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After the third harpy tried to kill us, I was starting to loose hope. I mean, how hard is it to kill a bird? And it turns out, very hard. Especially when it’s three on two because SOMEBODY decided to get her leg broken.
“Oh gods. We’re going to die.”
“Shut up Laura. Stop being useless for five seconds. Your dad is the god of tricks, correct? Do tricks.” I said, dodging to one side so I could keep my face intact.
“Oh gosh. I didn’t think about that! Maybe if I could WALK I would be of assistance. My sincerest apologies, Vista.”
“And whose fault is that?” I turned to our third companion: Blake Harrison, son of Hecate. He was slashing at one harpy with his sword. Unfortunately, it was too fast for him. I thought he was going to charge the bird brain, but instead he veered left, grabbing me by the hand and dragging me to where Laura was sitting.
“The hell are you idiots doing?”
“Look at you asking good questions for once. But seriously, what are we doing.”
“Retreating, you idiot. We’re overwhelmed and I’m too tired to manipulate the mist. Laura, can you walk.”
“Probably. I think the ambrosia’s kicking in.” He helped haul her to her feet, wincing when trying to put weight on her foot.
“C’mon. Let’s get back to the ship.”
Somehow, we managed to get back to our ugly, falling apart yacht we called a temporary home. How we got it wasn’t the most legal and may have involved Aster LaBlanc charm speaking a millionaire, but what mattered was it was ours. for now. until the cops found us. Hopefully they don’t though. That would be messy.
We got Laura to sit down and got her some nectar. Meanwhile, Blake filled the others in on what happened. Although half of them weren’t paying attention. Jay LaBlanc was too busy braiding Eka’s hair, Briar was passed out on the couch, and Aster was trying and failing to solve a rubix cube. At least Charis, Daniel, David, and Nate were paying somewhat attention. Props to them.
“M’kay. So basically we were failures again?” Asked Char.
“Shut up. We weren’t failures.” Snapped back Blake, glaring at her. I swear, every time they talked to each other the tension was thicker than ice.
“Blake, dude. I hate to admit it, but we were kinda failures.” Laura butted in. I hadn’t even realized she entered the kitchen. How does she always manage to sneak up in us?
“I hate all of you.” He stormed off.
“Why’s he so pissed all the time?” Asked Nate, fidgeting in the barstool he was sitting on.
“Give the poor dude a break. He’s been stressed out with the prophecy and everything.” I said.
“Jay, David, and Milo have been stressed too, yet you don’t see them snapping all the time. He needs to get a grip.” Char deadpanned.
“ Why don’t we call it a day? It’s almost 10. Let’s sleep everything off for tonight and hold a group meeting when everyone’s in a better headspace.” David suggested.
“Sounds like a plan to me. I’m beat.” Agreed Daniel, getting up and leaving.
“Alright then, meeting adjourned.”
Me and Laura made our way to the cabin we shared with Blake. He was already in bed, face in his pillow. I sat on the edge, poking him in the back of the head.
“You okay?”
“Tired.”
“Tomorrow will be better. Don’t worry.”
“Thanks, Vis. I dunno what i’d do without you.”
“Don’t mention it, goober.”
I walked back over to my bed, and lied down, staring at the ceiling in defeat. I gave a silent prayer to my mom, Tyche, the godess of luck. We really could use it.
I tried to fall asleep, but of course my brain said no. So instead i got out my computer and went to the google slide Nate and Jay had made. In it was all we knew about our quest so far. Which wasn’t much seeing we’d gotten this thing only two weeks ago. At least the
prophecy was pasted onto it.
Through much loss and cries,
twelve hero’s must survive
A demigod lost, forgotten and mad
shall struggle to find hope they once had
Magic, dead, and combat renowned,
discover a being longing to be found
Grain and grass, grow through loss,
a choice made, defeating a final boss
Of course, Eka was the only smart one out of the twelve of us, and even she couldn’t figure anything out. But that’s how most prophecies are anyways. The only line we had figured out was the fifth one, because it was obvious. Magic was the three magicians. Dead was the three einherjar. And combat referred to the three demigods from each camp.
I sighed and closed my computer. Hopefully by tomorrow everyone would be in better condition to think. Blake was way too stressed out. He had good reason for it, too. It’s not very often a goddess comes to camp to issue a prophecy.