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I'm publishing 30 minutes earlier than expected, and I'm a little lazy today. I hope you enjoy it.
Posted on: 15/12/2023
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"Me!" Apollo offered, raising his hand. Artemis rolled her eyes.
Piper raised her arms, and the Sun God easily caught the book.
"Attention!" Apollo exclaimed. "Chapter III: Landing Problems. "
Annabeth, Piper, Jason and Leo groaned.
After a morning of storm spirits, goat men, and missing boyfriends, Piper must have been going crazy. But in reality, all I felt was fear.
It's starting, he thought. Exactly like her dream.
She sat in the back of the carriage, with Leo and Jason, while the bald boy, Butch, held the reins, and the blonde girl, Annabeth, adjusted a bronze navigation device. Hedge and this Harry were sitting in the back, one on each side of the carriage, facing the three younger boys and paying attention to their surroundings. They flew over the Grand Canyon and headed east, the icy wind biting through Piper's coat. Behind them, more storm clouds were forming.
The carriage lurched and shook, had no seat belts and the back was open. One false move and they could fall.
"Exciting, isn't it?" Ares asked the demigods.
"No" The demigods and Hermes denied dryly. That thing violated every part of the transportation vehicle safety regulations.
"Squishy" The God of War sneered.
All that semester Piper had tried to get closer, to make Jason realize that she was more than a friend. Finally, she managed to get him to kiss her. The last few weeks had been the best of his life. And then, three nights ago, that dream had destroyed everything — a terrible voice, bringing terrible news. He hadn't told anyone anything, not even Jason.
Aphrodite was visibly suffering, not knowing what to feel about the illusions created by Hera. Piper, however, seemed upset with Jason anyway.
Now, she no longer had him. It was as if someone had erased Jason's memory, and it was stuck in a horrible replay. She wanted to scream. He was standing right next to her: those blue eyes like the sky, the short blond hair, that cute scar on his upper lip. He had a nice, gentle face, but his expression was a little sad the whole time. And he simply looked at the horizon, as if he didn't even notice her.
"Pitiful, Jason. Pitiful." Leo shook his head, and received a punch and a growl from the son of the heavens.
Meanwhile, Leo was being annoying, as always:
"That's so cool!" He spat out a pegasus feather that had entered his mouth. "Where are we going?"
"A safe place" Annabeth replied. "The only safe place for people like us. Camp Half Blood."
"Half Blood?" Piper was immediately alert. She hated those kinds of words. She had been called half-blood many times, half-breed: half-Cherokee, half-white, and never in a complimentary way. "Is this some bad joke?"
"They could think of a better name" Piper commented loudly, but was ignored by the gods – except Hestia, who kindly understood her point.
"She means we're demigods," Jason said. "Half gods, half mortals."
Annabeth looked back.
"You were pretty suspicious, Jason" Annabeth said. "It was very strange to see a person appearing out of nowhere and knowing so many things, but still having no memory of anything."
Jason thought about it.
"You seem to know a lot of things, Jason. Yes, we are demigods. My mother is Athena, Wisdom Goddess. Butch is the son of Iris, Rainbow Goddess."
Leo choked.
"Is your mother the rainbow goddess?"
"Some problem?" Butch asked.
"No, no" replied Leo. "Rainbow. Very manly."
"There's nothing wrong with that" Aphrodite frowned cutely, and Leo was quick to explain:
"I say anything when I'm nervous. I have nothing against guys who like other guys."
"Hmm." Leo didn't like Aphrodite's look.
"Butch is our best knight" said Annabeth. "And he gets along very well with pegasi."
"Rainbows, ponies…" muttered Leo.
"I'm going to throw you out of this carriage" warned Butch.
"Don't warn him, colt, just throw him" Ares ordered. Poseidon turned to face him.
"Don't involve the horses."
"Demigods" said Piper. "Do you mean to say that you think you are… That you think we are…"
Lightning cut across the sky. The carriage jolted, and Jason shouted:
"The left wheel is on fire!"
Piper looked back. It was true, the wheel was on fire, white flames were rising up the side of the carriage.
Everyone turned to look at Zeus, who was surprised. Then he frowned, irritated.
"It was not me."
"Of course." Hades spoke critically. "It's never you."
"My son was in the carriage!"
"... So?"
Zeus grunted, but didn't respond to his brother. Poseidon let out a low laugh, and Hermes wrote down in a notebook about his uncle's victories over his father.
