𝑂𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝐷𝑒𝑒𝑝 •|𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘆 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻|•

┏ ¹ .Small Talk ┛

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ Sure enough I'm back with another chapter.──

──Sure enough I'm excited!

Don't forget to vote , or "I'll make it rain! With your body parts!"

━ ◦ ❖ ◦━

I remember the prophecy spoken to me by Delphi.

The old dusty, crusty , scary, leather back turtle smelling attic granny as old as Jesus' worn out sandals.

She said in that raspy mummy voice of hers.

You will change the faith.

Not sure what she meant by that , but I'm guessing it has something to do with my wretched father and his very uncivilized mannerisms.

You will lose the hand that protected you.

That line was pretty self explainable.

Thalia.

You will fall without grace.

That one still confuses me , till this day. I mean , I think it has something to do with Thalia, cause her last name is Grace. But , I don't know , I could be wrong.

You will face the scarred traitor.

I wasn't sure whether she was playing with me at this point or actually being serious, because I don't know many scarred people, only one and he's on a rollercoaster heading down.

And redeem your esteem.

Pretty sure everyone one has to. But apparently when it comes to me it's pretty bad.

You will defy all odds.

The only line in the entire prophecy that seems to really spook my out was this one the last one.

Your flesh will turn , the ichor runs thick.

Not sure what that meant , but at this point Apollo was playing with me.

But as I stood next to Annabeth I realized that these were moments of our lives that we learn from Delphi in all her leathery greatness.

Poor , woman.

Can't trust the gods.

Prophecies helped us navigate through quest and life in a while. And without them we would be pretty lost.

And sometimes what came out of the green most was not the best things that you wanted hear.

And I stood staring out at the strawberry field as I walked with Jake.

We'd been conversing.

About the quest that is sure to come. Percy's quest and his choice of companions obviously rest in the only people that he came to actually hang out with at camp.

Grov, Nanny Mcwisey, Jakey boy, and me.

So we packed early.

In addition to our mental paranoia that revolved around the up coming solstice, we had to focus on this quest and the fact that it could literally decided wether we lived or died.

Jake applied oil to his scalp and massaged it into his roots.

I shot him a look of scorn and disbelief. "You have a cabin for that."

Jake rolled his eyes slowly in a dramatic way. "Yeah , well not everyone wakes up at the crack of dawn to prep their hair and fix their face."

My jaw dropped as I stared at him in shock.