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    The New Oracle Gives a Prophecy

    Chiron says it happens to every demigod. We see something that literally tears our heart into two, and we manage to tap into some indescribable energy source, like a god-level version of adrenaline. Of course it’s hard to remember anything I felt other than pure rage and hatred, but the wave of power was unlike any other thing I’d ever felt. Instantly, my emotions towards Aether spread from my head to my toes, tightening my muscles and super-charging them. There were endless ways I could fight now, and almost nonexistent chances that I could lose in a fight now. Subconsciously, my mind chose a method of attack that would be the most torturous of all to the god of the upper air. Nothing more than a twitch of my eye was necessary to slow Aether to the perfect speed I wanted him. He couldn’t physically move for about the next 24 hours, but he was also fully awake, and his thoughts weren’t stopped. I could have taken my time to waltz over and grab my spear, but my body wouldn’t let me. I bolted over the temple roof, Heather making no attempt to stop me, and I snatched the weapon off the ground, turned, and ran through Aether without blinking once.

    I could feel the horrified shriek trying to escape Aether’s mouth, but his vocal cords were almost immovable. Golden ichor, which didn’t seem to be slowed by my power, splattered to the ground in streams. Drops burst onto my clothes, and even on my face. However, I didn’t mind. I relished in the thought of Aether facing a pain so severe. I could see through his storm-gray eyes into his very soul, watch as my spearhead tore up his spirit, completely obliterating his being.

    Only after Heather placed her hand of me did I realize how truly sick and twisted those thoughts were.

    I looked down, and saw that I was spinning the triangular point of my weapon around in Aether’s chest, having somehow broken through his seemingly indestructible wind armor. I dropped the spear, and let the god collapse, defeated, and possibly more dead that Apollo and Artemis. The golden blood pooled around him, almost making a pretty sight, despite the mangled wound in his torso. I didn’t dare look at Heather, for I knew I would already see Lucian if I stared into her eyes.

    Raising my head, my sight did settle on the still body of Sierra. I doubted that she was dead, but being on the verge of death was impossible.

    The feeling of incredible power and rage had passed, and dread started to settle in. However, I knew the real pain wouldn’t start until my mind was fully out of shock, which could be days later. Of course my eyes averted the sight of Lucian’s limp form as well as they could, but one or two curious glances occurred, bringing a deep, wild pain.

    Heather, her arm still on my right shoulder, kneeled down with me as I fell, weak and unstable. Tears came, though for how long, I don’t know. Jordan was behind us, locked in place. It was only me and Heather, now. It was something I’d wanted for a long time—just us two, without Lucian there. Now, the sick reality of everything made my wish come true.

    We leaned on each other, holding on, feeling one another’s hearts beating, knowing that the sound was the only way to know we still had one friend left.

    * * *
    I suppose Chronos’s spell had to wear off eventually, though I wasn’t eagerly anticipating the moment when we told Jordan what had happened. However, he seemed to take in what had happened without asking, and for a while we all remained in a silent trance.

    Night came, and none of us had moved from our spots. Jordan had sat, and while I felt bad that he was a third wheel to me and Heather’s hugging, it was hard to force myself to act on manners. Once or twice I tried to give him a look allowing him to join us, but the effort faded quickly like the sun.

    It’s possible we slept that night, with the hours moving so fast, but unlikely. What probably happened is that our horrified minds had trapped our thoughts in a perpetual cycle of anger, sadness, and guilt, sealing out reality and even time itself.

    Aether and Sierra stayed quiet all the while, a much appreciated, however forced, gift. For a while I assumed them dead, but each turned over once or twice an hour. It was even sad to think that these two, who had caused my best friend in the entire world to meet his demise were alive. I considered moving quickly to finish the job on each, but decided against it. No matter who they were, now that my rush of rage had faded, I couldn’t do what I’d done to Xavier to someone else.

    These were among the only thoughts in my head when sunrise came. I wondered who was pulling the sun into the sky now that Apollo was gone, but the question faded away quite fast. Besides, if Chronos’s plan had gone the way he wanted, the person pulling the sun was not a friend. In fact, the ball of light almost represented as much darkness as the night before it.

    After the feeling of absolute emotional exhaustion started to pass, leaving even more dread in its place, I raised my hand and placed it under Heather’s chin, turning her head upwards. Her eyes were fully bloodshot, and the frozen remains of tears had created an elaborate system of lines and dots across her cheeks. Her lips were turning blue, and her skin was more pale than the light snow that was falling now. There was something about her that simply seemed . . . weak. It was as if all her strength had fled her body, abandoning the frail girl that had once served as a host.

