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Il Minuetto della Ragazza

Fandom(s): Percy Jackson and the Olympians Rating: T Summary: Bianca di Angelo is alive. Alive and upset, confused, desperate… Camp Half Blood lost her little brother, and there’s nothing she wouldn’t do to bring him home safe. AO3 link Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine: Rendezvous

Thalia had been waiting for Bianca a few metres away from the door, still on the La Rues’ front porch.

With her stood Phoebe, the big girl who’d tried to teach Bianca how to arm-wrestle, and Ludovica, who Bianca hadn’t spoken much with, but the older girl had been kind to her nonetheless.

“Everything okay?” Thalia asked.

Bianca nodded. “Where’s the rest?”

“I sent them ahead, a big group would call too much attention to us, especially after you blew up a building.

“I— We didn’t—” Bianca stammered. “It wasn’t like we wanted to bring the thing down.”

“Clarisse looked very proud about it.”

“She has very thorough knowledge on explosives,” Bianca defended her. “That can be useful.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Thalia said. “I heard Ares’ children know how to use any weapon. Y’know, like innately.”

Phoebe snorted. “That’s not true.”

“No?” Thalia shrugged. “Too bad, it would’ve been cool.”

They’d started walking. Bianca followed without recognising the way, but she did see one of Clarisse’s former schools they’d walked by the other day.

“Where’re we going?” She asked.

“To check the building’s ruins.”

Bianca stopped in her tracks. “We can’t! What if they know who I am?”

Phoebe put a hand on her shoulder and prompted her forward.

“They won’t,” Ludovica said. “We checked the news. They’re going on about a group of protesters being guilty about the whole thing.”

“Trust the police to blame the peaceful protesters for blowing up a whole building,” Thalia muttered.

“Why do you want to see the place?” Bianca asked. She wanted nothing but to never set foot there again. The thought of it brought the nasty smell of burning to her nostrils.

“Annabeth’s asked me to check the door.”

“The door? The entrance to the Labyrinth? It’s been destroyed.”

Thalia made a face.

Bianca looked around. Phoebe and Ludovica appeared to be just as confused as her.

“Annabeth thinks the Labyrinth might be alive,” Thalia explained.

“Like a monster?” Ludovica asked. “How can a structure be alive?”

“Not exactly.” Thalia took a deep breath. “I didn’t understand what she meant by most of what she said, but when she found out about the explosion in Phoenix, she guessed it might’ve had to do with you, Bianca. Or, I suppose she did imagine Clarisse had a hand on it too. She talked to Clarisse, and she is sure you two have succeeded. Thing is, Annabeth’s not all that sure destroying an entrance to the maze is enough to completely close it.”

Bianca hoped Thalia was wrong. Otherwise, it’d mean the whole thing had been for nothing.

Ludovica patted her shoulder. “You look so crestfallen. We don’t know if that's true yet.”

From what Bianca had heard in the quest, Annabeth Chase was usually right in those situations, but she didn’t say anything.

Getting into the site was a lot easier than Bianca would’ve expected. Thalia took out a set of pliers and simply cut off a chunk of the wire fence surrounding the property.

“The entrance is full of cops, they’re still fighting with the hippies,” Thalia told Bianca. “They’ll never see us if we come in this way.”

Bianca had no idea what the hippies were, and she wasn’t all that sure the police force was fully concentrated on the main entrance, but she did trust the other girls to defend their group if it came to it. Police men wouldn’t be a match for Phoebe, much less if Thalia got involved.

They walked through the ruins, being mindful not to be seen. In spite of Thalia’s assurance that they wouldn’t be noticed, Bianca insisted that they didn’t tempt fate.

“You’re right,” Thalia admitted. “I’ve got super bad luck.”

Ludovica and Phoebe nodded in agreement. Bianca supposed being a tree for years wouldn’t exactly be considered lucky, regardless of how many fellow demigods you impressed by that feat.

After a minute Bianca realised it was her leading the others. It made sense, of course, she was the only one who knew exactly where to look, but it still made her anxious. She didn’t like being in charge, it had been an issue since she was little.

She surprised herself with a memory of an older woman, her light-brown hair propped up, a few strands purposefully out of place, giving her a casual air of elegance. She wore a long dress and stood perfectly straight.

