Apollo walked through the familiar grounds of Camp Half-Blood, his footsteps echoing in the silence of his thoughts. Some bad things had happened here, and he is glad that his friend is now gone. However, he couldn't help but feel a sense of restlessness, a longing that tugged at his heart. The weight of his past mistakes seemed to press upon him, even as he tried to make amends and regain his place among the gods.
Lost in contemplation, he barely noticed the small figure that appeared before him, startling him out of his reverie. It was Hestia, the eternal flame, taking the form of a twelve-year-old girl with an aura of warmth and innocence. She smiled at Apollo, her eyes brimming with kindness, and fell into step beside him.
"Lost in your thoughts again, dear nephew?" Hestia asked, her voice gentle and soothing.
Apollo offered her a half-hearted smile. "You know me well, Hestia. Always pondering the consequences of my actions, the weight of the past."
Hestia nodded, her expression understanding. "Tell me, Apollo, how is my son doing? Percy Jackson, the one I adopted into my hearth."
Apollo's gaze softened as he thought of the hero. "Percy is well, Hestia. He and Artemis have grown incredibly close, forming a bond that transcends friendship. They fight side by side, protecting each other with unwavering loyalty."
Hestia's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "And yet, they remain untouched by the flames of passion?"
Apollo chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Indeed, they both remain steadfast in their vow of celibacy. It seems the maiden goddess and the hero of the seas share a deep understanding of the importance of their sacred duties."
As they continued their stroll, Apollo and Hestia arrived at a secluded cave nestled within the trees. Inside, they found Rachel Dare, the mortal girl who had once served as the Oracle of Delphi. She smiled warmly at their arrival, her eyes glimmering with ancient knowledge.
"Apollo, Hestia, it's good to see you," Rachel greeted, her voice carrying a hint of the ethereal.
Apollo and Hestia exchanged pleasantries with Rachel before Apollo's expression turned serious. Switching to the ancient tongue of the gods, he uttered, "Say the great prophecy."
As if seized by an invisible force, Rachel's eyes glazed over, and her voice took on an otherworldly quality. The spirit of the oracle possessed her, and she spoke, her words echoing through the depths of the cave.
From shadows deep, a looming strife,
In twilight's realm, where darkness thrives.
Allied with Night, a covert embrace,
As fate entwines in the dark of space.
Daughter's blades unsheathed, divine essence severed,
Woe! She slumbers, veiled in cryptic endeavor.
Primordial forms, they fly above the overworld
And in the end, Misery is his world.
The air crackled with the weight of the prophecy, leaving Apollo and Hestia to ponder its meaning. The fate of heroes, the intertwining of love and destiny—these were the threads that wove together the tapestry of their lives. And now, a new chapter is about to be written, with the promise of an epic tale yet to unfold.
Love, Destruction and Darkness, three of Apollo's least favorite things. He sighed. Only time would tell the true meaning of this prophecy. Until then, he was left to eat, sleep and drink, but Apollo was confident on one thing.
In the end, Misery would be Percy's world.
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Old Vows, Young Lovers
Adventure2 years after the events of the giant war, Pertemis has sailed, and Percy has gained the respect of most of the hunters. including one very important child of magic that had deep connections with Zoë. However, an ancient evil comes to take the Earth...
