𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 • 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘯

Circe's Island

A/N: Sorry I accidentally pressed publish!

Y/n Pov:

Percy shifted, waking up. I went over to him.

"Rest," I said. "You're going to need it." 

"Tyson...?" 

I shook my head. "Percy, I'm sorry." 

We were silent while the waves tossed us up and down. 

"He may have survived," I said halfheartedly. "I mean, fire can't kill him."

Waves lapped at the boat. Annabeth showed him some things we'd salvaged from the wreckage—Hermes's thermos (now empty), a Ziploc bag full of ambrosia, a couple of sailors' shirts, and a bottle of Dr Pepper. We'd fished Percy out of the water and found his knapsack, bitten in half by Scylla's teeth. Most of my stuff had floated away, but we still had Hermes's bottle of multivitamins, and of course, I had my ring, Annabeth had her knife and Percy had Riptide.

We sailed for hours. Now that we were in the Sea of Monsters, the water glittered a more brilliant green, like Hydra acid. The wind smelled fresh and salty, but it carried a strange metallic scent, too—as if a thunderstorm were coming. Or something even more dangerous. Percy knew what direction we needed to go. 

No matter which way we turned, the sun seemed to shine straight into my eyes. We took turns sipping from Dr Pepper, shading ourselves with the sail as best we could. And we talked about Percy's latest dream of Grover. 

I estimated we had less than twenty-four hours to find Grover, assuming Percy's dream was accurate and assuming the Cyclops Polyphemus didn't change his mind and try to marry Grover earlier. 

"Yeah," Percy said bitterly. "You can never trust a Cyclops." 

I stared across the water. "I'm sorry, Percy. I was wrong about Tyson, okay? I wish I could tell him that. I wish I didn't judge him. I don't know why I did. He saved my life. He saved your life. I guess I was too blinded by the past." I muttered the last sentence. 

I looked down at our measly possessions—the empty wind thermos, the bottle of multivitamins. I thought about Luke's look of rage when I'd tried to talk to him about his dad. 

"Y/n, what's Chiron's prophecy?" asked Percy.

I pursed my lips. "Percy, I shouldn't—" 

"I know Chiron promised the gods he wouldn't tell me. But you didn't promise, did you?" 

"I was ordered not to speak of it." 

"Since when do you follow orders?" 

"I - every time heroes learn the future, they try to change it, and it never works." 

"The gods are worried about something I'll do when I get older," Percy guessed. "Something when I turn sixteen." 

I played with my ring. "Percy, I don't know the full prophecy, but it warns about a half-blood child of the Big Three—the next one who lives to the age of sixteen. That's the real reason Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades swore a pact after World War II not to have any more kids. The next child of the Big Three who reaches sixteen will be a dangerous weapon." 

"Why?" 

"Because that hero will decide the fate of Olympus. He or she will decide that either saves the Age of the Gods or destroys it." 

Percy let that sink in. "That's why Kronos didn't kill me last summer." 

I nodded. "You could be very useful to him. If he can get you on his side, the gods will be in serious trouble."