“You’re the oldest,” she said firmly. “Your brother will look up to you when the time comes. At least until he’s married.”

“But il Nonno says–”

“Bah, il tuo Nonno thinks men must make every decision,” the older woman waved her hand dismissively. “And yet he’s never agreed to anything before asking me first.”

“Bianca?”

Bianca snapped out of her thoughts with a start. Ludovica was giving her a worried look.

“You looked upset,” she said in Italian. “Is everything all right?”

Bianca nodded.

Thalia sighed. “You people need to stop speaking in languages I cannot understand.”

“Or,” Phoebe said with a shrug. “You should learn a language or two so you can understand the rest of us.”

Thalia rolled her eyes. “Easy to say, you’ve been around for three thousand years. I’d speak sixteen languages too, if I’d lived that long!”

“Sixteen?” Bianca wondered out loud. She turned to Ludovica. “How many languages do you speak?”

Ludovica laughed. “Not as many, I haven’t been around that long, I joined the Hunters after the Great War.”

Bianca was tempted to ask how Ludovica, originally from Lombardia, as she'd been told in passing before the quest, had come across the Hunters of Artemis in the late 1910s. There was something she ought to know, she was sure. Something about Ludovica that rang a bell, but Bianca couldn’t find the connection.

Perhaps she’d known her family? Bianca remembered her grandfather had a good many friends, maybe Ludovica’s family had been some of them.

She focused on the task at hand. They had to get to the Labyrinth entrance, and out of the ruined building before being seen. Besides, Bianca hated that place, even without the threat of a fight with policemen, she’d want to be out of there as soon as possible.

She led her friends through the rubble, the fallen debris, and whatever was still standing.

When they reached the spot the door had been in, they could barely hear the protesters nor the cops in the background.

“Here.” Bianca pointed at the remains of a wall. “There was a delta symbol when Clarisse and I were here last time.”

Thalia and Phoebe looked around the wall.

Bianca shivered at the thought of the maze. It had been the most unnatural feeling she’d ever got, being there. It felt hopeless, dangerous, lonely, the closest thing to Hell she could imagine.

Ludovica put an arm around her shoulders.

“It’s okay,” she said. “We’re only checking.”

“If Annabeth’s right,” Bianca argued. “Then it’s still here.”

Ludovica shrugged. “Even so, we could find a way to destroy it.”

It didn’t sound very feasible to Bianca. If explosives like those Clarisse had used couldn’t destroy a single entrance into the Labyrinth, she doubted it could be killed at all.

“Nothing here,” Phoebe said. “I can’t find anything.”

“Neither can I,” Thalia yelled from the other side of the wall. She poked her head at the end of the wall. “How far do you think it would have moved?”

Bianca shrugged. “It hadn’t at all the other time, but nothing had happened to the building.”

Bianca extracted herself carefully from Ludovica’s hug, she didn’t want to seem ungrateful. She studied her surroundings. There wasn’t much left. The tallest bit of building left standing was some ten metres away, a storey and a half of height, give or take.

There was a mountain of debris not too far from the wall they’d been examining. Bianca felt uneasy about it, so she approached it slowly.

“Can we check here?”

The other girls came over. This time, all four of them tried to find the delta.

“Here!” Thalia said.

Bianca felt blood rush to her head. Please God let her be wrong, she thought.

But no such luck, Thalia was standing next to a relatively smooth chunk of concrete about her height. She saw they were all close-by and she slammed the delta symbol.

It glowed blue, as it had before, and a fissure in the concrete grew until it became a doorway into darkness.

“That’s actually pretty cool,” Thalia admitted.

She walked into the darkness but Bianca pulled her back by her arm.

“Are you crazy?” She demanded.

The force in her tone made Thalia’s eyes harden. Bianca remembered she wasn’t keen on being ordered around.

Softening her voice Bianca added. “It’s dangerous. It could close right after you got in there and then we’d be separated. Who knows how long it would take for you to find a way out again!”

Thalia pulled her arm out of Bianca’s grasp.

“Fine,” she said. She turned towards the dark entrance but stayed a few steps away. “Did it always look like this?”