The wind grew stronger. Piper looked back once again and noticed black silhouettes forming in the clouds, more storm spirits approaching the carriage — these, however, looked more like horses than angels.
She began to ask:
"Why are these…"
"Anemoi come in different forms" said Annabeth. "Sometimes like humans, sometimes like stallions, it depends on how chaotic they are. Hold on. This is going to be complicated."
"Permit me" Harry raised his wand. " Multi Vortices! Globus Tutelae! Impervious! "
A translucent silver dome surrounded the carriage, protecting it and the pegasus from the adventurous spirits that tried to crash into them. At the same time, gusts of wind threw them away from the carriage, counterattacking those who got too close. Finally, so that they wouldn't accidentally slip off the seat or lose the flying horses, the ropes and the carriage became impervious to water, so they no longer needed to hold on to the edges as much.
"Talk about a job well done" Apolo praised, looking with interest at the image in the book. The dome and waterproofing magic seemed very useful for cloudier days, where visibility was compromised. Artemis also seemed interested in this.
"He manipulated the wind" Zeus was frowning, looking grumpily at Hecate's child.
"He used magic" Athena pointed. "He didn't use any wind domain for this. It cannot be considered an offense."
Zeus seemed to disagree with this, but did not comment. He was already called stingy enough by his brothers.
Annabeth looked at the Brit.
"You certainly seem to take after Lady Hecate well," The blonde commented, her eyes cold in analysis. Harry shrugged.
"I have to deliver a message to the camp supervisor. I can only guarantee a safe journey for my guides." He spoke calmly, having withdrawn his arm. Hedge still looked at him as if he were an infiltrated.
Butch handled the reins. The pegasi accelerated and the carriage became blurred. Piper's stomach dropped. Her vision became blurred. When everything returned to normal, they were in a completely different place.
An icy, gray ocean stretched to the left. On the right, snow-covered fields, roads and woods. Far below them was a green valley, like an island of spring, surrounded by snowy hills and water to the north. Piper saw some buildings that looked like ancient Greek temples, a blue mansion, a lake and a climbing wall, apparently on fire.
The demigods smiled despite everything.
However, before he could really process everything he saw, the wheels returned to their places and the carriage descended from the sky.
Annabeth and Butch tried to maintain control. The pegasi struggled to stabilize the chariot, but they seemed exhausted from the previous sprint, and supporting the chariot and the weight of seven people was proving too much.
"As I said, a safe journey, not a good one." Harry spoke softly.
"Is he really not feeling any of this?" Piper asked in disbelief.
"You get used to it over time" Apolo explained to the girl. "If he knows how to cast spells for safe flight, he must already have some experience."
Zeus's frown couldn't be greater than it is now.
Piper and Leo stared at him in disbelief.
"The lake!" shouted Annabeth. "Go to the lake!"
Piper remembered something her father had once told her: falling from above onto a surface of water was as bad as falling onto cement.
Apollo cleared his throat, raising an eyebrow at Annabeth.
The blonde gave a shy look to those who stared at her.
And then… Boom!
The worst impact was that of the cold. Piper was underwater, so disoriented that she didn't know which direction the surface was facing.
He only had time to think one thing: What a stupid way to die .
Then faces appeared in the green darkness—girls with long black hair and bright yellow eyes, who smiled at her, grabbed her by the shoulders, and dragged her up.
"It was a working plan" Athena nodded, coming to Annabeth's defense. The blonde gave her mother a smile, while the gods rolled their eyes.
"Just like Percy's plans." Poseidon commented. Athena gave him a furious look, while Percy gave his father a betrayed look. His demigod friends, however, laughed – except Annabeth.
They left her on the bank, coughing and shaking. Nearby, Butch was standing in the lake, removing the pegasi's destroyed harnesses. Fortunately, the horses seemed fine, but they were flapping their wings and splashing water everywhere. Jason, Leo and Annabeth were already outside the lake, surrounded by children who offered them blankets and asked questions. Someone took Piper by the arms and helped her to her feet. Apparently, it was normal for people to fall into that lake, as a group of campers came out with what looked like giant bronze leaf blowers and blasted hot air at Piper. In about two seconds his clothes were dry.
