The Prophecy

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All eyes turned to Apollo. Apollo put his hands together. "Ooo, this'll be fun. I'm thinking a poem, or better yet a haiku." Apollo opened his mouth to start.

"NO!" All the demigods protested at once. Apollo looked at them shocked and confused.

"Please lord Apollo," Annabeth pleaded. "Just a normal prophecy will do."

Apollo pouted. "You guys are no fun. But very well. This is your prophecy.

Poseidon's daughter will race to the stone,
To regain her powers and get back home,
Against Hecate's son whom will never rest,
Until he has the stone and is at his best,
Hermes son can stop him though,
As two brothers fight in the glow,
When the clock resets you will know,
Athena's daughter in the tombs."

All the demigods were confused. "That made no sense!" Alex complained.

"It's a prophecy," Delta stated. "They never make sense."

"You have your prophecy," Zeus spoke. "Now leave and begin your quest."

They all got back on their pegasi and took off.

While flying back to camp Delta yelled over the wind, "Are you sure you want to do this?! It'll be dangerous!"

"Delta, dangerous is our life story!" Leo shouted back. "We got you!"

"We've gotta discuss that prophecy though!" Jason demanded.

"Yeah, it made no sense!" Alex agreed.

"It's okay!" Annabeth assured. "I have a few theories."

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