Bianca forced herself to look into the tunnel. It was hard to see, as usual, but this time it looked like an underground train tunnel. Much more modern than it had been when she’d seen it with Clarisse, and much more man-made than the first time she’d been there.

She told the others.

“How does it change so much?” Ludovica asked. “If the entrance is more or less the same place, wouldn’t it look the same?”

Phoebe shook her head. “That’s not how Daedalus created things. His style is weird, obscure, and dangerous, but above all, dynamic, everchanging. To him, there’s no point in a structure that doesn’t try to kill you.”

“Did you meet him? Daedalus?” Bianca wondered.

“Once,” Phoebe made a disgusted face. “Full of himself and preposterously condescending. Awfully unhappy too.”

“Well his son did die,” Thalia reminded her. “That can’t make you too happy–” she hesitated. “You know what? Mythologically speaking, I’m not sure that’s true.”

Phoebe raised an eyebrow. “Mythologically speaking?”

Thalia huffed, “You know what I mean. Like, my father threw his newborn son off Olympus because he was ugly. Parent’s aren’t very nice in Greek myths.”

Bianca was sure the other two hadn’t missed the bitterness in Thalia’s voice.

“It was your stepmother,” Phoebe corrected her.

“Was it?” Thalia asked. “I’m not that surprised, if I’m honest.”

There was a pause in which all of them turned to the Labyrinth entrance.

“What should we do with this?” Phoebe asked at last. “We can’t leave it here for anybody to fall through.”

“It doesn’t open for mortals,” Thalia said. “Annabeth told me.”

That made sense to Bianca. “The door has been here for a while,” she said. “If mortals could open it they would’ve discovered it as soon as they started working here.”

“We’ll leave it then,” Ludovica offered. “The only demigod in the area is Clarisse, and she can keep an eye on this door.”

Thalia didn’t look too sure about that, but at present there was no other choice.

“We’ll speak with Artemis when we see her again,” she decided. She poked the delta symbol with her finger. Its glow diminished and the door closed. “I’m not sure she’ll know what to do, but she could mention it to the others. If it’s a threat that Luke plans to use, the Olympian council should know about it.”

They started their way back, out of the construction site and to wherever the rest of the Hunters were.

“What will the council do?” Bianca asked.

“Send a group of demigods to die in an attempt to solve the issue of course,” Thalia answered.

Phoebe gave her a hard look. “Put some trust in them. They cannot get involved.”

Thalia took a deep breath, which did nothing to calm her.

“Their involvement varies to their convenience,” she spat. “And they don’t trust me, they were very clear about that.”

Phoebe opened her mouth to argue but Ludovica cut her off.

“Let’s not fight about this again,” she said. ��The gods have to know. It doesn’t matter what they do with the information, they should be told nonetheless.”

“Where is Artemis?” Bianca asked, hoping it would ease the tension in their little group.

“New York.” They all answered in unison.

They reached the bit of wire fence Thalia had cut open.

“She and Apollo were called to Olympus a week ago,” Ludovica explained, crawling out under the fence. “They’re good trackers, they were probably needed to find someone– or something.”

Bianca went out next. She was small, getting out was easier for her than for Phoebe, who was a whole head taller than her.

“She’ll meet with us there,” Thalia said. Despite her height –not quite as tall as Phoebe but still rather formidable– she crossed the fence with surprising agility. “But it’s on us to get to New York.”

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As they walked towards the rendezvous place –a lively piazza with a full children’s playground–, Bianca asked how long the trip to New York would take. She guessed they wouldn’t be walking, but even so, the journey to California had taken ages (and she had only been there for half that time).

Phoebe smiled. “We cannot answer that question. It might take a week or a month.”

“It’s around 23 hundred miles,” Thalia offered unhelpfully.

“Close to 37 hundred kilometres,” Ludovica translated.

Geography wasn’t Bianca’s strong suit, but she was sure that was enough to cross most of Europe East to West.

They arrived at the piazza. The Hunters had spread out. Some had invaded the swings; a couple of them were trying to keep a see-saw horizontal while balancing precariously on each end; and some were simply hiding from the early afternoon sun under the shadow of a big old tree.

Thalia stood on the stone-edge of a fountain, in the middle of the park and clapped her hands loudly.