    I moved my hand, pushing the loose strands of hair from her vision. Heather’s eyes twinkled, but with a shine of tears rather than excitement. She buried her head on my shoulder, suddenly shaking all over, and wept. I laid my head on hers and began to cry as well. For a moment, it released all my feelings of horror and sadness, but it began coming in waves. The two of us just sat there, bawling, while the howling wind blocked out all sounds of the outside world.

    Finally, Jordan crawled over and took both of us into his hands. The warmth of his body melted the icy remains of tears on my face, turning my cheeks into waterfalls of salty drops.

    “I don’t—” Heather began, her voice quaking with sobs, the first words any of us had said in what I later realized had been exactly 9 hours and 37 minutes. However, the sounds died off, and the rush of wind returned.

    I wasn’t sure what she would have said after “I don’t”, but it started to get me thinking. For whatever reason, her words moved my mindset to the prophecy.

    “The sun and moon rest in the sky.” Apollo and Artemis had truly been trapped in the sky, a floating prison of Aether’s design. At least, the walls of the prison.

    “Above the world two of five shall die.” Despite my reluctance to count to dead, it was all true, and I realized something even more disturbing. Yes, there had been five people on the original quest. Adding our group, there were eight. That was three extra people that had to be gone before we were above the sky. Kyle and Casey had been killed on this quest, and Sierra had never really been on our side, taking the quest group down to Mitchell, Lucian, Heather, Jordan, and I. Mitchell and . . . well, you know, died above the world, leaving us three. The disturbing part—none of the original quest members were the ones to survive. When Mitchell had chosen his team, he’d literally doomed every one of them. Except perhaps Sierra, but I had something planned for her.

    “The deities shall return, but their replacements shall fade.” This was the real trick line of the prophecy. The deities who had returned were coming back from over a two-thousand year retirement. The original gods of day and night, Hemera and Nyx. The “replacements” were Apollo and Artemis, who had eventually become the gods of the sun and the moon. And they had, by all definitions, faded.

    “And the leader must stay as debt to the betrayed.” This was the line that none of us had ever been able to interpret. Sure, we thought that our leader, Mitchell, would somehow be trapped somewhere, but no details as to why or how.

    But no, it wasn’t for our leader at all. It was for someone who had recently revealed their leadership status. The leader of all the traitors at Camp Half-Blood.


    I stood up, surprising Heather, and looked at Jordan. He nodded, and turned to face her, wrapping his arm around her.

    I walked slowly, crunching the hardened flakes of snow and ice under my feet. Sierra was still lying on the temple roof, holding herself in a ball. Hard, frozen pools of blood surrounded her, one or two freezing her long hair to the rock beneath.

    Before I had reached her, however, I kneeled down, and felt something long and thin. I’d noticed that it had rolled away when he’d collapsed, dropping the wand.

    I curled my cold, numbing fingers around the polished wood, and stood up. I stepped closer towards Sierra, who was clearly unconscious. I gripped the base of the wand, and pointed it at her still body. Lucian hadn’t taught me the full extent of how his magic worked, but he’d told me about how it was mostly anything you could imagine.

    “Wake up!” I managed to say, my vocal cords more stiff than I’d thought. Fortunately, there was a quick flash of reddish pink light, and Sierra sat bolt upright, yanking her hair from the frozen blood, which seemed to cause her a lot of pain.

    “Sierra,” I said, with more volume this time. She looked at me, smiling for an instant, then frowned when she saw the wand in my hand.

    “He’s dead, huh?” she said, and another quick wave of powerful rage came over me, lasting just long enough for me to scream just one word.


    Recoiling slightly from nothing more than my volume, she laughed. No flash of light had occurred this time, and I thought I’d failed, when she stood up, and attempted to take one step forward, only to find herself moving as if on a treadmill. To be honest, I hadn’t really been one hundred percent sure what “stay” would entail, but this was satisfying enough.

    “It’s odd—but not your most fool-proof plan ever, Monroe.”

    I realized with a surprise that I’d never even told her my last name. Of course, she’d been working with my dad for years. Perhaps I came up once or twice.

    Still, the small amount of anger that came from thinking about my father was enough to put a smile on my face.

    “Even you can’t hold a spell forever.”

    “Maybe not,” I said, looking at the wand. “But this uses Hecatian Magic. Once it’s there, it doesn’t go away until it’s removed by the same source.”

