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.


He stood opposite Kronos, holding Riptide in his hand. Assessing the scene grimly, the boy shook his head and turned to the girl next to him.

"There's no chance, is there?" he hissed and she turned to him, tears in her eyes and shook her head. She was standing next to him, holding a dagger.
"We still have to fight," she reminded him, as Kronos grinned, his golden eyes cruel.

The boy stood there, in the throne room, and for a second, he remembered the prophecy.
"A single choice shall end his days, Olympus to preserve or raze," he mouthed, knowing that there was still a chance however small, that he could save those who mattered.
Determined, he lunged forward in attack...

Peter woke up at that instant, and groaned. Every night he had these dreams of those people, but he knew that he shouldn't say anything. After all, demigod dreams always mean something, be it an event from the past, or even the future. And he truly didn't want to know what the nightmares meant; he had seen the looks that people kept on giving him, even Chiron, as if he was dangerous.

He stood up in his cabin, the Poseidon cabin, which was completely empty now except from himself. His siblings didn't spend the whole year here, but he had no other family then at Camp. Peter got dressed and walked outside, to see a massive group of Hunters walking towards the Big House. He hated their visits, because sometimes he could swear that some of them stared at him, filled with contempt.

Nonetheless, intrigued - this visit was the most interesting thing that had happened all month - so Peter jogged towards the Big House. He watched from nearby as the Hunters walked into the Big House. Hearing shouting from inside, he walked over an open window, to see one of the Hunters arguing with Chiron.

"If you're right about the Great Prophecy; then don't you think that he has a right to know!" the Hunter screamed, her back turned away from the window - he couldn't see her face.
Chiron's reply was grim. "He can't find out, there's no way you could make him remember; the memory's are gone!" he said, quietly. The Hunter began to sob.
"Please. Let me try."
"You know that isn't a good idea, it's impossible; don't you think I've tried that? He isn't the same person..."
The Hunter spun around and Peter gasped as he saw her face.

She was the girl from the dreams, that plagued him every night...