the dark prophecy the cave of trophonius

However, again, that quiet voice inside him - so deeply buried and old yet so painfully familiar - spoke assurances and encouragement. Perhaps that was what this seemingly calm place intended to do, in order to preserve the warning of danger. He thought it was trying to drag him down, to drown him in its depths. Regret and second thoughts were rampant, moments upon wading further into the water. I couldn’t bear to endanger them any longer.īecause I was a coward, I waited too long. They had taken me in to protect me, and I had nearly got them all killed. I should leave Camp Half-Blood immediately, before the campers woke. I didn’t need the wisdom goddess to tell me what I must do. She stared calmly at the horizon, taking the long view, as always. “Athena, what would you do in my place? Something wise and practical, I suppose.”Īthena offered no response. ” Meg’s voice was as acrid as the volcanic gas of Delphi. “I- I think so.” I tried to remember my years of servitude with Admetus and Laomedon, but I could barely conjure their names and faces. “Is that how it works? Your strength comes back over time?” “Perhaps in the morning I’ll have some of my godly powers back.”Īustin leaned forward. “And?” Austin spread his fingers on the table. “Yes.” I tried to avoid looking in the direction of the woods. “What did you guys talk about in the Big House? Chiron told you about the disappearances…?” So, he lingered along the shore where the water only just touched his feet. The larger part of him still voiced its wariness. And try as he might, he couldn’t resist the pull.ĭeep down, that tiny shard of him urged forward, as though it were caged and saw hope of an escape. The call must have grown stronger over time. This water, murky yet clear, had no voice but it called to him now with a loudness he couldn’t ignore.Ī tiny part of himself, long forgotten but crucial, had heeded its silent whispers whenever he had passed before. Part of him hesitated, recoiling out of a discomfort born from being somewhere unfamiliar, a place many had deemed off-limits. It was cold, painfully frigid, even to him. The Fates swirled around him, dissolving into air, and the glittery whirlwind shot into the sky. Zeus flicked his hand, and Apollo turned into a cloud of glitter. You encouraged your descendant Octavian to follow his dangerous path, and you prematurely revealed a prophecy that may yet destroy us all.” The Three Fates gathered around the god, circling him, their withered hands raised.Īpollo moistened his lips.

No one could force them, no one but themselves. To do so had always been theirs to decide. They all stayed far from it with only the occasional one of the ranks toeing the line, never daring to step into its depths.īut it was a choice. So much like a gaping void, waiting for some unsuspecting fool to step into its open maw.

The dark prophecy the cave of trophonius