A Prophecy of Two Boys

Chapter 65

Hi all! This unfortunately isn't as long as some of my chapters so sorry about that but... its an update :)

My month from hell last September kind of turned into the autumn term from hell which fed into January mocks and finalising university applications and then actual exams so I apologise for disappearing for such a long time :/ However a massive thank you to everyone for still reading my story.

My exam results are released tomorrow so today I'm spending writing chapters and watching bad t.v. shows to not think about them :P Good luck to anyone else receiving their a-level results tomorrow!

Enjoy :)

Chapter 65

Harry's Point of View

Luke had taken up occupation in the ship's captain's room. What had happened to the original ship's captain was something that we absolutely refused to think about. Whoever he was though, he must have had an interesting taste in decor. ('Or her.' Percy added, 'let's not discriminate.') The large wall-sized window overlooking the back of the ship was bordered with red and gold patterned curtains. Actually, pretty much everything from the double bed to the sofa to the desk to the rug was painted in Gryffindor colours. I squinted at the gold box in the corner, and shuddered.

'Is that a sarcophagus?'

Percy send me a mental nod. 'Is he a vampire? Does he sleep in it do you think?'

I sniggered. The mythology was all wrong, but the idea of the perfect traitor son of Hermes sleeping in a sarcophagus was certainly amusing. Of course, the luxurious double bed suggested that Luke didn't actually sleep in the sarcophagus. Which probably meant it had more sinister uses. I shivered. Nope. Not going there. Dead things were icky.

Alyssa, who had hidden inside our Camp Half-blood top when we had ridden the hippocampi and since fallen asleep, stirred and tasted the air. She slithered around under our shirt before peeking her head out. Luke's wide-eyed gaze of not-quite horror at the sight of shrunken basilisk poking her head out the neck of our shirt made us giggle.

$Say hello, Alyssa.$ I hissed at her, the sibilant sounds filling the silent room. $Meet Luke, the guy who betrayed us last summer.$

Alyssa hissed dangerously, venom forming on her fangs. Luke flashed us a disarming smile.

"Calm down, Harry, Percy. We aren't trying to hurt you here. We simply need you out of the way for a little while." Luke's honey-toned voice fell upon closed ears. Annabeth and Luna turned an interesting pink, glowering at Luke as they struggled against the huge bears holding us captive.

"Don't you dare!" Luna shouted. "You expect us to sit around and do nothing while everyone at the camp is slaughtered?! While Thalia's tree dies?! Go to Tartarus, you heartless cur!"

Luke's blue eyes hardened. "I dare? You dare, Annabeth Chase! You accuse me of blighting her memory? You're travelling with a cyclops for Kronos' sake! Could you possibly betray her more?"

Tyson's cow-brown eye watered. I highly doubted he understood what was being said anymore that we did, but the slight against him for being a monster was impossible to miss. We narrowed our eyes.

'Brother, I don't like him.' Percy muttered. 'I didn't like him before, but I especially don't like him now. Talking to Luna and Annabeth like they disgust him. Has he seen the company he's been clearly staying in recently?'