A prophecy

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Percy's Pov

I held my breath as I dived under water and I felt myself being dragged under. I tried opening my eyes but the water of the lake was so murky that all I could make out were darker shapes. I kept getting dragged under and under until I fell out the water completely, I opened my eyes and was met with a women with dark shoulder length hair, and green eyes on a pale ageless looking face. She wore a long red robe and held torches in her hands. I had been thrown into a temple of sorts, with a throne and everything.

I didn't know who she was but on instinct, I bow.

"Oh that's of no need young wizard" She says "I hold respect for those of the Wizarding world, If you haven't already guessed, I'm Hecate the Goddess of Magic, Mist and Crossroads" .
"But most importantly, I created the wizarding world" She tells me "I gave magic to many, thousands of years ago and sometimes I see potential in what they call muggles and give them magic too".
"Does that mean they have stronger magic?" I ask.
"It does, yes" She answers "Well mostly, obviously there are occasions where they're not".

For some reason, I think Hermione wasn't one of those occasions.

"Well anyway you're friends are probably going to think you've drowned so I should probably get to the point quickly" She says "you are part of a prophecy I've had for many many years".
"Excuse me?" I say "A prophecy?".
"Yes, It's better if you don't read it aloud though when you share it with your friend Annabeth" She says "And don't share it with anyone else!".

She passes me a piece of parchment.

"Won't this get wet underwater?" I ask.
"No because I'm almost certain of your parentage and oh boy, Zeus is not going to be happy" She says "anyway, goodbye!".

And with that I was thrown back out of the temple and back under the lake, her words still on my mind.

I shove the prophecy in my robe pocket, which as she had said, was completely dry. I swam to the surface quickly, to be met with a crowd of people.

"PERCY!" Annabeth yells "I thought you'd drowned! You've been under for ten minutes!".
"Oh wow".
"Oh my god".
"He's dry".
"How is he dry?".
"And how are you dry?!" Asks Annabeth.
"Quick reflexes?" I say.
"You we're under there ten minutes" She says bluntly.
"Yeah" I agree "sorry".

We sit back down with Hermione until dinner, where we eat in the great hall.

Hermione's Pov

I'm still really confused about what had happened at the lake, he was under ten minutes, how?
All I could think of were spells but why would he stay down there ten minutes?
"Hermione!" Called Annabeth "come sit with us!".

I felt Harry's glare burn on the back of my head but I kept walking and didn't look back.

I sat down at the Slytherin table gaining even more glares but whatever. It was still better than sitting alone at the Gryffindor table. 

"Ehh Percy you smell bad" Annabeth informs him.
"Why thank you" He responds "does it smell like a lake by any chance?!".

Annabeth's Pov

After dinner me and Percy went back up to the Slytherin common rooms.
"Annabeth, I need to show you something" he says.
"What is it?" I asked curiously.
"Follow me" he says.

So we walked into the corner of the common room where there was the least amount of people and he brought out a piece of parchment.
"Don't read it aloud" He tells me.

'Daughter of Wisdom and Son of the Sea,
Must help the chosen one and be the key,
To prevent a war which is at its brink,
All enemies armour has a a hidden chink,
At the end of it all both will be forgotten,
Bodies on the fields will be left rotten.'

"That doesn't sound good" Percy says "whose body's will be left rotten? Is it us? Will we die and be forgotten?".
"I don't know" I say.

This prophecy really flipped my good mood.

"I'm not ready to die!" Percy says.
"Yeah, me neither" I agree "wait! Those snake ladies called me 'Daughter of Athena' and you 'Son of Poseidon' and Athena was the really wise goddess and Poseidon is the sea god. Son of the sea, Daughter of wisdom".
"This prophecy is definitely about us" Percy says.
"Whose the chosen one? Who will we help?" I ask.

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