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I 05. I
𝑮𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒓𝒆
❝ hypnos ❞
THE TREK WAS QUIET. Jason seemed lost in his own thoughts. Truth be told, she was quite glad for that, it left her time to think. About everything, really. Percy was gone. Three new campers show up, and Chiron is holding something back—a prophecy. He had never done that before.
Somehow she knew this was connected to the prophecy Rachel had spouted last summer. The Prophecy of the Eight.
Eight half-bloods shall answer the call
She couldn't tell exactly who this eight were. But she knew she was one of them, and to the gods she hoped that Percy could catch a break and come home safely, and she could risk her life once more for the sake of the world.
To storm or fire, the world must fall
Zeus was storm. Fire... she wasn't sure. Ariadne couldn't tell which god it could be. Apollo, Hestia, Hades, there were too many options.
An oath to keep with a final breath And foes bears arms to the Doors of Death
Ariadne shivered at the thought of that line. Her heart wanted to leap from her chest at the thought of facing death again. She wanted to live peacefully and to find Percy, that was all that really mattered to her.
Daughter of the mind shall break her own And topple the earth from its throne
The girl could feel her legs shake. Along the way she would lose her own mind, something no child of Dionysus should face, and would cause the earth pain. Ariadne didn't feel necessarily pleasant about the line, nor what it mean for her in the end.
Her eyes adjusted to the landscape before her, one she had seen countless times in her last twelve years at camp. They headed toward a newer wing of cabins in the southwest corner of the green. Some were fancy, with glowing walls or blazing torches, but Cabin Fifteen was not so dramatic. It looked like an old-fashioned prairie house with mud walls and a rush roof. On the door hung a wreath of crimson flowers—red poppies.
It was Andrea's job to keep them alive whenever she was around. Annabeth, her girlfriend, stood on the porch while leaning against the railing.
"You think this is my parent's cabin?" Jason asked. Ariadne glanced over at the perplexed boy.
"No," Annabeth said. "This is the cabin for Hypnos, the god of sleep."
"Then why—"
"You've forgotten everything," she said. "If there's any god who can help us figure out memory loss, it's Hypnos."
