There were supposed to be seven half bloods in the prophesy. Seven. Not six, not eleven, seven. But, fate seems to know they need help.

Percy was on a quest, currently exploring an abandoned temple, when he came across a ripped up scroll. He managed to put the pieces together on the floor, and what he read sent terrified shivers down his spine.

One of eight demigods Born of fire and stars Will be the one to lead And gain all the scars If they can pass the test And surpass all odds Kronos will crumble under their gaze And they shall rule over all