Chapter 39 (Joanne's POV)

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The necklace is the thing you seek,
That's guarded by the mortals weak,
Too keep our current king in power,
You must survive the final hour,
5 Demigods must embark on this quest,
Or the rebellion will never rest.

The demigod daughter of the god of war,
Will break one of the final laws,
And the pit is where you must go,
Or you'll be caught by the monster below.

The son of Death alone knows the way,
And you'll find enemies in the day,
In which a leader will be killed,
And a field will run red, with blood been spilled.

•Joanne Maynard, daughter of Apollo,
•Zach Soffros, as the prophecy said,
•Isabella Lewis, daughter of Nemesis,
•Jonathan Ray, son of Victoria,
•Travis Stoll, son of Hermes

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I looked at where Zach was pointing to.

"Damasen?!"

I looked at Travis, and he nodded. I ran off towards the Bane of Ares.

When I got there, I was out of breath.

"Damasen! I'm a friend of Percy's!"

He turned around to me immediately.

"Percy? Did he make it out?"

"He did. And he... Uh... Kinda took over Olympus."

Damasen blinked.

"Unexpected. And I have a question."

"Shoot."

"Have you seen Bob? AKA Iapetus?"

I shook my head.

"Sadly not. We've been on the lookout, but no luck. Weren't you destroyed by Tartarus?"

Damasen scratched his chin.

"Yes. I was. But there is a corner of Tartarus no-one goes to. Not even he himself looks there. I regenerated there. It was horrible, but I didn't see Bob."

I nodded, tears stinging my eyes.

"Do you have a clue how we get out?"

He nodded.

"Yes, but it is extremely dangerous. We have to go through the house of Nyx."

I sucked in a breath. Nyx was a primordial we would never beat on our own.

"Any other place?"

"We could look on the fields of Tartarus, but that would take centuries."

"We have to try."

"Wanna try escape with us?"

He nodded, seemingly happy.

"Sure."

I led the way over to where my friends sat.

Jonathan was the first one up.

"He's a giant! How can you bring him here!"

I snapped.

"If you had been listening in Camp Jupiter, then you would have known that Percy and Annabeth encountered a friendly giant. Of course, you've always preferred the battle than the strategies. If course. Your just too competitive. It shouldn't work out that way. you should care about both, like I do. But no. You took the hard path in life. You have to live with it. It's your fault.

This is Damasen, the giant born to kill Ares. Now shut your gob, and listen to what he has to say."

Jonathan really got on my nerves. Sometimes he was a leader figure, but mostly I did the leading. He was to inexperienced. So the Camp asked me to be promoted to Centurion and take his spot.

But... That means I might be the one to die in the prophecy. 'A field will run red with blood been spilled'.

Oh. That's bad. That means...

No. It doesn't mean that at all. I can't die anymore. I'm immortal. That's good. Still it makes me wonder.

Who on earth will die?

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Hi. But late ik, and a bit short. I wrote this at 2 AM, so... Sorry.

Also, if someone with experience in making covers is reading this, can they make me a cover for my assassin book?

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