Ch 9- A Prophecy Twice Written: A KOTLC x PJO fic

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CH 9 Sophie “What were you thinking?” yelled Sandor. Sophie and Keefe had just gotten back and explained to a very worried set of parents, a curious Mr. Forkle, and a very distraught goblin why the eleven-and-a-half curfew had not been followed. “You were /out in the open/ and then got into a monster fight, and then followed a random group of mortal teens to their secret camp. They could have been part of the Neverseen!” Oops. Sophie hadn’t thought of that. This process of Sandor scolding them in his squeaky voice and pacing went on for a while until Mr. Forkle finally sighed and stepped in. “While we can all agree that Sophie and Keefe made some very questionable decisions that they should have been able to realize not to, I cannot argue that their journey was pointless.” He turned to Sophie and Keefe, “If Sandor and Sophie’s parents are done with you two, I think we have some important matters to discuss. Your friends are also inside, and are quite anxious to hear what you have to say.” Sandor grumbled but gestured for them to go through the door; Grady and Edaline led them inside. The moment they stepped into the living room, Biana shot up and ran to Sophie, “What happened? Did the Neverseen come? I tried to be out there invisibly to wait for you, but Sandor was really mad, so I didn’t want to be there when you got back.” “Nah, he wasn’t too mad when he found out all the cool stuff we saw. Plus, Foster’s too adorable to stay mad at,” assured Keefe. “He was plenty mad, Keefe,” said Sophie, throwing a pillow from the couch at him. “So,” Lihn said expectantly, “tell us everything.” Sophie again summarized what happened, from the half-gods to the chimera attack, to Peírama, to Camp Half Blood. When she finished, everyone was silent until Dex said, “Wait, so you’re telling me these ‘demigods’ have weapons that can actually hurt monsters, /and/ they don't even use pathfinders to get around? I need to see one of their swords. If they’re magical, I bet I could tinker with the frequency.” “Sorry, Dexie,” said Keefe, “we were kind of too focused on not being killed by the giant fire-breathing snake-tailed monster to ask how their weapons got built.” “Well,” Fitx innturupted, “now that we know what you guys were doing- running off with strange teens you found-” “Isn’t that what you told Foster to do when you found her?” asked Keefe. Fitz ignored Keefe, “We found something in Sophie’s memory log from where she projected the image of the poem.” Sophie reached to grab it hurriedly, “You did?” “If you look at the edge of the poem, the little design is actually a flower.” Sophie could see that he was right. What they had previously overlooked was a small drawing of a flower. It was a light purple flower with five petals, each one an awkward heart-like shape with an oversized split down the middle. “One of the gnomes recognized it as ‘Silene tomentosa, ’ a mortal flower that apparently only grows in one place- The British overseas territory.” (ok guys i did bare minimum research for this, ik its prlly plenty inaccurate, but just pretend its all correct ok -_-) “Well,” started Marella, “When are we going?” “I don’t think so,” said Sandor, stepping out of the shadows, “My charge has been in danger enough today, and until further notice, is not leaving the Lost Cities.” “Aw, come on, Sandor,” said Keefe, nudging him, “we promise we won’t run off with strangers this time!” “I actually agree with Sandor on this one,” said Edaline suddenly. We need to regroup and go over our plans. How about today we process this as a group, and then in one or two days get back to the demi-gods. We can visit the base /carefully/ then.” Sophie was disappointed, but not surprised. “Sounds fair, but we should do this as soon as possible. I don’t want to give Peírama any more time than she has already gotten.”