Percy's Memories

Chapter 8

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Well, this has been fun. You know, seeing the memories of my "cousin" and watching get accused of stealing the master bolt. Fun.

Anyway, Percy got sent up to retrieve a prophecy. When Percy went up, he noticed the trophies of many campers on the one table, but when he turned he noticed the Oracle of Delphi staring at him.

When the Oracle sat up and green smoke started to come out, Percy wanted to flee. No literally, he ran to leave but the oracle closed the trap door.

I am the spirit of Delphi, speaker of the prophecies of Phoebus Apollo, shyer of the mighty Python. Approach, seeker, and ask. The Oracle's voice was heard inside of Percy's head.

Percy got up the courage to ask, "What is my destiny?"

The mist swirled more thickly, collecting right in front of Percy and around the table with the pickled monster-part
jars. Suddenly there were four men sitting around the table, playing cards. I recognized their faces, it was Smelly
Gabe and his buddies. Percy's fists clenched.

Gabe turned toward him and spoke in the voice of the Oracle: You shall go west, and face the god who has turned.

Another buddy turned toward him: You shall find what was stolen, and see it safely returned.

The guy on the left threw in two poker chips, and said: You shall he betrayed by one who calls you a friend.

The one who said the last line was Eddie, Percy's building super: And you shall fail to save what matters most, in the end.

The figures began to dissolve. Percy was too stunned to say anything, but as the mist retreated, coiling into a huge green serpent and slithering back into the mouth of the mummy.

Percy finally got his voice back and cried, "Wait! What do you mean? What friend? What will I fail to save?"

Of course the Oracle wasn't going to tell him anything. As the mummy reclined, Percy must've gotten the signal none of his questions would be answered, because after standing still for a few seconds he left the attic.

"Well? " Chiron asked Percy, when he came back.

He slumped into a chair at the pinochle table. "She said I would retrieve what was stolen."

Grover sat forward, chewing excitedly on the remains of a Diet Coke can. "That's great!"

"What did the Oracle say exactly?" Chiron asked, knowing most prophecies had a double meaning. "This is important."

"She. . . she said I would go west and face a god who had turned. I would retrieve what was stolen and see it safely returned."

"I knew it," Grover said.

Chiron didn't look satisfied. "Anything else?"

"No," I said. "That's about it." Percy was keeping the other lines to himself. I knew which friend was gonna betray him, but I didn't know what he would fail to save.
Chiron studied Percy's face. "Very well, Percy. But know this: the Oracle's words often have double meanings. Don't dwell on them too much. The truth is not always clear until events come to pass." Chiron knew Percy was keeping some of the prophecy to himself, or else he wouldn't have said what he said.
"Okay, so where do I go? Who's this god in the west?"