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Oracle of Delphi
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Through chaos and corruption must he be made known.
Over the mountain must he go, for the monsters will know where to grow.
The mark of one's fate is many other's too.
For if he dies than so shall you.
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TRY TO CREATE A PROPHECY ABOUT HALF-BLOODS. IT DOES NOT NECESSARILY NEED TO DEAL WITH PERCY OR ANY OF HIS FRIENDS BUT IT NEEDS TO BE A HALF-BLOOD!
You shall go west, and face the god who has turned,
You shall find what was stolen, and see it safely returned,
You shall be betrayed by one who calls you a friend,
And you shall fail to save what matters most, in the end.
You shall sail the iron ship with warriors of bone,
You shall find what you seek and make it your own,
But despair for your life entombed within stone,
And 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.
Go to Alaska.
Find Thanatos and free him.
Come back by sundown on June twenty-fourth or die.
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.
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.