Prophesised

Chapter 2

                                                                            A palace of gleaming Jewels

No hero lived in peace, no hero ever lived. There were the immortals, and the dead.

She remembered nights waking up, sweat beading her face as she searched for comfort only to find none. She would lay back down and close her eyes thinking about her mothers words. It was why she hadn't reacted too terribly when the gods first approached her. It had been a threesome, Zeus, who had terrified her, Athena, her gaze unnerving, as if she could see every sin that had occurred in her life, and finally Apollo, whose brightness truthfully overwhelmed her. He was childish, and his blue eyes sparkled but with joy there was a deep dark illuminated in them as well. Her mother had warned her beforehand of 'Olympians will descend from the clouds' and Celestial sees them towering over her, immortals with cruel plans of the future.

It was at this moment she knew, her fate was now in the hands of the gods.

Her heart had pounded when the sun god had first approached her. A brief thought flashed in her mind as she caught his bright smile, 'This is the god who brought my prophecy to life. "Hey there!" Celestial plastered a painful smile on her face as the god approached her. Apollo raised an eyebrow in sympathy, "I know this isn't the most... ideal situation you're in, but I hope you will find all you need here in Olympus." She swallowed thickly at the effort he was making and her smile became a scant bit genuine. "What has the.. Council said?" His expression darkened before his gleaming smile returned, having her under the illusion of seeing things. "It's still undecided, but that doesn't mean I can't take you exploring." She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "Excuse-" The god of music grabbed her arm and they wandered into the great palace of Olympus.

Perhaps the reality of the situation set in, but at least the sun still shone through.

Celestial and Apollo stood together quietly, voices drowning out the songs. She watched the demigods wander about in Olympus admiration and awe stitched into their expressions. A hollowness haunted Celestial as a thought accosted her, 'If they had been on Olympus, trapped against their will as I have, they wouldn't be seeing the palace the same way.' The sun god that accompanied her squeezed their entwined fingers, as if sensing her darker thoughts. "Go on, I know you're looking for them."

She reached out a hand and clasped on his shoulder. The blue eyed boy jerked startled. "Sorry didn't mean to scare you," He gave her an awkward smile rubbing the back of his neck before offering out a hand. "Hey, I'm Luke Castellan." Celestial shook his outstretched arm, "I know."

Pain stabbed her in the head and she leaned on the pillar for support. Celestial understood the great prophecy was approaching, she knew the risks of trusting and caring. Because, for now, the villains and the heroes are all the same. Softer music, more of her liking, drifted in the room. But her gaze was caught on one person, Luke Castellan, a boy she wanted to trust. Without her consent her fingers twitched, but it was too late to stop the green mist that curled above the son of Hermes's head. Pain prickled on her arm and she looked down, crimson dripped on her clothes staining them red.

Luck comes with a price, especially when that fortune is given for someone who is immoral.

Celestial rewrapped the bandages on her arm before the blood could seep through, it had gotten significantly better, although, she supposed, she would be completely healed if she went to Apollo. Celestial removed the thought from her mind, knowing the fury that would come with it. She buried herself under the covers praying to her mother for peaceful sleep, she should have now by now that wasn't possible. She had seen many futures before, ones where she was the murderer, ones where she was the murdered. But the visions swirled and confused her, leaving her in shallow darkness. Her heart pounded in her ears as she jolted awake, the faint whistling sound of the trees like wailing ghosts. But she knew she had a way to reach comfort for once.

Halfbloods had demigod dreams, but she had dreaded visions of futures that would happen.

She sat quietly in the throne room, while the gods were gathered air crackling with power. Hermes's eyes were shadowed with an unreadable emotion, and Zeus looked disapproving. She rubbed her arm where the gauze was hidden just as a figure entered the room. It took everything in her not to look away, he was the same in a sense. But marred by something deeper, darker, malicious. An ugly scar ran along his face, raw and red, while his arms were empty, lacking the golden apple. Resent tangled in his aura as he glared at the messenger god, when his gaze caught hers. Shock and confusion flooded his face, eyes tracking the silvery chains that extended and never seemed to end. Luke Castellan looked at Celestial Kingdom in a new light.

His heart, already corrupted by the crooked one, who would rise and bring the fall of the hero.

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