Percy Jackson was tossed out of Camp Half-Blood after being cheated on, and betrayed by all. No one believed he was innocent. Not a single being. No one.
Not even his father. Sally and Paul were dead, supposedly murdered by him. So the gods voted to...
"So you're telling me that you predicted all of this as a joke, and it still happened?" I asked, dumbfounded. I was sitting on a stool in my cave, facing a tried looking Percy Jackson.
"Yup." He said meekly. I inhaled sharply.
"Wow." I chuckled weakly. "You really should be the Oracle." I joked. Percy cracked a small smile.
"I think the job suits you better. But seriously, Rachel, what does this mean? It's pretty clear now that he and I are both the reborn, and that we both are going to suffer." Percy said, running a hand through his already messy hair.
"Percy, I don't know what to say. I'm not seeing anything right now. But I can almost sense that you're right. Remember when I told you that you weren't going to be the hero? You still aren't. The decisions of this war are made by you, but you aren't the real hero here. I can't tell who it will be, maybe there won't be a hero. But I do know that if we don't win this war, the world is going to change forever. And nothing will ever be the same again."
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:|Artemis' POV|:
As soon as Thalia finished explaining to me the prophecy, and the Hermes spawn's sudden appearance, my hands balled into fists and I stomped to the door.
"Absolutely not. You are not going on this quest, Lieutenant Grace, and neither is Percy, but I'll deal with him later." I barked. Thalia's eyes narrowed and she flinched at the use of her disliked last name.
"Don't call me that, Lady Artemis." She spat. Normally, I would've blasted anyone else to smithereens if they'd talked to me with that tone, but it was Thalia.
"I will call you what I wish, Lieutenant Grace. Don't forget who the goddess is here." I growled. Thalia looked shocked. Then she sneered.
"Well, I thought you were different, Artemis." She paused. "But I guess I was wrong. You're just as egocentric as the other Olympians." Thalia said. A wave of pain shot through my heart.
"No, I didn't mean it like that! Thalia! Wait!" I cried, as she pushed me aside and strode out the door, leaving behind her bow and quiver.
"Yeah right, Lady Artemis. You totally didn't mean it like that. You don't even believe in me, that's why you won't let me go on this quest. You don't have any faith in me! You've been paranoid since Zoë died, you won't let the Hunt do anything relatively dangerous!" Thalia yelled over her shoulder. I fell to the wall, clutching it for support. She was right. I was paranoid.
"It's because I can't loose another huntress!" I shouted after her retreating form. My voice cracked on the last few words. I couldn't. It was true. I wouldn't be able to bear the guilt. The guilt of knowing I could've prevented the death.