The Hunters gathered around her like devout followers listening to a sermon.

“Right ladies, I've got some bad news,” the daughter of Zeus started. “The Labyrinth door is still there. I doubt it’ll budge no matter how much dynamite Miss La Rue drops on it. The good side of this is that it’s not our problem right now. Our plan is to go to New York to meet with Lady Artemis at our earliest convenience.”

“Not Camp surely?” Scoffed Edwina, a wayward English girl who’d left her aristocratic family in the mid 19th century.

“I never said we were going to Camp,” Thalia clarified. “We can stay close to the city. It’s likely that’s where Lady Artemis will meet us.”

The girls looked relieved at that.

Bianca didn’t understand why they disliked Camp Half-Blood so much. Many of them had been there at some point or another. Besides, she was sure it was the campers who should feel uneasy around them, not the other way around. But she said nothing.

She wished they’d be a little more open to the idea, however. She guessed if she wanted to find Nico soon, she’d need help from Camp. She supposed she could always ask Thalia or Lady Artemis to go alone, but she wasn’t sure how that worked.

“How are we getting there?” Asked Greta, a pink-cheeked girl of about 16 who was always smiling.

“Greyhound bus.”

“All of us?”

“Yeah,” Thalia said. “We’ll pretend we’re a school group. We’re on our way to a camping trip.”

The girls looked unimpressed by the choice. Bianca guessed it wasn’t very creative but it was effective enough. Most of them could pass for school-aged students and the older Hunters could play the role of chaperone.

The bus station wasn’t far. Bianca stayed close to Ludovica the whole way. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the rest, but she could feel their stares, and it made her self-conscious.

When they got there, she saw Thalia in the ticket line. She spoke swiftly to the man at the counter. He didn’t look very suspicious but he said something that made Thalia frown.

After a couple of head shakes and an exasperated sigh by their lieutenant, Thalia returned.

“We’ll have to wait two hours,” she said with apparent irritation. “I hate waiting.”

Some of the girls smiled. Bianca guessed Thalia wasn’t known for her patience.

“Right, anyway,” Thalia’s voice turned back into leader-mode. “Don’t stray too far. I want you back by twenty past 5, okay?”

The girls dispersed. Thalia sat down heavily next to Bianca.

“I hate waiting,” she repeated. “That bastard wouldn’t give me tickets for the bus leaving right now because they’d have to delay it for what? Five minutes? Ridiculous.”

“Why don’t you go for a walk?” Ludovica suggested. “It may help calm your nerves.”

Thalia frowned. “I’m not nervous. I just don’t like being cooped up here. I don’t want to leave though. I’ve never been good with time, the chances are I’ll lose track of it and come back at twenty past 5 am.”

Bianca nodded, she could empathise with that. She’d never been good at measuring time either. An hour could feel like five minutes or a whole eternity to her.

She saw Thalia twirl something in her hand.

“What’s that?” She asked.

Thalia showed her the plastic rectangle. “Credit card. Fees go straight to Olympus.”

The last bit she said with a smirk.

“And you can use that whenever you want?” Bianca tried not to sound too skeptical.

Ludovica smiled. “No, she can’t. But sometimes, for transportation and whatnot, the gods give us a hand.”

“My father owes me 19 years of child support,” Thalia added. “I deserve a little comfort. Lady Artemis wouldn’t let me buy that chimera, though, remember?”

Ludovica laughed. “She said you would forget to feed it.”

“I thought it was a reasonable purchase,” Thalia argued amicably. “We could have trained it to eat Luke’s head off. Imagine the trouble we could have saved.”

Ludovica was about to say something else but Thalia put one of her hands over hers. The humour had left her eyes, and her muscles had tensed.

“Do you see that woman over there?” She asked in a low voice.

Bianca and Ludovica turned subtly. Indeed, an older lady was leaning on her cane by the snack machine. She wasn’t really looking at the food, and something about her made Bianca wary.

“That is a Fury.”