There were at least twenty campers there — the youngest maybe nine and the oldest eighteen or nineteen — all wearing orange t-shirts, just like Annabeth's. Piper looked into the water and saw these strange girls just below the surface, their hair floating in the current. They waved, as if to say "see you later", and went to the back. A second later, everything that was left of the carriage was thrown out of the lake and landed nearby, making a wet noise.
"A truly smooth landing" A voice sounded from above, and Piper and the others raised their heads.
Harry was in the air, above everyone, with Hedge holding on to his feet and shouting for them to come down. Huge black wings were open, connected to the Briton's back, and gleamed brightly like large slabs of obsidian.
Again, silence descended in the Hall of Gods, everyone having their stunned expressions very clear.
"Can Hecate's children have wings?" Hera asked, looking at Harry's figure standing in the air, giant wings on his back.
"There haven't been any so far" Hades said, intrigued by Harry's figure. "There were shapeshifters, but no type of angel to this day. It must be the first."
"How can he wear them while wearing a jacket?" Aphrodite asked, curious to know what clothes a child with wings would wear. Nike didn't count, since she was a goddess.
"Punk, cupcake! I'll hit you with my bat until you blush!" Hedge shouted, squeezing Harry's heels tightly.
Leo chuckled.
He wasn't afraid of heights, but being attached to someone's feet and not being able to sink them and give them a beating was irritating him deeply.
"Can we make him a coach at camp too?" Ares asked hopefully.
"No." Zeus denied it.
Ares looked like a kicked puppy.
Harry got down and let Hedge jump to the ground carefully, then went down to the grass too. Its wings retracted and covered its shoulders like a cape, and it disappeared as if it had never been there.
"...do you have wings?"
Harry turned to face Piper, who was still crouched on the floor.
"Yes, I have." Harry nodded. He dodged a slap that Hedge aimed at him. "Could you stop trying to hit me?"
"Constant vigilance, cupcake " Hedge said with a smile. Harry snorted.
"I feel the beginning of a friendship" Apolo commented with a smile.
"Where did it go?" Piper asked, still in shock at Harry's wings.
"There's that cultural barrier" Percy laughed softly, which earned the others laughter.
"I just discovered these things" Piper pouted at the son of Poseidon.
"I can make them disappear." Harry explained, not bothered by the girl's gaze. "My wings are secondary aspects of my family heritage."
"And what is the main aspect?" Annabeth asked, having approached them after leaving Leo and Jason in the care of the children.
Before Harry could respond, a blond appeared through the crowd, bow and arrows slung over his back.
"Annabeth!" The boy screamed. "I said you could borrow the carriage , not that you could destroy it!"
Annabeth shifted uncomfortably in her seat, receiving looks from the others.
"Will, I'm sorry," Annabeth said. "I'll fix it, I promise."
Will scowled at the ruined carriage. Then he assessed Piper, Leo, Harry and Jason.
"These are? They are much older than thirteen. Why haven't they been claimed yet?"
"Claimed?" Leo asked.
Before Annabeth could explain, Will asked:
"Any sign of Percy?"
"No," she admitted.
The campers were speechless. Piper had no idea who this Percy guy was, but his disappearance seemed important.
"Ouch!" Percy complained, running his hand over his arm. "It wasn't because I wanted to!"
Annabeth didn't listen, scowling grumpily.
Another girl stepped forward—tall, Asian, with curly black hair, lots of jewelry, and perfect makeup. Somehow I managed to make the jeans and orange t-shirt combination look quite glamorous. She glanced at Leo, then fixed her eyes on Jason and Harry, as if they deserved more attention, and finally wrinkled her nose as she looked at Piper, as if she were a week-old burrito rescued from a trash can .
"Drew" Piper grimaced.
Piper knew that kind of girl. She'd dealt with plenty like that at Wilderness School and all the other stupid schools her father sent her to. Immediately, he saw that they were enemies.
"Cat fight!"
"Leo!"
"Okay" said the girl. "I just hope they're worth the hassle."
Leo snorted.
"Aww thank you. Who are we, your new pets?"
"I do not mind."
"Leo" Piper rubbed her head, and the elf boy just laughed.
"I don't doubt it" said Jason. "How about some answers before they start judging us… Like: what is this place, why are we here, how long are we going to stay?"
Piper was thinking about the same questions, but she was overcome by a wave of anxiety. Worth the hassle. If those people knew about her dream… They had no idea what…
"Jason" said Annabeth. "I promise we will answer your questions. And, Drew," she said, frowning at the glamorous girl. "All demigods are worth it. But I admit that the trip didn't yield what I expected."
