Post by Porter on Apr 1, 2013 14:52:05 GMT -5
I sighed, as all of us made our way inside the Big House.
"Not again," I mumbled. I still get nightmares from the Oracle. "Can't Finn do it."
Finn raised an eyebrow. "Hell no am I going up those steps."
I gave her an inquisitive glance and she moved closer to me.
"Go prove yourself a leader, Air head." She whispered, so no one else could hear.
I nodded, surprised at the moment of seriousness Finn can sometimes have. I looked up the steps.
"If nobody minds, I'm just gonna barge right in there." I began as I sprinted up the steps like it was no one's business, opening the attic door and quickly climbing in. I glanced up. There she was. A shriveled old woman cursed to tell our fates even after she died. I felt sorry for her, hoping one day that someone can take her place, although who would even dare? My steps slowed down as I walked past all the different arrangements of trophies and souvenirs until I stood right in front of the mummy. I waited for a bit. Her posture against the chair made her look like a Queen, and I was one of her subjects, boring her with another plea for a prophecy. Her cold dead eyes seemed to stare right through me, and the silence became more eerie as I almost expect Delphi to say. "Sorry, one prophecy per customer." I looked around awkwardly, and just as I began to let out a sigh, green puffs of smoke flew at me like a stream of warm, zombie breath. I coughed, it smelled like rotting flesh and worms.When the gas died down to just small trickles down her face, she spoke up.
"A battle of heart versus a battle of wits,
One shall be lost until the truth they'll admit,
Another will be punished with hard decisions,
that three will spin unto unbreakable incision,
One will face the guardians of an unspeakable prison,
And the fourth will carry the most and have the worst in return."
Her words echoed across the attic and her body fell limp again.
"Um... thanks..." I muttered as I turned around and headed back downstairs, my mind pounding with everything she had just said. Okay, Luke, just repeat it to yourself a billion times and you'll remember it. I walked down the steps and ran to a piece of paper before anyone could ask me anything.
"and three will spit untold collisions?" Finn read out. "Dude either your writing sucks or the Oracle found the Hermes cabin's secret stash of weed."
Chiron gave her an inquisitve look.
Finn slowly turned around to Chiron sheepishly. "Did I say weed? I mean we have a stash of.... neeeeeeds.... yeah. Needs. Like, bare necessities." Finn nodded.
Chiron raised an eyebrow, but decided best to brush it off... for now at least.
I repeated the Prophecy the CORRECT way to everyone in the room.
"Not again," I mumbled. I still get nightmares from the Oracle. "Can't Finn do it."
Finn raised an eyebrow. "Hell no am I going up those steps."
I gave her an inquisitive glance and she moved closer to me.
"Go prove yourself a leader, Air head." She whispered, so no one else could hear.
I nodded, surprised at the moment of seriousness Finn can sometimes have. I looked up the steps.
"If nobody minds, I'm just gonna barge right in there." I began as I sprinted up the steps like it was no one's business, opening the attic door and quickly climbing in. I glanced up. There she was. A shriveled old woman cursed to tell our fates even after she died. I felt sorry for her, hoping one day that someone can take her place, although who would even dare? My steps slowed down as I walked past all the different arrangements of trophies and souvenirs until I stood right in front of the mummy. I waited for a bit. Her posture against the chair made her look like a Queen, and I was one of her subjects, boring her with another plea for a prophecy. Her cold dead eyes seemed to stare right through me, and the silence became more eerie as I almost expect Delphi to say. "Sorry, one prophecy per customer." I looked around awkwardly, and just as I began to let out a sigh, green puffs of smoke flew at me like a stream of warm, zombie breath. I coughed, it smelled like rotting flesh and worms.When the gas died down to just small trickles down her face, she spoke up.
"A battle of heart versus a battle of wits,
One shall be lost until the truth they'll admit,
Another will be punished with hard decisions,
that three will spin unto unbreakable incision,
One will face the guardians of an unspeakable prison,
And the fourth will carry the most and have the worst in return."
Her words echoed across the attic and her body fell limp again.
"Um... thanks..." I muttered as I turned around and headed back downstairs, my mind pounding with everything she had just said. Okay, Luke, just repeat it to yourself a billion times and you'll remember it. I walked down the steps and ran to a piece of paper before anyone could ask me anything.
"and three will spit untold collisions?" Finn read out. "Dude either your writing sucks or the Oracle found the Hermes cabin's secret stash of weed."
Chiron gave her an inquisitve look.
Finn slowly turned around to Chiron sheepishly. "Did I say weed? I mean we have a stash of.... neeeeeeds.... yeah. Needs. Like, bare necessities." Finn nodded.
Chiron raised an eyebrow, but decided best to brush it off... for now at least.
I repeated the Prophecy the CORRECT way to everyone in the room.