#bianca di angelo #thalia grace #phoebe pjo #hunters of artemis #pjo #riordanverse #mis fics #il minuetto

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lilislegacy · 24 days

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percy and annabeth: *fully clothed, innocently cuddling, both sound asleep*

frank:

#i hope he actually walks in on them one day #can we make that an HC?#i said what i said #i should probably take it back #but i don’t #hehe #percy jackson #percabeth #pjo #heroes of olympus #annabeth chase #frank zhang #mark of athena #friends #mondler #phoebe buffay

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queenie-blackthorn · 7 months

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why did this quote from blood of olympus just delete itself from my brain:

#its like the story of some of the most impactful relationships ive had #but i completely like ??#forgot it ??#its phoebe who said it btw #when she was speaking abt the story of orion and artemis #percy jackson #pjo hoo toa #heroes of olympus #pjo series #hoo #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #trials of apollo

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apollosgiftofprophecy · 6 months

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ToA Theory 1 - Apollo's Waking Visions

First official theory post, here we go! :D

Alright. So. After rereading The Dark Prophecy, I started wondering about something. In TDP, Apollo experiences waking visions, where he conks out for a bit and has prophetic visions.

I found this interesting because, well...isn't Apollo supposed to be cut off from prophecy? With Python back in control of Delphi?

Because think about it. Python controls Delphi, the root of all earthly prophecy. This would include Dodona, Trophonius, Herophile, and Sibyl - sure, they aren't strictly connected to Delphi, but it's pretty heavily stated that Delphi just straight-up Makes The Future. It's prophecies are The Big Deal and you Should Listen.

Meanwhile the other Oracles seem more guiding and "beware!" instead of "this is how it's gonna be".

(sidenote: found out there are MORE oracles and I wanna know WHERE THEY ARE IN RRVERSE CANON because I want my boy Branchus okay??? Okay. Branchus's oracle was second only to Delphi let's give Apollo's first boyfriend the attention he deserves!)

So of course, like all great members of this fandom, I started thinking.

Let's do a little family history first. ;)

Buckle up. We go down a deep rabbit hole 😎

Apollo and Artemis are twins, born to Leto and Zeus. Zeus's parents are Kronos and Rhea. Leto's are Koios and Phoebe.

Rhea has connections to Dodona, as we learn in-series, but she doesn't really seem to be all that involved with prophecy.

Her siblings, meanwhile...ho ho ho, they are a WHOLE NOTHER STORY!

Let's start with Phoebe. Phoebe, like all first generation Titans, is the daughter of Gaea and Ouranos. She married her brother Koios. Her children consist of Asteria, Lelantos, and Leto. As well as Artemis and Apollo, her other two grandchildren are Hecate (Asteria) and Aura (Lelantos).

Her name means "bright" and is the root of Apollo's most famous epithet - Phoebus. She is often described as "golden-crowned" and is the Titan of bright intellect, the overseer of Earthly Prophecies, and is the second guardian of Delphi, after her sister Themis. She gifted Delphi to Apollo for his birthday after he defeated Python.

Classic grandmother move.

Anyway. There's a bit of Phoebe lore. Time for her elusive husband :3

Koios. His names means "question" or "questioning", probably because he's the Titan of inquiring intellect. He's also the overseer of Heavenly Prophecies, and has an oracle up in the North Pole guarded by an earth-dragon - you'd know this serpent by the name of Draco, the constellation btw. Additionally, Hyperborea (where Apollo goes in the winter times) is part of his domain.

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Unfortunately, we have very little mythological lore on these two, and even less in the RRverse (I cling to that one (1) Koios scene) which sucks because I love them already BUT it does give me lots of legroom to mess around with canon >:)

Back to the theory now. As you may have guessed, I'll be taking us in a direction concerning Apollo's mysterious grandparents. But what does this have to do with Apollo's visions?

Well. Remember when I mentioned that Delphi is the root of all earthly prophecies?

...look at Phoebe's paragraphs. She's the overseer of Earthly Prophecies, right? So it makes sense she's been affected by Python's takeover too.

(if you've read my fics you'd know this already lmao)

Asteria, Apollo's aunt, is a little trickier. She, too, has a hand in divination, but mainly through the night/stars and dreams. <-will come back to that later.

Koios, again, is overseer of Heavenly Prophecies, and is heavily implied to be able to commune with Ouranos's spirit. This is, apparently, a Big Deal because nobody else is mentioned to be able to do this.

