The War of the Stories

The Prophecy

*Cade's POV*

I was so shocked and confused when I found my friends here, of all places. To be honest, I almost expected that they were dead by this point.

But I swear, I am definitely going to get revenge on Bellatrix and whoever that hooded figure was for killing Matthias. I’d known him since Kindergarten, so his death isn’t going to pass by me.

Hermione waved her hand over the image, and it faded away. 

I really don’t think showing them that was the best idea. I thought to her.

Well, they needed to know somehow!  Are you really going to keep something like that from them? She thought back.

Okay, okay. Maybe not the best time? Paris passed out, Elijah fled the room, Angelyn’s in shock, and I can tell that Nionnien is pretty disturbed.

Mhm.

“Um… Will you help us in this war?” Hermione said.

Percy looked at Annabeth for affirmation, then turned to us. “Yes, we will.”

I cheered inwardly.

There was light conversation as we waited for Paris to come to, and Elijah to return to the room.

“Okay, Hermione and I-“ I started to say.

I was interrupted by a girl with red hair walking in. She paused for a moment. “What’s going on?” She asked.

Hermione explained it to her, and she nodded in understanding.

“Okay. Hermione, Cade. Welcome to Camp Halfblood.” She smiled. “I’m Rachael Elizabeth Dare, the Oracle.”

“Nice to meet you Rachael.” I said.

“You know, I’d-” she began to say, but then her eyes rolled back and green smoke billowed out of her mouth.

"EVIL STANDS UNITED, AS GOOD MUST TOO. FIVE BECOMES FOUR AND FOUR BECOMES THREE. A FIERCE BATTLE WILL BE WAGED BETWEEN LIGHT AND DARK AND ONLY WITH THE DEATH OF A HERO WILL ONE PREVAIL.” Rachael chanted in an odd voice.

Rachel crumpled to the floor. A few demigods let to attention, and carried her out of the room.

Was that a prophecy? Seems like it. Death of a hero… Not sure who that could be, but someone crucial in the battle is going to die. And the five becomes four and four becomes three part must refer to people we meet in the future. So… that means there will definitely be three more deaths. Will we know them? How much more tragedy can we stand?

Hermione talked to me in my mind so we would not disturb everyone else. We need to hurry up with alerting everyone, Dumbledore was correct in this gathering of villains being important. I think that a prophecy makes it even more crucial…

Definitely. I agreed. But how do we deal with my friends? 

We’re going to have to trust that the people here will look after them. We don't have the time or resources to bring four extra people with us.

I guess you have a point... It just makes me uneasy, leaving them so soon after we found them.

Cade, we don’t have any other choice.

Alright Hermione. I’ll let them know that we have choice but to leave them here.

I turned to my friends. ”Okay… this sucks, but… Hermione and I have to leave now. That prophecy made everything a lot more urgent.”

“And why can’t you bring us with you?” Nionnien demanded.

“We just don’t have the time or resources…”

“Unneeded luggage, huh?” Paris asked. “It’s fine, I get it. I just hate that you both have to leave right after we meet you.”

“I couldn’t agree more. I wish that we could bring the four of you with us, but we just can’t.”

“Couldn’t you at least take us home?” Elijah asked.

“Across the country? Hermione and I’s magic isn’t strong enough for the six of us. I’m sorry.”

“Okay. Go then. Go out and save the world, do whatever you need to do. We’ll be waiting.” Angelyn smiled.

“Thank you, Angelyn.” 

I nodded, then moved over to Hermione.

“Ready to go?” She asked.

“One moment.” I responded.

I approached Percy, Annabeth, and Chiron. “I know this is a lot to ask, but could you three watch over them?” I asked, gesturing towards my friends.

“We can, but only for a week or two.” Chiron replied.

“Okay, thanks. I think a train should arrive for your group by that time, so take them with you when that time comes.”

“Of course.”

I returned to Hermione. “Okay, time to go.”

We walked slowly out of the room, and at the doorway, I stopped and turned around to look back at my friends. They’d moved chairs so they could all face each other, and we’re talking, and occasionally laughing, almost as if nothing had changed.

As I stared at them, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible was going to happen, and I’d never see that sight again.