The Next Generation

Fingers of ice,
One that can raise the expense,
Shifter of lands,
The son of rivalry and defence,
Will share a friendship with the curls of fire who wakes the dead.

A soldier's namesake,
The girl who pierces the night,
Eyes that shift with every gaze
The raised by arts and weaver of light
Will defeat the darkness that holds whom they love.

The dead's ruler seeks a new throne
Will use the heart of olympus to open the gate.
If the lightning king's throne will become torn,
Death on Olympus will be the only fate.
Hestia's hearth will be wielded once again.

When the moon is shrouded,
Hence the darkest night
The ritual will be performed
Where the heart of Olympus will burn bright
Unless Demigods will unite under call of distress

Nine demigods go on a quest, so the evil won't destroy Olympus.