“Follow your heart,” the bird interjected knowingly.
“You are tied to everything, Harmonia.
You must simply listen.”
Cadmus raised his eyebrow at the bird questioningly, but I closed my eyes.
My heart thudded in my chest rhythmically, like a drum.
I focused on it and allowed myself to feel every reverberation throughout my body.
I could feel the pulse in my feet, the blood rushing through my veins, my bloodstone lying coolly on my chest.
My heart beat against it.
And then I felt a pull.
Willingly, I opened up my mind and allowed the pull to move me.
I walked forward and Cadmus stayed at my side.
I wound my way through the rows of books and stood in front of a shelf in the back corner where the light almost didn’t reach.
I knew I was in the right spot.
I knew it with unexplainable certainty.
Suddenly, a rolled parchment fell from the top shelf and landed at my feet.
Before I could even move, Cadmus bent and picked it up, untying the velvet string and unrolling the parchment.
I watched his jaw tighten as he read the words inscribed on the page.
His beautiful dark eyes hardened and I felt the stirrings of dread.
“What is it?” I whispered hesitantly.
He shook his head.
“It’s nothing.
This is just a silly premonition by someone we don’t even know…”
The falcon fluttered from the top of a nearby bookcase and landed in front of us.
“The Oracle of the Dead brought us this prophecy,” he told us.
“She has never been wrong, not even once.”
“The Oracle prophesied this?” I asked tremulously.
The bird nodded once, his black eyes shining in the light. I gulped and held my hand out to Cadmus.
He didn’t move.
“Cadmus,” I prompted.
He sighed and handed it to me.
The Prophecy of The Chosen One
She who will save Olympus and all that we know.
Treacherous snakes will tremble beneath her fingers and the crown shall be restored.
Despite great sadness and loss, she will prevail,
As she alone holds the noblest and purest of hearts.
The Chosen One will save everyone but perhaps herself.
At what cost will order be restored?
Will she perish in the flames of the Phoenix,
Never to rise to the land of the living once more?
Time will tell.
My breath caught in my throat as I read and Cadmus wrapped his arms around me, pressing his forehead to mine.
“It means nothing,” he insisted.
“We choose our destiny, remember, Harmonia?
The Fates are imprisoned in the Underworld.
We choose our own fates now.
I will never allow anything to happen to you.
Do you understand?”
I nodded to placate him, but my heart was racing.
“Time will tell,” I murmured.
“No,” Cadmus said harshly.
“I can tell you right now.
This is not right.
We will be victorious, but you will be fine.
You have faced death already in Camelot.
Remember?
Perhaps that is what this is referring to.
You came back from that. You are fine.”
I had a feeling that Camelot was not what this prophecy referred to, but I didn’t say it. Instead, I folded into Cadmus’ side and allowed him to hold me for just a moment.
I closed my eyes and inhaled his strength, his scent, even his heart beat.
I picked up his hand and held it to my heart.
“My love?”The anxiety in his voice pulled at my heart strings and I opened my eyes.
“I’m fine,” I assured him.
“I only need to see my mortal mother- and then I will be ready.”
“Harmonia, we should talk about this prophecy further.
I don’t think—“
I cut him off.
“Cadmus, I’m fine. There is no use in talking about it.
Whatever happens will happen.
It is what it is.
I will not worry about it now- there are too many other things to be concerned with.”
I nodded curtly at the falcon and strode across the room for the door.
As I entered the hall, I was met by Hecate.
“You saw?” she raised her eyebrow.
“Yes,” I confirmed.
“You’re fine?”
“Yes.”
“Good.
I know you would like to see your mother before we depart.
Come with me.”
Without questioning her or how she knew that that was exactly what I had been intent on, Cadmus and I followed her to the courtyard to a small pond in the center. Koi swam leisurely in circles in the clear, cool water.
Hecate waved her hand and they froze.
The water rippled only once and then Calypso’s island appeared on the surface.
