I'm jealous of Annabeth

Okay. So now that Dionysus was helping me out, I felt better. That at least someone knew and was helping instead of lecturing me about my immortal life! The thought of that one sunny shiny day, when all the truth would suddenly get unleashed before Zeus, horrified me. That'll be my death day, mortals.

Percy, Annabeth and I walked out of the big house. I had so many things to think about. More like worry about. But face it, when you have a lot of things to do, you decide to do nothing. That's the point of life, my friend. Plus when you know you're going to live beyond infinity, the list makes no sense. Because what's the point in making a list of all the things you want to do before dying, when you are not going to die. Ever.

Yet I had to think about the prophecy since most prophecies came with due dates. Actually all, all prophecies came with due dates. I had already thought about it though. And I was afraid it was totally applicable to me.

The children of the sea god

Shall fight the odds

Well, I am a child of Poseidon, and so is Percy. So, the children part, about which all of camp was wondering, was solved. Just that nobody knew and I decided to keep it a secret.

To calm the god who has it lost

Maybe it was referring to Zeus and that we'd have to calm him. Because he'd found the truth and was going to go all hama-zon on me. The thought gave me chills.

Find the one who didn't die.

This statement I was not sure about. I didn't know anyone who didn't die. Like what? Someone faked their death? Well the god Pan maybe. But that's not the point.

And be different than a lie.

To be honest, this was the terrifying part. No doubt, the prophecy was speaking to me here. I could totally see it pointing right at me. More chills. Alright, I was lying. But other than that, the statement made no sense.

To discuss about the quest we went in the dining pavilion where we sat at the Poseidon table.

"You gave up too quickly," Percy complained.

"Chiron was right. We can't manipulate prophecies," Annabeth replied.

He shrugged.

For a while no-one spoke. Probably everyone was thinking about the quest, about which I had already done a thesis.

l stared at Annabeth. She looked deep in thought. Her stormy grey eyes were looking at nothing in particular. Her curly blonde hair looked so great, I wondered if I could ask her what shampoo she used.

Percy had a neutral brooding expression. His I-am-thinking expression terrified me.

"Delilah," he said breaking the silence. "Are you a child of Poseidon?"

I stared at him. I did not know how to respond.

I did the safe thing. I said, "I don't know."

"Well, do you feel powerful around water, like energetic?"

"I don't know."

"Are you Roman? I mean, uh can you speak Latin?"

I wished he would stop asking me Poseidon' questions. It was getting awkward to do the 'safe thing' again. Yet I said, "I don't know."

He pursed his lips. "Hey, we did not finish the tour, right?" He frowned.

I nodded. "Doesn't matter."

"It does matter. You need to choose a weapon."

I didn't really want a weapon. Gods don't need weapons to kill off monsters. Just a flick of fingers could do the job, as told by Ares. I had never really tried though. But, for a demigod a weapon is a must.

I shrugged.

"I was wondering about the third line," Annabeth said. "To calm the god who has it lost. It could mean two things. Either the god is mad at someone, or he has lost something."

"And we are supposed to calm him, by returning him that something." Percy added.

I slowly sunk down in my seat, trying to swallow back a gasp.

Ohemmmgeeeeess.

Why didn't I think of that before! Annabeth Chase just cut a big hole right through the centre of my thesis. And I totally approve. Bless Annabeth. Bless Annabeth.

I sat up straight, more confident now.

Percy looked around. "I was wondering, there isn't a time limit to this quest," he looked at Annabeth. "Isn't that weird?"

"Like I care!"

They laughed together. They looked so cute. It was a sight I had died to view in person, up from Olympus. I wondered if Hera was jealous of Annabeth for Percy loved her more than Zeus would ever love Hera. I'm just saying this because I felt so too. Even though I don't have a lover. Did I mention, I have a son? And oh did I mention Hades did not participate in my Throw-Your-Powers-In-This-Random-Pot ceremony. Wait, I guess I mentioned that before. Ugh I'm getting old!

Percy yawned. "Where do we start?" He sang.

I don't know why, I stood up with a jerk. "There," I pointed towards the sea.