Across the waves, a song unsung, An eight will rise, where shadows clung. No Olympian blood, nor Roman might, but ancient power, born of twilight. A serpent’s shadow will rise from ruins, to claim and enthrall. The hero’s presence, a force that will not yield, Will turn the tide in the fight. This was the prophecy. Soon the 7 including Nico and Will had left for another country (your country) in search for you. They quickly found themselves at your school. They shit in the cafeteria, talking