    Anything left of a smile on her face disappeared as she grasped the truth of what I’d said. I suppose she knew how Hecatian Magic worked.

    My smile grew.

    “Goodbye, Sierra. Sooner or later you’ll freeze to death. And no, neither Chronos or Chaos will come to help you. Why would they save a demigod girl who can never leave the spot where she is?”

    He blank expression changed to one of total fear. There was even a begging look in her eyes. For a second, I believed she would try to make some kind of appeal to my moral sense. However, I didn’t have a lot of morality left in my system now.

    Speechless, Sierra sat back down, and didn’t move again.

    I turned, and saw that Heather and Jordan were both watching me. Jordan was showing a hint of a grin, and Heather’s jaw muscles seemed to have conflicting emotions between what had happened to Lucian and Sierra.

    I started walking toward them, and reached him half way there. I lowered myself, and, my hands shaking now, grabbed the zipper of his jacket. Pulling down, I saw that beneath, he was still wearing his Hecate Strait shirt.

    The sight brought more tears to my eyes, but they didn’t sting like before. Instead, they actually started to relieve some of the stress. I had already accepted that my mind was simply in a state of shock, and the real pain would come later, but for now, I was going to do what I had to do.

    Thinking of Lucian’s face the first time he’d donned the shirt, I tucked the wand into an inside pocket of the jacket and zipped the shirt back up. I reached outwards towards Aether’s collapsed figure, and grabbed my spear. Looking at the spearhead, I saw that the god’s golden blood had seeped into the engraved alpha, while the rest had flown out. Tapping the center stone of the letter, the weapon shrank, becoming nothing more than an old, jagged triangle with a golden blood-stained A in the center, and a thin silver chain.

    I leaned over, until I was looking down at Lucian’s face. His last moments had him screaming silently, yet he almost looked at peace. A warm teardrop fell onto his nose, melting a few frost flakes that had collected on his cheeks.

    Lifting his head, I slipped the spearhead necklace over him, and put in on his chest. I knew it would come back to me in a few hours, but I wanted him to have it while he could.

    I turned to face Heather and Jordan, but once again found her looking behind me. Wondering what other horrific thing could be happening now, I spun my head around, and instead of seeing something terrible, it filled my heart with a strange sense of hope.

    “Ms. H?” I asked, then corrected myself. “Hecate?”

    “Yes, Alex,” she said in a calming, almost enchanting voice. She’d never said anything in this voice when she’d taught science at my school. “Hello Heather, Jordan.”

    “Hello, ma’am,” Jordan said, and stood up, helping Heather do the same.

    “Lu . . . Lucian’s—” Heather began, but Hecate raised her hand.

    “It’s all right, dear. I know what has happened.”

    Jordan wiped the snow out of his hair, leaving his eyebrows white, and stepped forward, pulling Heather along as well.

    “I don’t mean to sound rude, ma’am, but, why exactly are you hear?”

    Hecate gave a small chuckle, but looked down for a moment and saw Lucian lying on the ground, regaining her serious face.

    “Why, Jordan, I’m here to bring you three home.”

    * * *
    As soon as we appeared in Camp Half-Blood, Hecate motioned for all the surrounding campers to step aside, letting us be. Many of them started pointing and laughing, and while Heather and I were completely shocked, Jordan spoke up.

    “We’re not being returned for running away,” he said, and I realized what they all had thought was happening. They didn’t know what we’d been through. As far as anyone here knew, the quest was still ongoing and we had been caught after escaping, brought back to receive a punishment.

    “Five campers are dead, and one doesn’t have much time left.”

    That shut everyone up. Ahead of us, Chiron stepped out of the sky-blue Big House, followed by Dionysus, wearing a leopard skin bath robe and matching slippers. In his hand was a steam cup of coffee, but he looked at if as if he hated everything that coffee stood for.

    “Is this true, Hecate?” he questioned, and more campers started to appear, trying to see who was still alive, many struck with horror when they saw who was gone.

    “Yes, Chiron, it is.”

    There was a collective gasp from the whole crowd, but they were silenced when Chiron raised his hand. Even Heather seemed to straighten up when he made this gesture.

    “Then,” he said in a loud, clear voice, as if to make it so all the other demigods could hear. “We have much to discuss.”

    * * *
    It took us almost three hours to tell the whole story to Chiron, who remained mostly silent, and Dionysus, who spent most of the time in the kitchen, mumbling about stupid Half-Blood sob stories.