My mortal mother, Allison Lockhart, was walking on a pristine beach with Calypso.
She was healthy and well, her dark hair blowing in the sea breeze as she laughed at something that Calypso said.
The island was clearly being kind to her. Her skin was sun-kissed, her cheeks pleasantly flushed.
I knew that she didn’t even remember who she was at this point.
Calypso’s Island was enchanted and it stole the consciousness of anyone who entered.
It was as if a strange fog descended onto one’s mind there.
My stomach tightened as I watched and I suddenly desperately missed my mother.
I still had to decide what to do with that situation.
My mother had no idea who I truly was.
When I returned from this quest, I would have to deal with that.
If I stayed here in Olympus, I would miss her so much.
But the thought of returning to the mortal world simply didn’t seem feasible anymore.
I no longer felt like Macy Lockhart in the slightest bit. I had reclaimed my true goddess identity and I didn’t see any way that I could realistically go back.
“We’ll think on that later, love,” Cadmus murmured as he read my mind.
I nodded.
He was right.
There was no reason to focus on it now.
I turned to Hecate.
“Thank you.”
She waved her hand at the small pool and it returned to normal.
The koi circled it once again, swimming lazy circles.
“We should go,” she prodded me.
“We’ve delayed long enough.
There is much to be done.”
I nodded and took Cadmus’ arm as we returned to the palace.
Hecate’s filmy white cloak fluttered in the breeze as we walked and I stared at it absently, trying to mentally prepare myself for what was to come. Whatever it was, it was not going to be pleasant.
Ares, Ortrera and her warriors and my mother were all congregated in the great room of the palace when we arrived.
Ares was holding Zeus’ sword, turning it over and over as he spoke with Ortrera.
When we walked in, he plunged it into a sheath at his side before crossing to me.
“You’re fine?” he demanded.
It was more of a dictate than a question.
I nodded.
“I’m fine.”
“You take after me,” he noted, his handsome face clearly reflecting his pride.
My mother scowled.
“Perhaps in her bull-headedness,” Aphrodite acknowledged.
I grabbed her hand.
“Are you ready?”
“Not really,” she admitted, her beautiful face troubled. “But it is time.”
Hecate stepped forward.
“Yes, it is time.
What we do now will not be easy, that we know,” she began.
The Amazons murmured their agreement.
“But it is necessary and we will do it.
We are strong and we will prevail.
Harmonia, you have seen the prophecy.
Let us prove the undesirable parts wrong. You will be fine and we will make sure that you return safely here… no matter where this journey takes us. Let us finish this.”
We all joined hands and stood in a circle as Hecate began to chant.
I felt the familiar weakening of my limbs as we faded out of the Spiritlands and reappeared on a barren hillside in the mortal world.
It was approaching nightfall and there was no civilization as far as I could see.
Cadmus clenched my hand tighter.
The grass beneath our feet was thick and lush with scattered stones and boulders throughout the hills.
There were no trees, just rolling hills and waving grass all along the banks of a wide river.
The Acheron river.
It was said that it continued from the mortal world into the depths of the Underworld.
It was known as the river of pain.
I gulped and took a deep breath, glancing up the hill.
The temple ruins stood at the top on the edge of the banks. They were made from crumbling stone and seemed as much a part of the landscape as the natural rocks and grass.
“We cannot approach yet,” Hecate pointed out as she followed my gaze.
“First, we must spend two days fasting here, clearing our minds and purifying our hearts.”
She held out her hands.
In each one, she held dried herbs.
“To help clear your mind,” she answered my unspoken question.
We all took a dried leaf and dutifully chewed it up.
I felt no different.
“We must separate,” Hecate instructed.
“We should each find a different location on this hill and spend the next two days reflecting on ourselves and our plight.
And then, hopefully, we will be in the right frame of mind to summon the Oracle.”
We all nodded and separated into different directions.
Cadmus grabbed my elbow and drew me in to him.