The Prophecy
The Beginning
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Athens, Greece
I was staring down the goddess in front of me with my other friends, we are the 8 of the great prophecy. It was a long journey to get to this point, traveling back and forth from Camp Jupiter and Camp Half Blood. All the quests and hardships, not to mention Tartarus… We won't get into that right now. Taking a deep breath, I glance at Percy Jackson, the son of Poseidon and honorary leader of the Eight.
“We've got one shot at this guys, let's make this count!” Percy exclaimed, raising his sword into the air. He glanced around at the friends, old and new, around him and with those final words, we charged into battle with Gaea.
The battle wasn't a pretty one that was for sure, all around were monsters from the goddesses army attacking. Parry. Block. Slash. Dodge. Sweep. Thrust. These were the only thoughts on my mind while fighting, I knew I had to keep going the entire world was depending on us to put her back to sleep. I was so focused I didn't see the emposai coming from behind, nor Annabeth who took the hit for me.
“ANNABETH!” I cried out as I watched my oldest friend go down. Now I was mad- no, I was beyond mad, I was pissed.
I glanced at Percy who stared in shock as his girlfriend got hurt. Looking towards me he nodded, knowing what I was about to do.
“Nobody touches her! You shouldn't have done that.” I seethed at the monsters around. I could feel myself shaking and even with the sun out, it was like I was in the midst of eternal darkness. This was my element, my domain. I screamed as loud as I could as I raised my sword into the air, slamming it into the earth. Under my feet I could feel the ground rumbling and starting to see cracks forming. I was doing what I do best. Raising the dead.
Skeletons. Dozens and dozens of skeletons rose from the ground. All around me was an entire army at my disposal. That was exactly what I was going to do. I raised my sword towards the Earth goddess, I turned towards the dead.
“Attack.” That was all it took, a single word and the risen skeletons charged into battle with the rest of us.
Eight half-bloods shall answer the call,
To storm or fire the world must fall.
An oath to keep with a final breath,
And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death.
Daughter of darkness shall journey to the past,
For only she can, the ones who show her love at last.
Bending the will of the Moon and the Black,
The three together will save what their world lacks.