The End of Everything

Prophecy

Thia's POV

The morning seemed to come too early as the sun peeked through the cabin windows much to my disliking. Dread seemed to follow the sunlight inside and I had a feeling I wouldn't like the day ahead. It was one of those things you couldn't help but notice. Not when your instincts were just screaming at you that things weren't going to be as pleasant as they normally were.

Then again, things hadn't exactly been pleasant as of late so how much worse could it get? It took a great amount of mental energy before I even opened my eyes to face the world but once I was awake there was no going back. It was like a switch flipped on in my head. I was awake, I had a lot of energy, and I needed something to do.

Sitting up I rubbed my eyes which were still heavy lidded from sleep and managed to stumble my way out of the top bunk and down the ladder in one piece. The first sign that things might have been a little off was the fact that I was the first one up.

Both my moms were still asleep, granted it was cute seeing them curled up in each other's arms, but I never ever got up before them. It was like some sort of unspoken ancient law: Thia was not to be up first. Deciding not to wake them I tried my best to be quiet getting dressed and trying to tame my bed head.

Once I figured I was at least semi presentable I steeled myself for the bright world that waited outside. Grudgingly, I slunk out the door squinting until my eyes were nearly shut to avoid being blind from Apollo's sun.

A few campers who were the early risers of their cabins were milling about, but for the most part things were quiet. It was kind of nice, if you listened closely you could hear the sounds of the woods or the running water of the showers. A pleasant harmony of background noises.

Stretching my arms above my head and sighing as my shoulders popped I set off to explore. I wasn't quite sure where I was going but I figured I'd eventually run into a familiar face.

Sure enough I spotted Jaxon in the arena holding a sword in a tight grip while Uncle Jason showed him a new technique. I'd never been one too into sword fighting or mastering a weapon. I figured my fists worked relatively fine but that didn't do good against monsters.

"Hey Thia," Jaxon waved, smiling like always.

"I see you got started on some early morning training." Skipping over I paused bouncing on the balls of my feet.

"Wanna join?" Jaxon offered.

"Nah I'm good. Not into the whole slashy slash thing." I pretended to wave around an invisible sword earning an amused look from my uncle.

"Slashy slash thing?" He asked, raising his eyebrows over his glasses. "You sound horribly like Percy."

"He has good taste," I smiled. "He once told me the difference between Greek style and Roman style fighting was that romans did stabby things and Greeks did slashy things."

"An expert analysis," Jaxon giggled. "Hey, isn't that your friend?"

Jaxon pointed to behind his dad where I spotted Andy examining the weapons racks. "Um yeah."

"He didn't seem too happy about being claimed." Jaxon frowned, scratching the back of his neck. Uncle Jason glanced over his shoulder to where Andy stood. I noticed that whatever blessing had been placed on him had yet to wear off. The outfit was still in place and he kept tugging at it awkwardly.