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CHAPTER 8 ↷ THE PROPHECY, PART TWO.
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ALORA WASN'T scared to face her future, she was brave and strong─ who am i kidding. alora was absolutely terrified. she was tempted to go give the gold key back to chiron and tell him she was just joking, then, run to selena and cry to them about this whole thing.
the brown haired girl fidgeted with her arms, shaking slightly each step she took. the only thing that relaxed her was her imagination, 'what if the oracle says i can go to a quest with annabeth?' she thought dreamily, a small smile on her face (someone please stop her!)
"gah─" the brown haired winched, rubbing her forehead, 'stupid ladder, can't even think in this house.' the girl complained silently. "wait. ladder?!" she realised, looking up at the small wooden door that would lead her to the attic, "bingo." the green eyed camper gulped, climbing up the ladder and unlocking the entrance to the oracle.
sure, alora didn't expect the atmosphere to be welcoming but she also didn't expect to feel like she was choking. (calm down! she just wants to know her future!)
looking around the attic the girls emerald green eyes saw a lot of stuff. documents, medical bills, broken bows and swords, yet the most disturbing ones were the pictures. there were pictures of old campers smiling, their eyes glimmering happily and then next to those pictures was a list, a list with all the different quests accepted by demigods. the most recent one was taken by luke castellan, her cabin's counsellor. before the nosy girl could open the mysterious file to look for more 'juicy secrets' ( as selena calls them ) she was cut off by green smoke coming from deeper into the room.
"im here" an old, raspy voice whispered, making aloras eyed widen and her arms shake, "who's there?!" the girl asked fearfully, putting her brown hair in a ponytail, ready to fight, "this is no time to prank me, stolls!" she put her fists up, absentmindedly walking backwards and deeper into the room.
looking around, her hands still clenched tightly in a fighting position, the unclaimed demigod saw a moving shadow, it was mouthing something to her, making alora question her life choices once again, 'why do i still want to find that asshole?' the camper questioned herself, before her back hit a stone like surface.