    When I told Chiron about what had happened with Xavier at Mt. McKinley, he paused me.

    “After the ceremony was done,” he asked, “did you ever see Evelyn?”

    “No,” I replied. “We never saw her as Chaos.”

    After a long pause, Chiron spoke.

    “Chaos has not fully risen through Evelyn, then. True, we’ve never dealt with Primordial Gods before, but no great villain ever comes back to life, and fails to make an appearance at her own fortress.”

    We finished the story, and once we were done, Chiron stood up.

    “You should know that the Olympians have officially inducted Hemera and Nyx to the council, as Mr. D has informed me.”

    “Well, with what they said about the start of war, I doubt that there was any choice,” I said.

    “Oh yeah, that was fun,” Dionysus said, entering the room with yet another full mug. “Them telling about the war. You see, Zeus and Poseidon didn’t think it was so important to tell us. So, once the other two arrived at the emergency meeting, they spilled the beans for us. Lot of chaos, if you ask me. Lots of chaos. Chaos.”

    “Thank you,” Chiron said shortly. “Thank you, Mr. D.”

    He bowed spilling the contents of the cup onto the table in between the two couches. “My pleasure.”

    Then he stepped out of the room, and Hecate, who had been standing the whole time, turned toward the empty doorway as well.

    “I think it would be best if I left now, as well,” she said, and Chiron simply nodded.

    “I agree. In fact, if you two don’t mind . . .” He looked at Jordan and Heather, “I’d like to have a word with Alex.”

    They both rose, slightly surprised, but stepped out, nodding. Jordan closed the door behind him, giving me a quick thumbs up as he left.

    “Alex,” he began, and I braced myself for what he was about to say. “I cannot deny that I am not happy with you, Heather, and Jordan running away from camp without permission. However, I understand now the way you feel. How destiny propelled you, as if all the pieces had been laid out before you, ready for you to accept fate, and give in to it. It is because of this that I feel you must be the one to know.”

    I gulped. “Know what, sir?”

    “About Chronos and Chaos. About Apollo and Artemis. None of this was meant to happen. Destiny was changed . . . by you.”

    “I’m sorry?”

    “I doubt that Chronos meant for Hemera and Nyx to join the Olympian council now. In fact, I doubt it was supposed to happen for months, at least until the winter meeting.

    “This was an act of war. You have cause Chronos to call an emergency meeting of the gods. True, Zeus was alerted to the beginning of a war previously, but it was never meant to start now.

    “You say that you understand destiny. This is most likely true—after all, Chronos, as god of the zodiac, has powers over fate. Those born as a pisces, virgo, or any other has traits given to them by birth. This is the time of Libra, of balance. Good and evil destinies are combined now, weakening and strengthening each in different ways. I believe it is solely because of this that as many of you survived as you did. It is also why Chaos was not able to regain full power and return to the living. Fate bends around you, Alex, as you bend fate yourself. Your destiny isn’t laid out. You are one of many people who’s death can come at many times. The fates cannot cut your lifeline. Only you can. The Acephali that attacked you when you first learned of the gods was not planned. It truly was by chance you met. This will happen to you many times. It will be hard to know what is of importance, and what is part of a greater plan. You must decide when something is meant to be or not. And that is why I’m asking you what it is you wish to tell me.”

    I’m not sure when he realized I had something to ask him, but I wasn’t very surprised. Everything he’d said so far had made sense, and some things were things I’d suspected myself.

    “Well, sir, I do have something.”

    I told him what I’d been thinking since Mt. McKinley. An idea I’d had that was very unconventional.

    “Alex, there has never been a male oracle before. By the laws of Apollo, there cannot even be—”

    “But Apollo’s laws don’t have meaning anymore!” I blurted out. “I’m sorry. But they don’t. You said that it was because I knew what was meant to be that you asked what I wanted.”

    “Yes, and I believe you do think this is meant for you. However, it may be simply to risky. I think I should consult with our current Oracle before any decision is made.”

    “You said that you wished she could go an have her life, right? This is the chance she needs to have that life!”

    “I will tell you when I know.”

    It was aggravating, but I knew he was right. For the meantime, I should accept that everything had been done to become the Oracle and take on my destiny. Especially since I truly did create my own destiny.

    “For now, I think it would be best to go to lunch.”

    * * *
    At lunch, Chiron told the story to the entire camp, with help from Jordan, Heather, and I. Everyone was silent, even when a cabin learned that one of their own had been killed. I stopped Chiron before he admitted that Sierra had been a traitor, and stood up myself.

