The Corruption of the Third World (DISCONTINUED)

CHAPTER EIGHT: THE PROPHECY OF CHAOS

That's a good image of chaos, right? The one above?lets get to the story!

Previously:

              Suddenly, Rachel stood up from the head table.  Immediately everyone was shaken out of their trance of horror and shock, and turned to the Oracle of Delphi.
              Rachel's eyes turned green, and shiny green mist swirled around her.
Flashback over, now let's get back to the present.

Percy POV:
    
        When Rachel stood up, I thought that she was going to give an inspiring speech about how we can get Nico and Reyna back.
        But no. She had to deliver the next great prophecy.
       Rachel dare opened her mouth, and a voice that sounded nothing like her usual, bubbly happy voice.

"Chaos rises from the great beyond,
And of the world,he is not fond.
Two demigods go
To grasp an alliance that could be the foe;
And if they fail, Chaos shall raze,
The home where the gods graze;
The children of darkness and war,
Shall try to save the world by far;
Then the savior of Olympus again,
Makes a choice to determine,
If the world will meet its end."
       Rachel collapsed to the floor, limp and unconscious.
       The first to speak was Leo. "What was that!? I thought we were supposedly done with wars!" The exasperated look on his voice almost made me laugh, but I knew that it would make me sound like a madman. So I suppressed it.
        Chiron's voice was low, scratchy, and grave. "My friend, that was the....the next great prophecy. Now, everyone will go throughout the day as though if nothing peculiar had happened. Counselors, come into the big house for a meeting in thirty minutes. Do you all understand?"
        The campers were deadly silent. Then Clarisse La Rue nodded and said in a quiet, but loud enough for Chiron to hear, whisper, "Yes sir. See you there."
       The rest of the seven and I just pushed our plates away from ourselves and went to the Poseidon cabin, cabin three.
      I walked inside, and sat on my bunk. Annabeth plopped down beside me and put her head on my shoulder. "You know, Percy, that just because of one line in an ominous prophecy, does not mean that the fate of the world rests on your shoulders. You know that, right?" I didn't answer,just kept on staring at the wall in front of me and internally screaming.
       No! Not again, not again, not again! Aaarrrggghhh! Why is it always me? Why do I have such a great destiny!? JUST ONCE, MAYBE IT COULD BE POSSIBLE THAT I CAN JUST SIT BACK AND RELAX IN MY MOM'S APARTMENT AND WATCH SOME TV!  Whoa....when was the last time that I got so angry at the world? Oh my gods, I just need one chill day. JUST ONE. I.....oh no. Chaos is getting to me, making my mind a jumble of....well, Chaos. I—
       Hey, you okay, seaweed brain? You're shaking and you have a Chaotic glint in your eye.....oh gods.... he's getting to you, isn't he? Oh no, we have to tell Chiron. If he's getting in your head, then...I....oh gods. Percy, stay calm, block it out, lets go to the meeting.

Annabeth POV:

       This is bad. If Chaos takes control of Percy,getting his thoughts converted to negative, angry,chaotic instead of his usual happy-go-lucky personality, then how will he save the world again? How will he live with them driving him crazy? How can-
       I was jerked out of my thoughts at the feeling of Percy's hand slipping out of mine. I turned to him. Curled on the ground a few feet away from me,clutching his head, was Percy Jackson.
       "Percy! Percy, come on! Don't let him get to you! Don—" I was yet again cut off by seeing movement from Percy.
       He abruptly stopped rolling in the dirt, stopped clutching his head for dear life. He slowly tilted his head up at me.
       Then I saw it.
       His eyes.
      Percy's eyes were no longer the light, sea green color that, whenever I looked into them, I saw a lazy sea with ripples for waves as the sun beat down on it. As I saw his eyes now, they weren't even the dark sea green color that looked just like an unforgiving ocean in the middle of a hurricane, with waves so big and brutal that they could take out any ship in the matter of minutes.
       They were black.
       The normally white par of the human eye wasn't even white. They were just two unforgiving black holes with a white pupil. A. WHITE. FREAKING. PUPIL.
        I stumbled back, gasping, at a loss for words. Maybe if I run to the big house, keep him on my trail...... yes. Good plan. G-good.
         Percy's voice was not his own. It was dark, and seemed to send out a shockwave of electricity and..... and chaos with every word that he spoke. The voice was raspy, but scary and seemed to echo around the camp. "Don't even think about running for help, W-Wise...Girl..." at the words 'Wise Girl', Percy gripped his head again and screamed.
       I knew this. He's fighting him, fighting whatever dark presence is manipulating his mind. I pulled out my drakon-bone dagger and cautiously approached Percy.
      Then, I thought better of it.
      I sprinted with all of my energy the couple hundred yards that were between me and the big house.