"Hey," said Piper. "We didn't ask to be brought here."
Drew took a deep breath.
"Here comes bullshit" Piper growled.
"Language." Hestia chided.
"Sorry, Lady Hestia."
"And no one wants you here, honey. Is your hair always like that, looking like a dead badger?"
"Oooh" Ares and Hermes booed.
"You'll see the badger I'm going to give you, you bi…"
"Piper!"
"But mom!"
"She's your sister!"
Piper stepped forward, ready to hit her, but Annabeth said:
"Piper, stop."
She obeyed. She wasn't the least bit afraid of Drew, but Annabeth seemed like someone she wouldn't want to be enemies with.
The blonde gave a smile to the daughter of Aphrodite, who gave her a smile back and shrugged. She still thought that.
"We need to make our newcomers feel welcome," Annabeth said, giving Drew another hard look. "Each one will have a guide, who will show them the camp. I hope that tonight, around the campfire, they will be claimed."
"Can someone explain to me what it means to be claimed?" Piper asked.
Suddenly, a collective gasp was heard. The campers took a step back. At first, Piper thought she had done something wrong, but then she noticed that all of their faces were bathed in a strange red light, as if someone had lit a torch behind her. He turned around and almost lost his breath.
Hovering above Leo's head was a resplendent holographic image: a flaming hammer.
"Hot!"
"That's right," said Annabeth. "It's being claimed."
"What did I do?" Leo turned his back to the lake, then looked up and let out a scream. "Is my hair on fire?" He bent down, but the symbol followed his movement, rising and falling as if he wanted to write something with the flames on his head.
"That can't be good," Butch muttered. "The curse…"
"Bah!" Leo scoffed. "I fixed this, Rainbow Boy."
"Butch, shut up" said Annabeth. "Leo, you have just been claimed…"
"By a god" interrupted Jason. "That's the symbol of Vulcan, isn't it?"
All eyes turned to him.
"Jason," Annabeth said, cautiously. "How do you know that?"
"I don't really know…"
"Vulcan?" Leo asked. "I don't even LIKE Star Trek. What are you talking about?"
Apollo and Hermes laughed, while Hephaestus let out a snort. Leo pouted.
He wasn't Roman, damn it!
"Vulcan is the Roman name for Hephaestus," said Annabeth. "the god of blacksmiths and fire."
The flaming hammer disappeared, but Leo continued to dodge, as if he feared the thing was following him.
"God of what? Who?"
Annabeth turned to the boy with the bow.
"Will, could you take Leo on a tour of the camp? Introduce him to your colleagues in Cabin 9."
"Of course, Annabeth."
"What is cabin 9?" Leo asked. "I am not a Vulcan!"
"Come on, Mr. Spock, I will explain everything." Will placed a hand on Leo's shoulder and guided him towards the cabins.
Annabeth turned to Jason, looking at him. Piper didn't like other girls staring at Jason,
"Oh!" Aphrodite cooed at Piper, who blushed profusely.
"A little sheltered, huh, Jason?" Thalia asked smiling at her brother, who had red ears.
Percy was secretly glad that it was others besides him and Annabeth who were provoked.
but Annabeth seemed too serious to think about Jason in any intimate way. She seemed to see it like any other piece of architecture, analyzing its structure. Before he could say anything, however, Harry reminded everyone of his presence.
"Excuse me" caught Annabeth's attention, who looked away from Jason. "I still have to meet the camp manager. Could someone please take me to him?"
"That's right, he said he had a mission" Artemis remembered. "What was so important that made you leave the UK and travel to New York?"
"Popcorn" Apolo commented, turning the page.
Annabeth frowned.
"He needs to go directly to Chiron" declared the blonde. "Drew, can you…"
"Of course," she replied, linking her arm with Harry. "This way, darling. I'll take you to our director. He's an… interesting guy."
Harry didn't seem too interested in touching the girl, but he accepted her arm. Drew felt like he'd touched a cold stone, but she resisted the urge to shiver. She pulled him away from the others, giving Piper one last condescending look,
Piper growled irritably.
and left towards The Big House.
The place didn't look threatening, just an old mansion painted pale blue with white trim. The balcony surrounding it had lounge chairs, a card table and a wheelchair. Wind chimes looked like nymphs becoming trees as they spun. One could imagine elderly people spending their summer vacation there, sitting on the porch and drinking prune juice while watching the sunset. Still, the windows seemed to stare at him with angry eyes. The wide-open front door seemed ready to swallow him. On the highest part of the roof a weather vane in the shape of a bronze eagle rotated as a gentle breeze passed by.
