The sarcophagus opens slowly, its golden hinges screeching demonically. The corpse of Rachel Elizabeth Dare begins to twitch with stiff moves and tries to leave its resting place. My friends rush back to witness the skeleton of the Oracle slowly advancing towards me.
A green fog surrounds us and the air begins to smell of incense and jasmine. The scenery around us seems to shift abruptly and we suddenly find ourselves I front of a white marble temple at the top of a hill. Around the spot I see tall mountains and dense forests of pines and oaks, green like a jade gem. There was an open plane at the base of the hill, surrounded in thick black smoke.
I can't see my friends anywhere, but I am not alone. The corpse of Rachel Elizabeth dare keeps me company. It grabs my hand with its rotten hand, the bones creaking as it does so. The cadaver's mouth opens, from it emerges a wisp of glowing green smoke. It smells terrible. It begins to speak:
"The horn sounds, the armies mustering.
The sprout will grow, the border's strengthening."
At the bottom of the hill, the smoke evaporates and I see a battle taking place, a great one. On one side, there are monsters, hideous beasts with eyes of fire and claws of steel. They let out thundering roars and the ground splits open, letting out surge after surge of flames. It burns the trees, the mountains, and the hill below. The Oracle and I are surprisingly left unscathed.
"The dreams foretell, the dreamer knows
She holds the answer when things are lost."
The sky turns a bloody red and the moon that emerges from the horizon is a charred black. It looks like I've been transported into hell. I take a clear look at the people who are fighting the monsters. I realize and gasp in shock: they're...my campmates. Fritz, Aristoniki, Noah, June, they are all here. They are losing the battle. I try to run downhill and lend them a hand, but an invisible wall keeps me away from the battlefield.
Collapse to my knees as I see all my friends dying one by one, the entire camp dying with them. The halfbloods are dying and I am powerless to stop them.
"The war is unwavering, but it will open his eyes
The victory is yours, but to the moon it belongs
On the meadows of the East, you'll find the girl who knows."
The scenery changes. I'm in a temple, made of shiny black stone. Basalt columns support the roof, circling the room. I look at myself. I am tied up with golden chains and I am wearing a white silk dress, like the green maidens were wearing in camp. I am kneeling on the cold floor. Before me is a stone brazier, in which a green fire burns with toxic flames in front of the statue of an unknown god. In front of the brazier is a kneeling figure. I hear chanting.
The figure stands up and approaches me. Its clothes are black and his face is concealed by a black carnival mask with white accents resembling terrifying eyes. It's clutching a black obsidian dagger. The masked figure raises his dagger and stabs my chest. The last thing I hear as I lay down dying is another prophecy:
"The gift of memory so precious of yours
Demand it from the sea, the storm knows
The dark wounds kept hidden you will heal
And the fate of the gods you will seal."
* * *
I woke up gasping for air, on a bed in an unknown room. My vision is blurry, I can't feel my body anymore. I feel like I'm paralyzed and, as time passes, I find myself one second closer to my death. Haven't I died already? Is this the afterlife?
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The Eye of The Storm - 1. Rememberance
FanfictionA century after the age of the great heroes, an unconscious girl wakes up in Camp Halfblood with no memories of her past. Her name is Alison Phoenix and her quest to get her memories back intertwines with the fate of the world at large. As she strug...
