Percy POV
You shall go west to face the god who has turned,
You shall find what was stolen and see it safely returned,
You shall be betrayed by the one you call friend,
And fail to save what matters most in the end.
You shall sail the iron ship with warriors of bone,
You shall find what was stolen and make it your own,
But despair for your life entombed within stone,
To fail without friends, to fly home alone.
Five shall go west to the goddess in chains,
One shall be lost in the land without rain,
The bane of Olympus shows the trail,
Campers and Hunters combined prevail,
The Titan's curse must one withstand,
And one shall perish by a parent's hand.
You shall delve in the darkness of the endless maze,
The dead, the traitor, and the lost one raise.
You shall rise or fall by the ghost king's hand,
The Child of Athena's final stand.
Destroy with a hero's final breath,
And lose a love to worse than death.
Child of Lightning, beware the earth,
The giants' revenge the seven shall birth,
The forge and dove shall break the cage,
And death unleash, through Hera's rage.
To the north, beyond the gods, lies the legion's crown.
Falling from ice, the son of Neptune shall drown."
"Wisdom's daughter walks alone,
The Mark of Athena burns through Rome.
Twins snuff out the angel's breath,
Who holds the key to endless death.
Giants' bane stands gold and pale,
Won through pain from a woven jail."
There once was a god named Apollo
Who plunged in a cave, blue and hollow
Upon a three seater
The bronze fire eater
Was forced death and madness to swallow
A Half-Blood of the eldest gods,
Shall reach sixteen against all odds,
And see the world in endless sleep.
The hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap,
A single choice shall end his days,
Olympus to preserve or raze
Seven half-bloods shall answer the call.
To storm or fire, the world must fall.
An oath to keep with a final breath,
And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death.
Try me on,
I'll show you where you belong.
You might fit in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffis are true and unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
The hero of all arrives,
The blood of a powerful line intertwines,
The tainted seek shelter.
Children of Hecate,
Silver-blood child,
Children of the gods,
Keep blind the mist-sighted.
A dangerous foe approaches,
A friend to be found in the enemy.
The silver-sea child will prevail.
So try me on!
Find where you belong.
United, nothing will come to an end.
The creator will survive,
The ender no more.
What in Tartarus was that?! Oh, wait, I know, another prophesy. Great.
NOTE: I haven't updated in a while and I didn't have anything today. Hope you guys like it! Remember, comments are awesome.
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