The Angel of Death

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Will had done what he could for my ribs, and they were still sore but definitely not broken anymore. Me, Will, Reyna, and the Seven were all gathered in the big house. Percy, Jason and I had recounted the story as best we could, or, in my case, as best as I remembered, since I was drowning for a while there.

"Are you sure the creature was referring to Nico?" Chiron asked, directing his question to Percy, who shrugged.

"That's what I assumed, since it only seemed interested in him. It didn't try to touch me until I had Nico."

Chiron hummed thoughtfully. I sighed and rested my head on the back of the couch I was draped on. Mr. D opened his mouth to say something when Rachel burst through the door, pale and shaking, speaking much too fast for any of us to understand.

"Calm down, Rachel," Chiron said, putting his hands on her shoulders and guiding her to a chair. "Tell us what's happened."

"There's been, there's been another prophecy." She stuttered. "About you guys." I sat up carefully, all of us focusing our attention on Rachel. "It's about...well maybe it would be better if you heard it," she whispered. I glanced around the room, confused. The spirit of Delphi doesn't usually give prophecies unless you ask it a question. This must be a pretty serious one, then.

All of us watched as Rachel's eyes began to glow a creepy green-ish colour, and she started to speak.

"Seven victorious joined by two,

A healer and a daughter of Roman crew,

Face an enemy old and new.

A traitor hidden behind his mask,

A question to the answer you never ask.

Until the three crows' breath,

Shall you fall prey to the son of Death.

The battlefield lies where murder sing,

And stand you against the oldest king.

When sun rises on the night,

Should you commence a deadly fight.

And son of death on his knees,

Slain by blade of swiftest seas

For death becomes his one appease,

From dirtiest sin of friendly disease.

And should the sun rise next day,

Victorious or dead, none can say."

Rachel wouldn't meet my eyes. Everyone else was staring at me. I swallowed thickly. "What- that- I mean, what does that even- what is that saying?" Percy stuttered.

"It's saying that there's going to be another war." I muttered. "And I'm going to betray you all." I looked at Percy, who was staring at me. "And then you're going to kill me."

He shook his head. "No. No, that's, that's wrong I would never do that, Nico, it has to mean something else–"

Annabeth put her hand on Percy's shoulder. "Percy. Think about it. 'Son of death on his knees, slain by blade of swiftest seas'. The son of death is Nico. Hades doesn't have any other demigod sons. And blade of swiftest seas, that's Riptide."

Percy swallowed, blinking back tears. "No," he whispered. "No, I won't- I can't kill him."

Chiron cleared his throat. "Regardless of what you can and cannot do in the future, Percy, we must do what we can now. This new prophecy is alarming and I fear it requires immediate action."