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STRENGTH ✷ act two, chapter fifteen, ━━━━━ a million and one thoughts. PUBLISHED. . . June 14th, 2024 EDITED . . . To Be Determined REPUBLISHED . . . October 11th, 2025
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WON'T TELL ME?"
Exasperated beyond belief, Nabi stood up from where she'd been sitting on the sofa in the Big House. Chiron sat in his wheelchair, "I'm afraid I cannot."
"Annabeth's in the infirmary with Thalia," Nabi scowled, "Percy's in a panic, too! Everyone at camp's going crazy—it has to do with that prophecy!"
"That I cannot tell you."
Nabi wanted to scream. As soon as everyone's shock had subsided by just the smallest bit, Chiron sprung into action—telling all the campers, and satyrs, and nymphs to go back to their usual activities. Thalia was brought to the infirmary for a check up (being turned into a pine tree might cause some funky bone problems, you never know...) whilst he clopped to find Dionysus to inform him about the sudden event.
In all the chaos, Nabi had almost forgotten to grab Chiron by the horsehairs and demand an answer. Which was what she was doing, right now.
As soon as the door had clicked shut, a cascade of words—from Hebe's reveal on the Island of the Fountain, the vial she'd given Nabi, to Kronos' taunts in her dreams that very night—Nabi told him everything.
"I'm a part of that prophecy," Nabi said, "so I have a right to know it."
Chiron frowned. "Percy might also be a part of the prophecy too, yet he knows just as much as you do."
"Well he should, we both deserve to!" Nabi snapped.
She paused, feeling a little bad at her outburst, but Chiron didn't seem very hurt at the anger laced in her voice. Instead, a frown marred the old centaur's features. She asked, "Does anyone know the prophecy? Anyone that isn't you, I mean."
Nabi saw the recognition pass through him, remembered the panic that flashed across... when they had been on the Princess Andromeda as Luke had wickedly grinned...
"Annabeth," Nabi said, "she— she knows, and so does Kronos."
"Yes, they do." Chiron nodded.
"How? Why?"
"Kronos always knows things that he shouldn't, the same way he does things that he shouldn't," Chiron muttered, "Luke must have discovered the Great Prophecy, somehow, most likely from Annabeth. He wouldn't have thought to use Thalia as a pawn, if that weren't the case."
