Percy POV
"That's why I need a prophecy." I said after summarizing the last week's events.
"I'm so sorry, Percy." Said Rachel, on the verge of tears.
After recounting the whole thing I was crying myself, and with Rachel I wasn't ashamed of it.
"Rachel, don't worry about it. I was passed out for a week, only to find out I have to go back to Tartarus. You think you got a prophecy for me?" I asked.
"Sure... I'll try here." She said.
She sat up straight closed her eyes, and before we knew it, that creepy as fuck green smoke was coming from her mouth.
Olympus's Savior wanders alone,
Old grudges with no chance to atone,
The hidden God claims his heir,
A choice one must bear,
Never ending wars must wage
Because of one's hungry rage.
With that Rachel collapsed on the sofa. I sat there in shock. Who is the hidden God. What is this heir. Why the fuck is there always war? Why can't I have a gods damn vacation? I carried Rachel to her room, laid her down on her bed, and went back to camp. By the time I got to camp everything was a buzz. Campers were milling around, constantly talking to each other and point to me and whispering as I walked past. When someone says they're returning to hell, word gets around pretty quick. I can only imagine what it would be like if wizards existed with a school of their own. Do they have magic paper planes that fly around with notes, or what? Wizards? Nah... Dumb thought.
I went to my cabin and grabbed my swim suit, towel, and some coke and headed to the beach. I needed some time to myself to think. Once I got there the ocean was unnaturally calm. Thanks dad, you know just what I need sometimes. Then I noticed a figure already sitting on the beach. I recognized that tan skin, broad shoulders, muscular build, and khaki shorts anywhere.
"Dad, what are you doing here?" I asked him.
My father turned around and smiled at me. He looked like he did when I first met him. Mid-thirties with a minor goatee, and smile lines around his eyes.
"Percy my son. Come, sit. I can tell we have a lot to catch up about." he said.
As I sat down he grabbed a coke and opened it. I didn't really care, I brought 6 of them and no way was I gonna drink them all. Besides, it's my dad, I don't really wanna make him mad at me by denying him a coke. I like human form more than dolphin or whatever he'd turn me into. He let out a sigh after he sipped his coke, not exactly a happy sigh either.
"So, you're going back to Tartarus, eh?" Getting right to the point I guess.
"Yea, Apollo said the only cure for Annabeth he can think of is down there." I said.
"You're courage and faith for Annabeth is most admirable. That cannot be denied even by Zeus." Poseidon said, "Although your willingness to return to Tartarus could be mistaken for foolishness by many. Have you had an actual prophecy yet for this quest?"
"Yes, and as usual it makes no sense." I replied.
Well then, let's hear this nonsense." My dad said with a smile.
"Olympus's Savior wanders alone, Old grudges with no chance to atone, The hidden God claims his heir, A choice one must bear, Never ending wars must wage, Because of one's hungry rage."
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Percy Jackson: The Warrior of Chaos
FanfictionPercy Jackson has just turned 18 a few months earlier. He was in his senior year in high school. He and Annabeth were at gym class when his whole world turned upside down. How will he deal with the love, hate, anger, war, and a decision that will ef...
