Of Gods and Monsters
written by [offline]Rowan Blackthorn
Evie has always been... different. She's seen weird things, and doesn't know what to make of them; but it all changes when she gets attacked and is helped out of danger by an unlikely savior. (Percy Jackson fan fic)
Last Updated
05/31/21
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The prophecy
Chapter 20
I looked in Chiron in surprise. Had he overheard me talking to Jake? Or had he simply read my mind? I had long since suspected that Chiron was capable of doing that.
Everybody turned their heads around to look at me, and I gulped. “Okay, Chiron,” I said, standing up. “What do I need to do?”
He looked at me, probably slightly surprised that I had accepted it so quickly. “You must get a prophecy.”
I stood up, and Chiron brought me to a cave, the entrance of which was covered with velvet curtains. There were torches on either side, and bones and old swords were strewn on the ground in front of it. I had passed by this cave a couple times during my time at camp, but I had never paid much attention to it. But now, I had a reason to. Chiron gestured for me to enter the cave, and gave me what was probably meant to be a reassuring smile; but it didn’t really help.
The cave looked surprisingly comfy on the inside. On a three legged stool next to a small table sat a red headed girl. She looked a lot older than me; she was maybe 19, when I was 14. She looked up, and a slight frown appeared on her face; but it was quickly replaced by a grin.
“Hey!” she said. “I’m Rachel. You’re… Evie, right? ‘The one unclaimed’?”
“Yeah,” I said quietly. I honestly just wanted to get my prophecy and get out of there. I wondered why Rachel had frowned when she had seen me at first, but didn’t dwell on it.
Rachel was about to say something; but then, she stiffened, and her eyes turned green. She opened her mouth, and a green smoke came out of it to surround me. A voice, a lot more ancient than Rachel’s, began chanting:
“The child of death shall lead the quest
With her two companions she will head west.
They must retrieve the hero’s blade
Before the one of power completes his raid
Twelve trials she'll face, before the final test
After which her newfound home may be forever at rest
If from each task she does return,
The help of the gods she shall then earn.”
The green smoke disappeared, and Rachel went limp. She stumbled over to the stool and sat down. I stood there, unsure what to do; my first instinct was to grab a piece of paper and write down the words of the prophecy, but for some reason, they were already burned into my brain. It would take a lot for me to forget them.
I walked over to Rachel to make sure that she was okay, but she waved me away. “I’ll be fine,” she said. “It’s just a little overwhelming. You should go tell everyone else the prophecy though.” She frowned. “The oracle did give you a prophecy, right? I blank out when it happens, so I don’t know anything that happens.”
“Yeah, you gave me a prophecy,” I said. If Rachel hadn’t heard the prophecy… that meant I could substitute ‘The child of death’ with ‘The one unclaimed’. It wouldn’t change the rhythm, and I felt that I still wasn’t ready to tell everyone about my parentage.
I took a deep breath, then walked out of the cave.
Everybody turned their heads around to look at me, and I gulped. “Okay, Chiron,” I said, standing up. “What do I need to do?”
He looked at me, probably slightly surprised that I had accepted it so quickly. “You must get a prophecy.”
I stood up, and Chiron brought me to a cave, the entrance of which was covered with velvet curtains. There were torches on either side, and bones and old swords were strewn on the ground in front of it. I had passed by this cave a couple times during my time at camp, but I had never paid much attention to it. But now, I had a reason to. Chiron gestured for me to enter the cave, and gave me what was probably meant to be a reassuring smile; but it didn’t really help.
The cave looked surprisingly comfy on the inside. On a three legged stool next to a small table sat a red headed girl. She looked a lot older than me; she was maybe 19, when I was 14. She looked up, and a slight frown appeared on her face; but it was quickly replaced by a grin.
“Hey!” she said. “I’m Rachel. You’re… Evie, right? ‘The one unclaimed’?”
“Yeah,” I said quietly. I honestly just wanted to get my prophecy and get out of there. I wondered why Rachel had frowned when she had seen me at first, but didn’t dwell on it.
Rachel was about to say something; but then, she stiffened, and her eyes turned green. She opened her mouth, and a green smoke came out of it to surround me. A voice, a lot more ancient than Rachel’s, began chanting:
“The child of death shall lead the quest
With her two companions she will head west.
They must retrieve the hero’s blade
Before the one of power completes his raid
Twelve trials she'll face, before the final test
After which her newfound home may be forever at rest
If from each task she does return,
The help of the gods she shall then earn.”
The green smoke disappeared, and Rachel went limp. She stumbled over to the stool and sat down. I stood there, unsure what to do; my first instinct was to grab a piece of paper and write down the words of the prophecy, but for some reason, they were already burned into my brain. It would take a lot for me to forget them.
I walked over to Rachel to make sure that she was okay, but she waved me away. “I’ll be fine,” she said. “It’s just a little overwhelming. You should go tell everyone else the prophecy though.” She frowned. “The oracle did give you a prophecy, right? I blank out when it happens, so I don’t know anything that happens.”
“Yeah, you gave me a prophecy,” I said. If Rachel hadn’t heard the prophecy… that meant I could substitute ‘The child of death’ with ‘The one unclaimed’. It wouldn’t change the rhythm, and I felt that I still wasn’t ready to tell everyone about my parentage.
I took a deep breath, then walked out of the cave.
