The spirit of ancient history awakes,
A mortal form she takes.
A veil in danger to be razed
Two worlds collide while one side is set ablaze.
The children from Olympus shall see,
That everything is not meant to be.
When the Traveler heads homeword bound, 
The world of dreams shall come around,
The Garden shall be in danger,
When the Gift of Orion is bestowed in anger.
When the children of Old succeed where fathers fall short,
The Hearth the siblings shall escort. 
Eight warriors shall be enlisted
To save the realm from the peril of the twisted.
To prevent the world from being cleaved,
Seven halfbloods shall be decieved.
To rise or fall from the cursed heir,
From Death's hand shall they despair.
The spirit's hold will only waver,
If one halfblood calls in their favor.

Are you worthy? Only time will tell.