess gracefully took her seat at the table, she gestured for Percy to join them.
"Come, Perseus, sit over there," she instructed, pointing to the empty chair opposite her. It was a position strategically chosen, next to Hera and Demeter. The room's atmosphere remained tense, and Percy could feel the eyes of the gods upon him as he complied and took his seat.

"Good to have you, Percy," Demeter acknowledged with a civil nod, though her expression held a hint of suspicion. Hera, too, offered a nod, less guarded than Demeter but still watching Percy closely.

"Okay, fill me in, Ares," Aphrodite sighed. "I do hope you've done something here while waiting for me. What's our status, and what are the plans?" Ares eagerly took the lead, rubbing his hands together in excitement and grabbing his board pen again.

"Alright, everyone, let's get straight to it. Athena's got a strong defensive strategy. She's got Hephaestus reinforcing Olympus with his traps. Our scouts say she's deployed Apollo to set up a sort of magical barrier, and she's got Hermes coordinating the movements of her forces."
"What about Artemis?" Aphrodite frowned.

"I can answer that," Demeter said. "She's doing what she does every war. She's getting the hunt ready, and then she'll be planning with Athena. If anything, she's our biggest worry after Athena." Percy leaned forward, absorbing the information.

"Alright, so, we're dealing with a fortified Olympus. Nothing new. Fighting the Time Titan was much more difficult, and I was a demigod back then. What's our move?"

Ares glanced at Aphrodite, and with a nod from her, he continued.

"First things first, we need to break through their defences. I suggest a three-pronged attack. Aphrodite, you take your team of minor goddesses. Percy, you lead a squad to dismantle Hephaestus's traps. I'll handle the direct assault on the front lines. Hera and Demeter, we'll need your powers to support our forces and counter anything Athena throws our way." Demeter, being the dignified one, spoke up.

"Ares, we must ensure our strategy is aligned with minimal collateral damage. The last thing we need is Olympus in ruins."

"What's bad about that?" he protested. "If anything, it'll get Zeus involved, and if Zeus comes, so will Poseidon, Hades, Atlantis, and the Underworld. This will escalate into something that would make the Makhai scared."
"Ares," Percy began through gritted teeth. "We're not hurting innocent civilians." As soon as Percy spoke, the war god shot him with another hard glare.

"Easy for you to say," he countered. "Your heart isn't even in this. For all I know, you could be here to spy on us for Apollo. I always knew the two of you were close."

Percy couldn't help but snort at Ares's accusation.
"So, that's what this is about," he remarked, leaning back in his chair with crossed arms. Ares shot him a challenging glare, clearly not pleased with Percy's lack of enthusiasm.

"You bet it is, punk," Ares replied, his voice dripping with hostility. "I saw how reluctant you were to join our side. I never trusted you before, and I still don't trust you." Percy raised an eyebrow.
"Funny, I've been scrutinised for my loyalty more times than I can count. And now you're questioning it? Loyalty isn't something you just throw away." Ares scoffed, dismissively waving his hand.

"You're loyal to the other side." Before Percy could retort, Aphrodite interjected, her tone firm.
"Enough, Ares," she said. "Percy took his time because it's a difficult decision. I vouch for him."

Ares turned his glare from Percy to Aphrodite.
"You're too soft on him, Aphrodite. If he's a spy, he's going to regret it." Percy met Ares's gaze evenly.

"Well she's not gonna regret it, and you wanna know why? It's because I'm not a spy, and I'm a valuable asset to this side. Shocker, I know, right?" he added sarcastically. Percy didn't like acting like this, but Ares was really irritating him. Since when had Percy ever even shown the slightest signs of being a spy?" Demeter nodded in agreement, and even Hera, the usually stoic goddess, acknowledged Percy's potential.
"Metamorphosis and illusion are powerful skills," she remarked, her eyes fixed on Percy.

Ares, seemingly unsatisfied, pressed further.

"How good are you at them?" Percy was debating whether or not to just walk out the meeting. It would certainly suit the war god well. Instead, however, he leaned forward, elbows on the table, and considered his answer carefully.

"I'm half-decent at metamorphosis. I've transformed into a snake, a dragon, an eagle, and more. But I can't morph others yet. As for illusions, they're relatively simple, limited to a few people. I did manage to fool Aphrodite once or twice." Aphrodite raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise on her face.

"Hang on a second… That was… you?" Percy grinned.
"Guilty as charged." Ares huffed in mild annoyance, clearly unimpressed.
"Fooling a love goddess with illusions doesn't make you a formidable ally," he snorted. "And honestly, it's nothing compared to the stuff us Olympian's can do." He made sure to emphasise the word 'Olympian,' most likely to rub into Percy's face that he still wasn't at that level. Percy shrugged.
"It's a start. And I've got other skills. Water manipulation, combat expertise, and a whole load of demigod experience. I've faced Titans, giants, and gods. I know how to navigate the battlefield. Only a fool would reject me…" As he spoke of his skills, Ares continued to wear a scowl. Percy, noticing the hostility, couldn't help but frown. It's not like he was obliged to help out Aphrodite, yet still, here he was.

"You know what?" Percy said, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. "I don't need to be here if my skills aren't appreciated." He shot a pointed look at Ares, who met it with a challenging glare.

"Ares," Aphrodite sighed. "I am telling you, Percy is a force to be reckoned with, and he's loyal. Now can we please stop turning on each other, because I'm sure this is exactly what Athena's hoping for." Ares grunted but showed no sign of changing his opinion. Percy, feeling a surge of frustration, stood up abruptly.

"Talk some common sense into the man while I'm gone," he muttered to Aphrodite.

"What? And where are you going?" the goddess asked, her expression a mix of concern, annoyance and confusion. Percy sighed.

"I have a friend to talk to, and then, I have a date tomorrow to prepare for. And, no matter what you say, I'll be going."

Apologies for the lateness. I do hope the chapter was nice though! This is the beginning of the prophecy, and the prophecy is the beginning of this. Hope you enjoyed, and please do read and review!