The Great Prophecy Percy Jackson の小説・ストーリー

A Silvermoon council elder that stood with Elliot stood abruptly. “Are you saying the prophecy still stands?That it is true that the packs would have power when the Packs unite.” Gina stepped forward, her voice clear. “Alphas of the realm, I greet you. I am Gina, a former priestess of the high priest. I was the one that received the original vision,” she said. “The prophecy is tied to Liora...her union, her leadership, her heart. The Goddess will bless whichever pack unites with her. And all other packs who accept the union will share in that blessing.”

It was full of handwritten scrolls, some sealed behind glass, some just rotting in piles like forgotten rumors. I started reading through prophecy after prophecy, starting with the 16th century. After an hour or so had passed, I still hadn’t found anything about the rebirth of a moon priestess, but I did find two that were scarily accurate. The first one predicted the Great War, which, taken by itself, was not particularly impressive. But the last part of the prophecy read: “drinkers of blood will spill the blood of the werewolf but none shall stain any Lycan.”

Honestly, it made me feel better. “The Red Alpha,” Nicholas muttered. “The prophecy is finally fulfilled.” “What prophecy?” I asked, cleaning my eyes. “The prophecy that always made us know that Alpha Kieran was the promised Alpha,” Jephta said, confusing me more. “It said that at the end of times, when a great battle was fought, an Alpha would rise, the Alpha of fire, the Red Alpha, and he would win the battle alongside other armies the goddess would choose,” Nicholas said, making it clearer to me.

Eric grabbed me and pulled me close as the ground broke open, exposing a gulf of whirling fire and shadow. "Kyara!" he said, his voice breaking through the commotion. But before I could answer, the figure burst out laughing, harsh and victorious. "You've only delayed the inevitable," it replied, its shape floating over the chasm. "The prophecy never addressed salvation. It was about devastation. "And now it begins." The earth collapsed beneath us, and the last thing I saw was Eric's hand reaching for mine as the abyss took us whole.

“When the moon has crowned the child of fire, The ancient god shall walk again. If the claw does not strike before the child dies The Doom of Lycans will rise and all packs will perish.” I feel like the ground is tilting beneath me. Sophia stares at the prophecy, lips parted in shock. “They think… they think Kael—Ferris’s baby—is the child of fire.” “And they believe he’s the reincarnation of Kraden,” I whisper. The old god. The devourer. The one our ancestors fought to lock away. My heart pounds in my chest as I step back. My mind starts to spin as I take it all in.

But mostly, the forehead was so deeply engrained like someone who had traveled through eight decades to that moment; "Is there any way to avert the prophecy before it's too late?" Peter sounds worried. "There is only one way to do such!" Great One replies. "How?" Peter asked with eagerness. "To kill him before he grows!" "What! Is there any other way?" Peter never thought that killing the child would be the best solution to avert the prophecy. "That is the only solution for now... Except, if a new prophecy would be revealed! But no way that is going to happen." Great One said, with a sad expression.

As the man surveyed her face she slowly opened her eyes and spoke of a prophecy that will forever change the wizling's lives. In the center of the Willow where the temple of the gods stood proudly, the monks was performing their everyday ritual when the altar shone and an oracle spoke. It was the first prophecy relevant to the Great War after a hundred years. They stood transfixed to the voice on the altar. All night by the white stars' frosty gleams Descent of thy Goddess appear in thy lofty dreams And the eyes forget the tears they have shed Who succumb shall come forth from the dead The breeze comes whispering in thy ear

A spell that may be able to bring back everyone's happy and glorious lives. The next day when I was finally not that surrounded by warlocks, I took out the small booklet. "¡Trae una cúpula para proteger a mis seres queridos!" I chanted under my breath. A dome appeared in the sky slowly placing a barrier between the warlocks and all of us. It is not that strong and I don't have that much time to waste.

"Perhaps not today, perhaps not tomorrow, but eventually. The Shadow Covenant is patient, methodical, and utterly ruthless. They will find you, and when they do, your untrained abilities will not be enough to save you or those you care about." I could see the weight of my words settling on her young shoulders. She was eighteen years old, should have been worrying about finding her mate and settling into pack life. Instead, she was being forced to confront ancient enemies and make choices that would determine not just her fate but the fate of everyone around her. "Too young," Hera said sadly. "But the Moon Goddess does not make mistakes. It must be her." "There's something else," I said, know

My father's warning had been very clear and concise. And the truth was that I didn't want to get involved in a proxy war, but I had to ask about the prophecy. “Do you know what the prophecy is about?” My father nodded earnestly. “From long, long before you were born, a seer born within the Preserve said that one day a proxy war would break out during a Blue Moon and that this war would be controlled by a Pure Omega who would be powerful enough to end it all,” my father said, and I swallowed hard. “For years there was a search for that Omega until the seer herself had a vision just before she died and said that the Pure Omega would be born during a major astronomical event before the Blue Moo