Prophesised

Chapter 3

                                                                       A hero woven of goodness

A hero takes the fall of the villain's barbaric actions.

Everyone was on nerves in Olympus, with the master bolt missing and Zeus accusing the sea god, storms raged. "Oh," "C'mon punk, I know you took the bolt, give it up and maybe Zeus might let you go easy." She raised an eyebrow at the war god. "Even I'm not mental enough to take thunder beard's weapon." "Careful punk, he might fry you," "Except for the fact that he currently doesn't have his master bolt." Celestial had a placating expression as she tried to shake off Ares. "All the more evidence to provide that you took the bolt." "What makes you think I'm not suspicious of you?" She snapped. The god looked as if he were about to throttle her when a different voice interfered. "Go away Ares," the god leaned coolly against a pillar, but his blue eyes flashed menacingly. "Or what?" The war god simpered. Apollo's blue eyes turned into a sharp harsh glare. "Alright, alright." Ares muttered, disappearing. The god's eyes softened as he gently took Celestial's hands, "Don't worry about him, I know for a fact you didn't do it." She let her lips twitch into a small smile.

It seems the next move had been made, the king was in check.

Celestial dragged her sword along the floor, jaw tense. Perseus Jackson had completed his quest unharmed, he had returned the master bolt and escaped the wrath of Zeus. He was a hero. But in turn another hero was lost. She spun her sword into a fountain pen, sliding it behind her ear. She had known Luke Castellan was going to play a big part in the future; she just hadn't known how big. A villain raising the cruel titan to bring the downfall of the gods, all in the name of their cruelty. She supposed his cause was one to consider, but to raise a titan who would rather destroy the world, was brutal. The son of Hermes blinded by anger, was manipulated into doing the wrong, she stopped suddenly and looked down at her arm, undoing the wrap she peered at the wound, the blood had trickled to an end, but an ugly scar mangled her skin.

She felt for the hero lost, but as his blessing of luck sputtered out, so did the curse of that fortune.

It seemed she wasn't the only one grieving. Walking upon an emotional god was one thing, so was walking upon an emotional wreck. Hermes was heaving with sobs, there was a couch that was overturned, furniture that was scorched, George and Martha were silent, perhaps sensing even this was past their regular standards. "Kingdom?" His broken voice startled her and she found his teary blue gaze meet hers.

She patted his back awkwardly as the messenger god hugged her torso. His sobbing had gradually lessened, but that hadn't made the moment weirder. "Poor Luke, I should have been better," he cried. "Drowning in self pity isn't going to help anyone right now." Celestial admitted harshly. There was silence before Hermes squeezed her in one last hug, "You won't leave me like that won't you Celestial?" He whispered. Her face broke a single tear out of a storm rolled down her face, "I wouldn't be able to anyway."

Both god and demigod alike mourned for the lost soul, perhaps, the two were more mundane than they thought.

Words spiraled onto a page as she held a pen. Bits and pieces of prophecies and visions. "The Hero's soul cursed blade shall reap," "A hero may save her from trapped in chains" "To storm or fire the world must fall" Her hand jerked to a stop. She scanned the words on the page face becoming grimmer and grimmer. She swept up the page and let it flutter into the flames, Celestial watched as smoke curled into the air. No one could know.

A sudden turn of events, prophecies of times come together in a tangled mix.

"Nope, absolutely not." "Oh come one it'll be fun!" "Yeah real fun to end up in jail." "Who said anything about committing a crime?" "A jog on the beach is the equivalent of breaking into a bank for you." "..." "You know what you can just stay here." "Great." Hermes backed out of the door hands up in a surrendered position. Celestial gave him a small smile. She knew the truth about his small break, he wanted to encourage the son of Poseidon to go on the quest, and try to bring his son back. But Celestial wasn't quite ready to meet the young hero. Especially because she knew Perseus Jackson and Luke Castellan were now enemies.

She wasn't ready to take another heartbreak, she wasn't ready to meet the true hero.