Percy Jackson's Sister

A Prophecy? No thanks.

         Percy immediately tried getting up but looked like he was going to be sick.

       Annabeth rushed towards him. "Rest," she said. "You're going to need it."

     He asked about Tyson and she broke the news to him. Something just didn't sit right with me.

     Obviously the fact that Tyson had died to save our lives was a complete burden. Also the fact that Annabeth never made amends with him, even though I could tell she was genuinely sorry she never got the chance to. But something just didn't seem to hit.

     I've experienced loss, and denial is one of the effects, but this was different. I just couldn't shake the feeling that somewhere out there, Tyson was still breathing, even if it was barely. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but a nagging voice in my head would not let me be convinced of that.

     Percy clearly felt the opposite way. He looked very hurt and had completely given up hope that he could be alive, even when Annabeth offered the possibility.

    We continued to navigate the seas for hours. Sometimes Annabeth would turn to me for directions but mostly she turned to Percy. She told me to sit back for a bit since I had been helping her the whole time he was passed out, but just sitting there I felt useless. So I chimed in whenever Percy would zone out for a bit.

     The sun burned on as if it were purposely trying to shine just on us. We took turns sipping from a Dr. Pepper Annabeth had salvaged.

    Percy gave us a dream update. Apparently his satyr friend, Grover, was buying as much time as possible by pretending to be the Cyclops' bride. It didn't seem to be working out too well but at least he was still alive.

    Annabeth calculated that we had twenty four hours to get to Polyphemus' island, assuming Percy's dream was accurate and assuming the Cyclops kept his word and didn't eat him before time.

     "Yeah, you never can trust a cyclops," he spat, bitterly.
     He tried staying angry at Annabeth, but after admitting she was wrong, he seemed to calm down. Percy couldn't stay mad at Annabeth for long. We pulled our focus away from Tyson.

     "Annabeth, what's the prophecy?" Percy asked.

    Annabeth frowned. "Percy, I shouldn't-"

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

     "Knowledge isn't always good for you."

     "Your mom is the wisdom goddess!"

     "I know! But every time heroes learn the future, they try to change it, and it never works. Plus..." Her voice trailed off.

    "Plus what?" Percy asked

    "I'm not even sure the prophecy is about you."

   A moment of silence. Both of them exchanged a look and then turned their gaze towards me.

    "What?"