“No. She has to be telling the truth,” Charlie said as realization crossed his face. “Because I heard Coyote, too. He was at the Villain’s Ball after the Games, wasn’t he?”
Kallie’s and Marcus’ mouths dropped open, and I said, “Yes. He came to me then, too. He said more gods would be along, and I’d have to look out for them.”
“But why you?” Marcus asked. “No offense, but what god would want to talk to a couple of inmates? Why would they care?”
I sighed and reached for the journal in my bag. “Marcus, Kallie, you don’t know this yet, but there’s a prophecy written about me. I’m a chosen one who’s destined to save the supernatural world, or destroy it. My aunt wrote the prophecy, but she doesn’t remember what it means. All she could tell me was there was going to be a war of gods, and I’d decide the fate of it.”
I ruffled through the journal pages. Once I found the prophecy, I began reading it aloud.
The balance between the light and the dark
Will be brought together by the light of the new dawn
A discovery of the ancient ones on the island of shadow
Will change the course of our universe
A second war breaches the horizon
Mountains will fall and villains will stand
The heavens will crumble and hell will open wide
Unleashing the demons that fester within
The path she will walk determines our fate
She dances the line both dead and alive
A new world formed from gods of old,
One from ashes or one from light
The choice is hers alone.
When I was done reciting, Marcus said, “This can’t be real.”
“Why not?” I snapped. Marcus really had to get with the program, here.
“Because mymomis a chosen one,” Marcus replied. “How can I believe my friend is one, too? They’re supposed to be incredibly rare.”
“No fucking way,” Kallie said immediately. “That can’t be true.”
“It is!” Marcus rebutted. “Why would you think I’m lying?”
“Becausemy motheris a chosen one,” Kallie insisted. “She had her own prophecy she had to fulfill twenty years ago.”
This was getting just too freaky.All three of ushad chosen ones for mothers? Chosen ones were supposed to be incredibly rare.
Charlie broke the silence by saying, “Well, if all of you are the offspring of chosen ones, it makes sense why you’re demigods.”
“But what about you? You could hear Coyote, too,” I pointed out. “You have to be a demigod as well.”
Charlie shrugged. “I don’t know. As far as I know, my mother wasn’t a chosen one. There was never a prophecy about her. She was put to death years ago.”
“Charlie, I’m sorry,” I whispered. I didn’t want to bring that up.
“It’s fine, pidge. It’s not like I knew her.”
