take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die, i don't belong
𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 a mortal girl is thrown
into the godly world and forced to
save everyone before its too late.
[ percy jackson x oc ]
[ percy jackson & the olympians ]
[ the ligh...
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The ride to Camp Half-Blood was silent. Bianca and the Hunters sat in the far back of the van, while Nico sat in the passenger seat next to Apollo. Annabeth, Percy, Thalia, and Grover sat in the middle, whispering about the new prophecy they had just learned about.
"I mean, do you really think it's about her?" Grover asked. He was sitting next to the window, so in order for him to whisper and still have his friends hear him, he had to lean across Percy.
"Who else would it be about?" Thalia retorted. She was also next to the window, so she had to reach her body across Annabeth in order to be heard. "It's quite specifically says, 'the daughter of sun'."
"Well there are many girls that have Apollo as their father. And Marlowe is only an adoptive child. Maybe the prophecy means a biological one," he suggested.
Percy wanted to believe that was the answer, but when he looked at Annabeth's paling face, he knew it was too good to be true. His girlfriend was the chosen one of a fateful prophecy and there was nothing he could do to help her.
Grover and Thalia continued harshly whispering to each other, one talking with their emotions and the other thinking logically. It tore Percy apart to listen to, so he looked over at Annabeth and asked, "How long have you known about the prophecy?"
Annabeth shrugged, blinking back tears. "A long time. Way before you two even came to camp. I thought maybe it could be someone else. I was hoping it would be someone else. But now... now I know for sure," she said, her brows furrowing.
"...How?"
"Marlowe has always been different than us," Annabeth said. She saw Percy sit stiffer, more defensive, making her hold her hand up before he said anything. "I don't mean in a bad way, I'm just stating that her knowledge of the future caused a target to be on her back no matter where she went. It was only a matter of time before something went wrong and he finally caught her."
Percy was even more confused now."He?"
Annabeth paused, her face softening. "Do you really not know?" she asked, feeling sorry that he had been left out of so much crucial information. When she saw Percy shake his head, she said, "Kronos. He needs Marlowe in order to win the war. She's the missing piece to his puzzle."
A fire burned within Percy's chest. What did he have to do in order to catch a break from the gods and their life threatening prophecies? He glanced over Grover's back and out the window, watching as Camp Half-Blood came into view. He could see the valley, the woods, the beach, and even the dining pavilion and cabins and the amphitheater.
It was his home away from home, but everything would feel empty without Marlowe there. Percy reached for the macaroni bracelet on his wrist and started messing around with it as tears formed in his eyes.
Maybe he had been in shock for too long for things to really process, but upon seeing the Apollo cabin from the sky, he realized that Marlowe was truly gone. Part of him just wanted to stay in the van while the rest of his friends got out and demand that they search for Marlowe that instant, but he wouldn't even know where to start. Marlowe would have known. She always had the answers for everything.