The gods silently agreed among themselves that it was a good building, while the demigods smiled smugly. It was beautiful, yes, but it had a problem.
"I feel like I'm being offended." Said problem commented, frowning and opening another diet coke.
"Here we are!" Drew said excitedly. "The Big House, camp headquarters."
Harry didn't say anything, just glanced at the building before looking back at Drew.
"I appreciate your help, miss," he spoke softly. "I believe I should go in and introduce myself to the camp leader. I wish you a good afternoon."
"He really is a charmer" Aphrodite sighed.
"He's talking to Drew, Mom," Piper commented.
"And?"
"An ATM could delight her."
Drew seemed to be having dizziness at the boy's words.
"Oh, honey," Drew sighed. "Let me introduce you to Chiron. It's traditional." She amended it, tying it into a (non-existent) unwritten rule of Camp Half-Blood.
"Of course she would." Annabeth scoffed.
"This is my girl!"
Harry was unmoved.
"Ha!"
Aphrodite pouted at Piper.
"I thank you for your help," he repeated, without emotion. "But I don't think it will be necessary."
"What?"
Footsteps were heard at the main door of the mansion. Or rather, gallops.
"Chiron!" Drew called. "This is Harry. He's totally amazing."
On the porch was a man riding a horse. In fact, he was not riding the horse: the man was part of the animal. From the waist up he was human, with wavy brown hair and a well-trimmed beard. He was wearing a t-shirt that read: Best Centaur in the World , and he had a bow and arrow on his back. His head was so high that he had to bend over to avoid hitting the lamps, because from the waist down he was a white horse.
"Nice Nails." Harry praised, looking at the centaur's surprisingly clean and well-groomed hooves.
The demigods, Apollo and Hermes laughed loudly. Artemis and Athena, along with the Big Three, had smiles that indicated some fun. Hestia gave a gentle smile to the figure of Chiron, the good caretaker of children that he was.
Dionysus just snorted.
"Thanks?" Chiron half thanked and half asked, with a smile on his face. "My name is Chiron. Nice to meet you." He extended his hand to Harry.
"Harry Potter" the Brit introduced himself, and shook Chiron's hand back. The centaur stopped for a moment, feeling the cold on the boy's glove.
"He has a message to deliver to you" Drew thoughtfully told Chiron, close to Harry's right arm, holding it lightly, almost hugging it.
Piper's temple hurt at her sister's lack of sense, while the Lady of Doves let out a laugh.
"I feel your pain, girl" Artemis sighed, giving Apollo a look.
"Why is it always left for me?" The Sun God complained.
Chiron blinked, looking back at the boy.
"A good owl expression" Poseidon didn't let the opportunity pass, receiving a look from Athena.
"Well, you can come in" offered the centaur. "We have lemonade."
Drew tried to follow them, but Chiron easily dismissed her.
"Cockblock!"
"Mom!"
"He's getting in your sister's way, darling!"
Piper groaned, along with the Moon Goddess and her lieutenant.
The living room seemed to be swallowed by a tropical forest. Grapevines took over the walls and ceiling, giving a permanent smell of grapes to the furniture and the wood on the floor. In one corner, an old PacMan arcade machine made noises and blinked. On the walls, various masks — the smiling/crying ones from the Greek theater, masks from the New Orleans carnival, Venetian masks with feathers and large, hooked noses, African masks made of wood. The vines twisted around their mouths and looked like tongues of leaves. Some masks had bunches of grapes coming out of the eye holes.
Strangest of all was the stuffed head of a leopard on top of the fireplace. It looked very real, and his eyes seemed to follow Harry's movements. Then, the animal growled, making Harry look at it.
"Seymour," said Chiron. "Harry is a friend. Behave yourself."
"As if he would listen to you" Dionysus sneered.
Chiron rummaged through the side pocket of his wheelchair and found a package of sausages. He threw one to the leopard, who caught it and licked his chops.
Dionysus grunted, much to his brothers' amusement.
"Curious" Harry commented, looking at the creature enjoying the sausage. "I saw something similar in London once."
"Really?" Chiron asked, curious.
