A Century shall pass 'til the prophecy begin

When beauty finds the vagrant within

A Goddess shall the vagrant become

Through her love he shall overcome

Their love may save us all,

Or bring about great downfall

Her choice shall bring about the end

The evil free or the evil penned...

     It was dawn, the sun was beginning to rise. Before today I would be safe on Olympus watching the blazing red sun rise, safe in Apollo's arms. But Apollo was standing several feet away, scratches all over his arms and several on his face. I, along with everyone else, was in battle armor. We were on the battlefield. Eris was dead and so were several others. We were silently awaiting our enemy.

     But though we said nothing, everyone's minds were going a mile a minute. My powers guarding those who were seeking answers was kicking in.

     But their minds were going so fast I could not help. To make things worse, my own mind was going faster than I could fathom.

Where was Hades?

When we would he arrive?

Who would win?

What would happen after?

What would be Koios and I's punishment?

What would happen after the battle?

What would happen after the punishment?

     These were only a few things that were going through my mind. There were others concerning Apollo, Athena, my mother, the Council, Eris. Even my own immortality.

      This was maddess, this was the insanity of battle.

     If only this had never happened, if only I had stayed home with my mother.

     If my father never died...

     If I hadn't met Koios...

     If the prophecy hadn't made things like this...

     What would have happened? What would have happened to Olympus? My new family?

     What if...

     But it was time for the battle...

An unknown amount of days later

     I was accompanied by Hermes to the Underworld to see him. I was scared and I was wondering how he would react.

     Hades knew I was coming, I had told him when I came to visit my parents.

     I went to where I met his ghost, or soul I should say. I sat down across from him and he smiled knowingly.

     That was a little scary but knowing him this was normal behavior. He would always know what I was thinking.