Wildflowers, Percy Jackson ₁

020, odds are NOT in her favor

CHAPTER TWENTY

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So Sylvie was freaking out.

Again.

Like usual.

Sue her. This time it was very warranted.

It wasn't every day that the Oracle came out of the attic to directly tell someone a prophecy, and it wasn't all that common for these prophecies to directly mention half-bloods from a specific cabin in the lines. Sylvie was also absolutely positive that when these prophecies were spoken, the green mist didn't swirl around a person who wasn't receiving the prophecy.

All of these things had just happened, by the way.

Sylvie was about ready to run back to her cabin and have an all-out panic attack, but she simply couldn't. Miranda and Cedar had found her, sounding terrified of what they heard, and it occurred to Sylvie then that everyone had been too focused on the Oracle. They missed the mist surrounding Sylvie.

She couldn't stand the look of fear on her siblings' faces. So despite the rapid beating of her own heart, she took them back to the cabin and assured them everything would be fine. Sylvie wasn't going to let anything happen to them. She didn't have anyone to do the same thing for her, but Sylvie was starting to realize that fate came naturally when you were in charge.

A part of her hated it, but then she felt so childish for thinking that way. It was like Luke taunting her for being Little Sylv again. She was just Little Sylv who couldn't even handle a few rhyming lines—she was that weak child again, desperate for a hug from anyone who would give comfort to her, and only her big sister being available.

Eurydice wasn't here right now. Sylvie needed to grow the fuck up.

Another part of currently being the oldest in her cabin meant that Sylvie was Demeter's head counselor. Sylvie had been aware of this for the past two weeks she was forced into the role, but it never really hit her. Not until Chiron called a council of cabin leaders to discuss the prophecy. Unfortunately, that included Sylvie now.

The council was held around a Ping-Pong table in the rec room. Dionysus waved his hand and supplied snacks: Cheez Whiz, crackers, and several bottles of red wine. Then Chiron reminded him that wine was against his restrictions and most of them were underage. Mr. D sighed. With a snap of his fingers, the wine turned to Diet Coke. Nobody drank that either.

Mr. D and Chiron (in wheelchair form) sat at one end of the table. Zoë and Bianca (who had kind of become Zoë's personal assistant) took the other end. Percy, Thalia, Grover, Silena, and Beckendorf sat along the right, and the other head councilors—Sylvie, the Stoll brothers, and Castor and Pollux—sat on the left. The Apollo cabin was too busy healing people after the game. The Ares kids were supposed to send a representative, too, but all of them had gotten broken limbs (accidentally) during capture the flag, courtesy of the Hunters. They were resting up in the infirmary with aforementioned Apollo kids.