The Child of Hecate: The Arising Oracle

Chapter Six: The Meeting Goes... Clarisse

Sorry for the late update... I've been working on something else and also went on a family trip in the summer, and now I'm back to primary school, blah...

PERCY

The meeting. Right. So I ate cheeseburgers at McHale's with Thalia after washing the Iapetus's memory and naming him Bob and retrieving the sword of Hades... never mind. I'm just hungry. I think that Helen and Annabeth are regretting to let me write in this book. On with the story... 

All the camp seemed to be trying to eavesdrop on the meeting. The senior counsellors were being sent by Chiron to check at the door to find any snoops.

At the meeting, there was Miranda Gardener from Demeter, me from Poseidon, Nico from Hades, Will Solace from Apollo. Those peeps. From Aphrodite was, the, according to Annabeth, rude and supremely annoying second-in-command cheeseburger-I mean, head counsellor-named Drew, who gave a little trouble to Leo, Piper ( I love calling her Pipper, with short i ) and Jason, who died about a summer ago, when Apollo turned mortal and this undead emperor stabbed him in the back. 

Just to put in a little comment, who names their child Drew?  It's like giving permission to Julia Feingold and Alice Miyazawa to write I'm a demigod party pooper on your forehead in permanent marker. I tell you that from experience, it's not good. 

Helen looked a little nervous being the centre of attention. Of course, I felt a little tension towards her for going supernova, even more powerful than a cheeseburger, nearly incinerating us all and destroying the sword arena, but most of all, pinning down Annabeth. Will Solace had healed her fractured leg and she was now on crutches.

(Helen is telling me to shut my big mouth up before she judo-flips me. I hate judo-flipping even more than than other forms of jujitsu-karate-what-is-the-difference because Annabeth had started it when I disappeared with the Romans and since then, it was like my life turned into a joke about that. Instead of punching me, all my enemies wanna do is judo-flip me. Figures.)

"Ahem." Chiron cleared his throat. 

"Ya got phlegm? 'Cause you are one," Clarisse from Ares muttered.

Oh, one thing I forgot. Mr Diony-pony (that's my knickname for Dionysus, the old slaggy what-what. Don't look at me like that, Wise Girl. Or should I say Annie Bell? Cue the arguing.) is away for godly buisness. By that I mean... nope. Not saying that.

"Apparently ever since there has been a powerful demigod arrival, there is a new Great Prophecy. Now we need to decipher the lines. The first verse of the sonnet was: 

For it is carried with gentle grace,

Seven immortals have stolen the power,

Of the higher Olympians they face,

With their children like the root of a flower."

Any ideas?"

"Well," Annabeth relented. "Seven immortals-lesser minor gods, have stolen the power of gentle grace. From another verse, a greek key, a meander in the form of a bracelet. I might have read about it. Each century, the twelve Olympians and Hades will donate a hundredth of their power into the meander, so charged with power from the gods. Demigod children are the ones who usually deal with problems, like the root of a flower. The gods are the petals. If the root-demigods-are destroyed, the petals-gods-will fall."