"It was a shrunken head," Harry said casually. "It must have been about fifteen centimeters in size. It was hanging on an old wizard's rear view mirror, warning him of the route they were taking. I think his name was Frank."
The demigods were a little worried about their Canadian friend, son of Mars.
"Fascinating" Chiron looked a little livid at the mention of an item made from a human head. He poured himself a glass of greenish liquid from a pitcher. "Lemonade?" offered.
"No thanks," Harry denied, and took a canteen from his robes. "I bring it from home."
"Smart" Dionísio said approvingly, making the others roll their eyes.
"Fine" the centaur nodded, and settled down on the floor. "What message did you say you had to give me?"
"A prophecy has been delivered to me."
Some gasps were heard among the listeners.
Chiron choked on his lemonade.
"A prophecy?" he asked after a few coughs.
"Yes" Harry nodded. "Six months ago, I was having tea with an old friend, Professor Sibyl Trelawney. She is a prophetess descended from the Trelawney Family, which for centuries has produced masters of divination, the magic of predicting the future. She is the great-grandniece of the Great Cassandra Trelawney, one of the most important prophetesses of the Modern Era for wizards."
"This is a good pedigree," Apolo commented, looking with interest at the woman's credentials.
"Would she be like an Oracle?" asked Percy.
"I think she's more like an augur" Jason replied.
"She was the one who gave you the prophecy, then?" Chiron asked, a little surprised. It was rare that a legacy could have predictive powers nowadays.
"Yes, it was her. This would be, I think, the third prophecy she produced in her life." Harry reflected, seeming to think.
"Only three?" Hermes asked.
"It's pretty impressive when you consider that the last person with any proficiency with the gift of prophecy was her great-great-aunt." said Apollo. "Normally the gift ends in the third generation, and apparently it reached the fourth with her."
"I had gotten up to get the hot milk, and when I came back, she was standing stiffly in the armchair. Before I could ask if she was okay, she started narrating the prophecy."
"What did she tell you?" asked Chiron, preparing a paper to write on.
"Finally someone is writing this down" Percy grumbled. It took him a long time to know the content of the prophecies because some people thought it was better not to have much information available out there.
The gods avoided the looks they received from the demigods.
"It was a long prophecy, as it usually is when made by wizarding ways. She said: 'Under the fog of victory that binds the Cloud Dwellers, Great Terrors will crawl from the past to reveal themselves to the world for the third time... Seven heroes, guided by the hands of the Mother of All, meet Their dooms in an endless war... The Allfather will face judgment for the crimes of all, and in the Heart of the West, under the eyes of those who rest on their thrones, the Earth will burn under the fiercest fire'"
"What?!" Leo shouted.
"What the fuck" Percy spat, livid.
"Not again" Nico mumbled, paler than usual.
"Who broke their oath again?" Hades glared at the gods, but especially at Zeus.
"We don't have any oath!"
"What did you do, Zeus?" Poseidon grunted, glaring at his younger brother.
"I did nothing! What are you trying to insinuate?" the King of the Gods thundered, looking irritably at his brothers.
"Explain this, Hera!"
"What?!" Hera was surprised to be involved.
"What has your fool of a husband done now?!"
"Hades!" Zeus roared angrily.
Chaos reigned in the Hall of Gods, and the demigods were in a state of immense agony both from the prophecy in the book and from the danger that was rising around them. It was Hestia who, wanting to regain calm in the hall, cleared her throat to get everyone's attention.
"I think we better continue reading, yes?" The Goddess of the Home suggested gently, in a tone that seemed more like an implied order than a request in itself.
"Continue, Apollo" Zeus grunted, still looking irritated at his brothers.
Apollo breathed for a moment before opening the book to the marked page again and began reading.
Chiron was in shock, and the pen slipped from his fingers and rolled across the table until it fell to the floor. His mouth was open in a perfect 'O'.
Leo chuckled nervously. At least they got to see Chiron making a weird face.
"This… this is…"
"Yes." Harry fumbled with the pockets of his overcoat, taking a cigarette out of it and putting it to his lips. He lit it with a snap of his fingers and took a deep drag, before turning his eyes to Chiron, who stared at him in shocked silence. "The Prophecy of the End of the World has been released."
"The chapter is over" Apolo announced.
"What?" Zeus thundered. "Continues!"
"Okay, okay!" Apollo responded quickly, not wanting to be struck by lightning.
He turned the page and read the title of the next chapter.
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