Olivia Anworth liked to know everything. She knows nothing about Percy Jackson.
Percy Jackson seemed to know nothing. He has no problem getting to know about Olivia Anworth.
Annabeth Chase thought she knew everything. Alice Rosario changed that.
Ali...
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝟏: 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐚𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞
May 12, 2018
OLIVIA ANWORTH DID NOT CONSIDER THIRTEEN AS UNLUCKY A NUMBER AS MOST DID.
After all, her thirteenth birthday had been the day she received what was perhaps the greatest gift she could've hoped for. Not only did she finally receive a stunning collection of jewelry sent by her grandfather, but her mother had also gifted her art supplies, and her father had come to visit her briefly, offering her a new guitar and sheet music, along with a poetry book. He never missed her birthday, after all. And for that, she was eternally grateful.
The main reason her birthday was so special had nothing to do with that, however. Rather, it was the vision she received that day.
Olivia had not been the first child of Apollo to have the gift of prophecy, but she was the first to be able to change her visions. Her father once told her that she was more baffling than the Oracle and Mr. D had expressed his exasperation at the revelation that not all of Olivia's visions were set in stone. Something about the Fates deciding that now was the time for multiple destinies and whatnot.
It was when she had been toying around with her new jewelry that the vision came to her. Her vision swam with the emerald color of the Oracle's mist, images slowly forming in shades of gray. This vision could not be changed, set in stone and destined to come true no matter what happened. In her vision, Olivia stood outside in the pouring rain and stepped forward, a light catching her attention. She looked back to her friend Annabeth Chase and heard her voice say, "He's finally here, Annabeth."
The scene changed to a mist-covered room in something akin to a villa. Olivia was quick to recognize it as her mother's newest design for a house, currently being built. The door opened and she saw the face of a girl, young and barefoot, her dark hair pulled back. In her arms, she carried a single book.
"I was hoping," she gasped, "you could help me."
So she was seeing random tidbits of her future again? Where was the fun in that?
That was when the Fates threw down the serious visions like they were smacking a ball down.
Olivia felt the ground open around her and suddenly, she was falling.
"So be it, daughter of Apollo," a breathy voice hissed in her ear. Olivia fought the urge to recoil at how close it was. "Look upon your destiny."
She felt the crushing weight of the future descend upon her before it actually came. Visions surrounded her in a way they never did before, some fully in color, some only partially colored, and some only in grays. She heard the cacophony of sounds clatter together in a maddening tangle of words, until four phrases plucked themselves out, swirling in her head:
