Four flights up, the stairs ended under a green trap door.
I pulled the chord. The door swung down, and a wooden ladder clattered into place.
The warm air above smelled like mildew, rotten wood, and reptiles.
I held my breath and climbed up.
The attic was filled with Greek hero junk: armor, shields, old weapons, etc. covered in cobwebs.
By the window, sitting on a wooden tripod stool, was the body of a human female, shriveled to a husk. She wore a tie-dyed sundress, lots of beaded necklaces, and a headband over long black hair. The skin of her face was thin and leathery over her skull, and her eyes were glassy white slits.
It was a gruesome sight.
Suddenly, the trapdoor behind me slammed shut.
The stool creaked as she slowly sat up and opened her mouth. A green mist poured from it, coiling over the floor in thick tendrils, hissing like thousands of snakes.
Unlike the Minotaur, its presence didn't feel evil. It was different: ancient, powerful, and definitely not human. But there was no killing intent behind it.
Inside my head, I heard a voice, slithering into one ear and coiling around my brain:
"I am the spirit of Delphi, speaker of the prophecies of Phoebus Apollo, Slayer of the mighty Python. Approach, seeker, and ask."
I slowly moved towards the figure. "What's my destiny?"
The mist swirled more thickly as the oracle looked into my eyes, and recited in her raspy voice:
"You shall go west and face the god who has turned
You shall find what was stolen and see it safely returned
You will be betrayed by one who calls you a friend
And you shall fail to make the righteous choice in the end."
The mist began to dissolve and coiled into a huge green serpent, slithering back into the Oracle's mouth.
She stopped moving, and the attic was silent again.
"Can I ask something else?" My voice echoed in the the room.
Nothing happened.
As expected, I can't talk or discuss anything with her in her current state. She wasn't alive. It was just a corpse possessed by a spirit whose only purpose was to issue a prophecy, nothing more.
As for the prophecy, it was cryptic but not impossible to understand or predict. I already had a few interpretations in mind for the first three lines.
What slightly bothered me was........
The righteous choice, huh? I wonder what that could mean.......
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The Unusual Half-Blood
FanfictionCOTE/ Ayanokoji x Percy Jackson series. What happens when an unusual demigod, with a cryptic background reaches camp Half-Blood? How will it affect the fate of other heroes and the 1st Great prophecy? (P.S. Percy won't be in this story) Disclaimer: ...