    “You should all know that we did learn that Sierra was a daughter of Aphrodite. She’d known, but . . . had never realized what it was. She’d been claimed so young that . . . she hardly remembered at all.”

    It was a lie, and not a particularly good one, but people seemed to believe it anyway. Chiron, Heather, and Jordan looked confused, and Dionysus was busy scarfing down his hamburger and fries, but they didn’t speak up. I nodded at Jordan, who seemed to understand that I needed to say this, and whispered to the others not to say anything. So, I continued.

    “She did, however, say that she wanted to give a message to the people in her ‘group’, I think she called it.” I nodded again at Jordan, who seemed to be trying to hide a smile. Now he knew what I was doing. Chiron also nodded, and Heather sat there, her thoughts mostly elsewhere, but looked content enough.

    “I suppose she was a leader of some club.”

    I could see a few nervous heads turning, and I had to control myself, and not call them out as her fellow traitors.

    “She said that all she wanted you guys to do to recognize her death was to go down to the lake tonight when everyone else is gone, and just have a little moment of silence. And all of you not in her ‘group’, I know you may want to be a part of her remembrance, but it was her last request that you all let if just be her friends. I think we can all respect that.”

    There were murmurs from the campers, and I sat down at the long table in the front of the mess hall. Chiron and Jordan were smiling at me, and Heather even gave me what seemed to be a purposeful nod.

    Afterwards, Chiron finished the story, and everyone separated for their next activity. However, Chiron had excused us from any activities we didn’t want to do until we started to get over everything, so we stayed behind. Dionysus even left, probably to go take a nap at the Big House.

    “That was risky, Alex,” Chiron said, but couldn’t hide his smile.

    “And brilliant. Maybe not all of them will come, but we can at least knock out a good number of them.”

    “What exactly will happen, Chiron?” I asked.

    “Oh, I suppose they’ll be given to the custody of Mr. D. He’s not a big fan of traitors.”

    Chiron allowed us to be alone, and Jordan decided that a good swordsmanship practice session would help him get out a little stress. That left Heather and I.

    We decided to go for a walk around the lake, since no canoeing classes were taking place. At first we both pretended to be looking for a way to trap all the traitors who came later, but it didn’t take long before we just decided to sit and talk.

    We tried to avoid bringing up Lucian in our conversation, but since he’d been our best friend for years now, it was hard.

    “I don’t know if he ever told you like I did, but he really liked you, Heather.” The words didn’t cause as much hurt to me as they had before.

    “He never told me, but I knew.” She smiled. “It was kind of fun to see you two fighting over me.”

    “We never fought over you,” I insisted, and she just laughed. It was good to have a full conversation with her after she’d started going absent-minded for a while.

    “Okay.” She winked at me.

    “We didn’t!”

    “Gotcha” She winked again. “Just so you know, I don’t believe you.”

    “Yeah, I got that.” We both laughed, and I’m not going to lie, it felt really good. I should have felt guilty for experiencing any kind of joy, but I told myself over and over again that my mind wasn’t ready to process it yet.

    “I’m leaving,” she said, and I stopped laughing.


    “I’ll come back. At Christmas. And maybe over thanksgiving.”

    “Why are you leaving?”

    She sighed.

    “I told you before. I’m a demigod scout. I need to go out into the world and find Half-Bloods. After all, that’s how we found you.”

    That’s how they found me. They were doing their jobs. Still, there was no denying we truly did become best friends. Even if they were probably better friends. They were definitely better friends.

    “Did you ever tell him you liked him?”

    Heather didn’t say anything. She looked at me, and I chuckled.

    “It’s okay,” I insisted.

    She sighed again. “I never did.”

    We both stayed quiet for a while after that.

    “I’ll be back any time I find a new demigod.”

    “You stayed with me in Dallas for years!”

    “But I came back almost every weekend!”


    “I promise you, Alex.” She grabbed my hand. “This time I’m going to come back.”

    She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss. For a second I could tell she was thinking that I’d misinterpreted that.

    Before it became too awkward, I smiled.

    “We’re good.”

    She seemed relieved. “We’re good.”

    With that, she stood up, stretched, and started toward the Hermes Cabin. I watched her go, and as I did, I realized that I didn’t know if I’d still be living in the Hermes Cabin. Somehow, I doubted it.

