𝐓𝐡𝐞 "𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭" 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨

Breaking Point

||~Annabeth~||
I sit beside Percy in the Big House, holding his hand tightly. His eyes are slightly red and puffy after hours and hours of crying.
Chiron is trotting around worriedly. He looks at all of us, mainly Rachel. "So, we have a new prophecy?" I nod, "Yes. Unfortunately."

"Repeat it to me again?" Mr. D says, swirling his Coca-Cola in a wine glass. Probably to trick himself into thinking it's wine.

"In shadows deep where old powers scheme,

The Son of the Sea God will lose his dream.
The Sky shall arrive, the Earth shall quake,
and Father of Time shall seize and take.
Bound by their might in a grim embrace,
The Hero will vanish without a trace.
From earth and stone, his fate entwined,
In darkness and time, his hope confined." Rachel repeats, worry etched onto her face.

"Of course it's about Peter Johnson." Mr. D groans.

One minute, Percy was quiet. Next, he's standing and yelling, "My name is Percy Jackson!" I look up at him, frowning. Mr. D's eyes narrow to a point as he glares at Percy.

He doesn't back down.

"Hey, I helped you fix whatever the fuck was wrong with that head of yours, alright? You should be thanking me." Mr. D hisses, drinking out of his wine glass.

Percy laughs, running his hand through his hair, "Fix? You didn't do jackshit! All you did was make me relive painful fucking memories then told me it was all for nothing because whatever the fuck is in my head is too strong!"

Chiron frowns, "Percy, please sit and calm down." His gaze snaps to Chiron, "I-"

"He will sit down, sir!" Grover bleats nervously, pulling Percy onto the couch by his hand. Both Mr. D and Percy are staring at each other, both power and fury radiating off of them.
I tug Percy's hand slightly. He looks at me, his black eyes a raging storm.

Shaking my head, I squeeze his hand gently to reassure him silently. His eyes soften, and they return to their natural, beautiful sea-green eyes.

"This prophecy is... rather concerning." Chiron begins, brows furrowed. He looks at all of us, "Earth, Sky, and Father of Time."

"Obviously, Earth is Gaea and Father of Time is Kronos." Piper says, "So who could Sky be?" Percy stares at his dirty shoes, "Ouranos. Primordial of the Sky." He answers, his eyes widening slightly.
My eyes widen as well, then the realization dawns on me. "What if Ouranos is the one talking to you in your head?" I say.

Percy looks at me, eyes vacant of surprise or curiosity at the statement. "He is."

||~Percy~||
You heard what the Prophecy said, yes?

Suddenly, everything goes black and now, I'm in front of a large, pearl white man. He has clouds around him, and several eyes on his face. Light blue clashes with the white of his skin. He has two pairs of arms, one on his shoulders and another on his torso.
To put it short, he looks both majestic and down-right terrifying with how giant he is. At least forty or fifty feet tall.

Hello, Perseus.

"Who are you?" I manage to say through my shock, "And where am I? Why is it so dark here?" I look around. He laughs, the sound echoing.

You are in your mind, Little Hero.

My eyes widen when I take in the fragments scattered across what is, apparently, my mind. "What are these?" I ask, picking up a glass shard. It's my favorite shade of blue. The small shard is reflecting not my face, but... Luke.

"If you twist your wrist like that, Percy, you'll sprain it during battle." Luke instructed me. "The key is to thrust your sword up, then you twist it." He demonstrated, and I made a soft 'ohh' to show my understanding.