Astrophile-
(n) one who loves stars
In which Apollo's Oracle is not who one would expect.
Or
In which Regulus Blacks secrets are revealed
Oracle of Delphi Regulus x Percy Jackson
Pandora Rosier x Annabeth Chase
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EVERYBODY HATES ME BUT THE HORSE
The least the Oracle could've done was walk back to the attic by herself. Instead, Grover and I were elected to carry her. I didn't figure that was because we were the most popular.
"Who lied to you?" Annabeth snorted making percy glare.
"It's true though"
"Watch her head!" Grover warned as we went up the stairs. But it was too late. Bonk! I whacked her mummified face against the trapdoor frame and dust flew. "Ah, man." I set her down and checked for damage. "Did I break anything?"
Apollo turned ignoring the snickers of Ares and Hermes. "You dropped my Oracle?"
Regulus glared making Apollo cough. "I mean about to be past oracle?"
"Nobody told her head to be so big." Grover rolled his eyes. "It weighed like 100 pounds itself."
"I can't tell," Grover admitted. We hauled her up and set her on her tripod stool, both of us huffing and sweating. Who knew a mummy could weigh so much?
"See!!"
I assumed she wouldn't talk to me, and I was right. I was relieved when we finally got out of there and slammed the attic door shut.
"Well," Grover said, "that was gross." I knew he was trying to keep things light for my sake, but I still felt really down. The whole camp would be mad at me for losing the game to the Hunters, and then there was the new prophecy from the Oracle. It was like the spirit of Delphi had gone out of her way to exclude me. She'd ignored my question and walked half a mile to talk to Zoe. And she'd said nothing, not even a hint, about Annabeth.
"What will Chiron do?" I asked Grover. "I wish I knew." He looked wistfully out the second-floor window at the rolling hills covered in snow. "I want to be out there."
"Searching for Annabeth?" He had a little trouble focusing on me. Then he blushed. "Oh, right. That too. Of course."
"What else were you thinking?" Grover let out an embarrassed laugh at Barty's question. "Nothing..."
"Why?" I asked. "What were you thinking?"
He clopped his hooves uneasily. "Just something the manticore said, about the Great Stirring. I can't help but wonder... if all those ancient powers are waking up, maybe... maybe not all of them are evil."
"You mean Pan." I felt kind of selfish, because I'd totally forgotten about Grover's life ambition. The nature god had gone missing two thousand years ago. He was rumored to have died, but the satyrs didn't believe that. They were determined to find him.