    * * *
    Later that night, Forrest the Satyr came to tell me that Chiron wanted to see me in the Big House. When I arrived, Mr. D was nowhere to be seen. Instead, I walked in and saw Chiron and Rachel standing, talking casually.

    Rachel looked better than the last time I’d seen her. She seemed quite full of life, and I was pretty sure I knew why.

    “Chiron?” I asked, and he replied with two simple words.

    “It’s time.”

    We stepped onto the porch, and Chiron stepped off to the side.

    “Usually, Apollo would conduct this ceremony,” he said. “But under the . . . uh . . . circumstances, I’ll be filling in for him.”

    “You’ve waited too long,” I said. “But I’m here now.”

    Seeing what we were doing, perhaps it was inappropriate for Rachel to bust out laughing.

    “Why did you say that?”

    “What?” I asked. “What was I supposed to say?”

    “Those were the exact words used when Rachel became the Oracle,” Chiron answered.

    “It’s as if you’re literally taking my place.”

    Chiron grunted. “Alex Monroe,” he began, and I had a feeling he was saying what Apollo had said long ago, to add on to what I’d said to Rachel. “You have the gift of prophecy. But it is also a cruse. Are you sure you want this?”

    I couldn’t help but succumb to the instinct telling me to nod. “It’s my destiny.”

    Even though I had the power to bend destiny, as Chiron said, those words could not have felt more true.

    “Do you accept the risks?”

    “I do.”

    “Then proceed.”

    I turned to look at Rachel, who was smiling, like this had all been some giant inside joke.

    Once again I felt some instinct feeding me the words. “I accept this role. I pledge myself to Apollo, God of Oracles. I open my eyes to the future and embrace the past. I accept the spirit of Delphi, Voice of the Gods, Speaker of Riddles, Seer of Fate.”

    I tried to stop myself from speaking of Apollo, but I couldn’t fight the voice in the back of my mind.

    Suddenly, Rachel stopped smiling, and her eyes opened wide. A strange green mist started to surround her, growing thicker and thicker, until it burst off of her skin, and drifted over towards me.

    I was terrified, and I didn’t even dare look at Chiron or the small crowd that was joining him to watch the birth of a new oracle. He was saying something to the others, but I couldn’t focus enough to lip-read.

    The green mist was upon me, and I could feel it trying to soak into my skin, and I panicked when there seemed to be resistance. For a second, I thought that Chiron had been right—I could never be the Oracle if I was a boy! What had I been thinking?

    Finally, however, the green mist completely blocked my vision, and I felt the mist starting to seep into my body. I inhaled the cloud, letting it take hold on me.

    Then, as suddenly as it had started, it stopped, and I felt my legs go limp as the cloud dissolved.

    I could hear someone yelling my name, and the voice sounded like Jordan’s. I tried to respond, but I couldn’t move my lips.

    Finally, I heard Rachel’s voice, and I was able to sit up. There was some applause and sighs of relief, and I felt to pairs of arms hoist me up off the ground. I blinked several times, and I managed to say to Jordan, “I’m okay.”

    “Alex,” he said, his voice shaking violently. “I could see you dying. Your life aura was fading away! I . . . I . . . I thought—”

    “It’s okay, Jordan,” I insisted, but immediately felt that wasn’t true. There was something happening inside me. My vision instantly went black, and I couldn’t hear anything other than my own muffled voice. I had no idea what was happening, but it stopped soon enough.

    “Alex?” Chiron asked, and Rachel laughed.

    “So that’s what I always looked like,” she said with a big grin.

    “What?” I asked, and Jordan pat me on the back.

    “You just gave your first prophecy.”

    I let that sink in for a moment.

    “I . . . I did?”


    “Well, what did I say?”

    Now he started to frown, and I knew that whatever I’d said, it wasn’t good.

    “Chiron?” I asked, looking at the horseman. He also looked very serious.

    “Chiron, what did I say?”

    He took a deep breath, then looked at me.

    “The Master of All shall rise once more,
    And the gods shall fade forevermore.
    Destruction will spread, Chaos will thrive,
    And only the enemies shall survive.
    But alas, one hero may ruin it all,
    If the closest to him is the first to fall.
    The hero shall join to avenge his friend,
    But the world shall die if the hero meets his end.”

    * * *
    That's the end of Book One! I'm going to take a short break, but in a few weeks or so, I'm going to start posting chapters from the next book in the series:
    The Fate of the Olympians - Book Two: The Lord of the Sky.
    Last edited by AlexMonroe; 29th September 2012 at 12:44 AM.

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