𝒞𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝒸 | ᴘᴇʀᴄʏ ᴊᴀᴄᴋꜱᴏɴ¹

4. Quests, Voices and A Brother's Love

❈  Helena sat outside the big house waiting for her sister and boyfriend after Chiron had called a meeting to talk about the new threat to camp.

She was sitting outside by the grass making little daisy flower crowns, the arguing from the big house acting as white noise. She had already made one, it sat on her head, for herself but was currently making one for Percy. She cocked her head to the side. How big was his head again?

"Hi." A voice said from behind her. Helena turned to see Beckendorf standing there, a small smile on his face. "Annabeth's asking for you."

"Me? Why?" Helena asked as she got up and dusted her clothes off. They started walking towards the big house. "Also, do you think this will fit Percy's head?"

Beckendorf let out a snort. "You think his head is that big?"

Helena looked at him, then back at the crown in her hands. She sighed. "You're right. I'm going to need more daisies."

Beckendorf let out a laugh as he held the door open for her. Helena stepped inside and Beckendorf closed the door behind them before guiding her to the meeting room. The room fell silent, tension seeping into the air as they laid eyes on Helena.

Helena looked around the room, trying to gather any information about what they were arguing about but got nothing. She glanced at Beckendorf who offered a small smile and nodded his head at the empty chair next to Clarisse and Percy.

"My dear," Chiron said. "Now that Helena is here, why don't you tell us the prophecy."

"Well?" Quintus asked.

Annabeth looked at Helena first. She couldn't tell if she was trying to warn her, or if the look in her eyes was just plain fear. Then she focused on Quintus. "I got the prophecy. I will lead the quest to find Daedalus's workshop."

Chiron scraped a hoof on the dirt floor. "What did the prophecy say exactly, my dear? The wording is important."

Annabeth took a deep breath. "I, ah... well, it said, You shall delve in the darkness of the endless maze..."

They waited. Percy's hand found Helena's and he squeezed. She glanced at him but his focus was on Annabeth. She squeezed back.

"The dead, the traitor and the lost one raise".

Grover perked up. "The lost one! That must mean Pan! That's great!"

"With the dead and the traitor," Percy added. "Not so great."

"And?" Chiron asked. "What is the rest?"

"You shall rise or fall by the ghost king's hand" Annabeth said, "the child of Athena's final stand."

Everyone looked around uncomfortably. Annabeth was a daughter of Athena, and a final stand didn't sound good.

"Hey... we shouldn't jump to conclusions," Silena said."Annabeth isn't the only child of Athena, right?"

"But who's this ghost king?" Beckendorf asked.

No one answered. Percy thought about the Iris-message, he saw of Nico summoning spirits. He had a bad feeling the prophecy was connected to that.

Annabeth hesitated, glancing at Helena again. "Favoured daughter of war will aid in their journey. Time shall want her as his trophy"

The tension in the room increased. Helena started picking at her nails. Percy's eye's landing on a now frozen Helena. She didn't show any physical reaction other than her hand letting his go. He remembered how she acted when they fell into the maze. He couldn't let her go, prophecy be damned. And what the fuck was this about her being a trophy?