...Except...remember this throwaway line in The Hidden Oracle?

^Apollo can see Ouranos too.

Within this theory is a sub-theory, so to speak - that immortals with the gift of prophecy can see Ouranos, since they can see what cannot be seen. This would include Phoebe, Asteria, Koios, and Apollo.

And it'll make sense why they'd keep it to themselves. Kronos wouldn't have been happy to hear his dad was still around. Neither would Zeus, for that matter.

So here I was. Contemplating. Wrote a few fics based around this idea. And one in particular got me thinking (fic in question being When The Stars Align), and a little ways down the road I realized something.

If Phoebe, the overseer of Earthly Prophecies, would have been affected by Python's takeover...was Koios? Could he even be affected?

Because here's the deal: Koios is the overseer of Heavenly Prophecies. Prophecies from the Sky.

Phoebe's are of the Earth - the Earth that Python has taken control of. And Delphi is the root of Earthly Prophecies - not Heavenly.

That would be Koios's oracle, up in the North Pole with Draco.

...So that means Heavenly Prophecy must have still been in business during ToA.

But then comes the question: If it was still within the gods' control, why didn't they use it?

Well...Draco's there, for one. He's probably the Python-equivalent of the North, and clearly he's still there since no myth has spoken of his death (that I know of).

If you ask me, I just think the gods are too nervous/afraid to try Koios's oracle. They were too scared to face Python, after all, until Apollo arrived. I think they'd be scared of a serpent who comes and goes from the stars as he pleases.

And as for why Apollo hasn't done anything about it...well, I think his fight with Python left him rather scarred, don't you think? He probably went "yeah grandma's oracle is enough" and the only time he ever got close to Koios's was during his time in Hyperborea.

So getting back to the main theory now. (So many rabbit holes to dive into with this post. The ADHD Urge is real)

Since Heavenly Prophecies is still active, but Earthly is in Python's control, I conclude Apollo's visions come from the Heavenly source.

Could they have come from the now-working Dodona? Maybe. But Dodona's all about those windchimes and trees. It doesn't have the Vibe, so to speak, for granting visions.

And remember. Trophonius, Herophile, and Sibyl aren't destroyed/freed yet. They have Zero connection to Apollo at this point because Python cut him off from them.

...but he didn't from the North. From Koios's divine power.

Because remember. Apollo is the god of prophecy.

Not of Earthly Prophecies, like Phoebe.

Not of Heavenly Prophecies, like Koios.

Not of nighttime divination and dreams like Asteria.

Of. Prophecy.

Prophecy as a whole. The entirety. The whole enchilada.

Every part of prophecy he's the god of, be it tarot cards to the Oracle of Delphi itself.

In my opinion, I think whatever Koios's Oracle is, it has just as must power as Delphi. The only problem was that...everybody just left it be. Nobody considered it because:

1) scary dragon

2) scary titan ruled the place

3) honestly at this point I think it's just straight-up forgotten about. Like Branchus's Oracle. I think at one point Apollo himself mentions there are other Oracles besides the ones in-series, but there's so many that his mortal brain cannot comprehend how many.

If the Grove of Dodona nearly faded into obscurity, then I think it's entirely possible Koios's Oracle was forgotten about (or so we think...I'm gonna be chewing on this for a while.)

Coming back round to TDP...I think this is a reasonable explanation about Apollo's visions. To summarize:

Apollo is cut off from Earthly Prophecy, his usual source of foresight that he gets from Phoebe

The unused, near-forgotten-about Heavenly Prophecy side of Apollo ignites to steer him on the right path

This is possible because Apollo is the god of prophecy itself, and not a single subset of prophecy, so he's not limited in the same way Phoebe is

Koios's Oracle is still out there and kicking and I will die on this hill

One problem. What about Asteria? She can interpret the future from the stars...aka the Sky. Like Koios. So couldn't she provide some insight to the future, since she, too, is connected to Heavenly Prophecy?

This is where things get a lil' tricky. And where I really slap on my tinfoil hat and start headcanoning my way through lmao

Basically, I think that since Asteria became the island of Delos (long story) a good chunk of her power is ingrained there. She's not as strong as she used to be, so her foresight isn't as strong.

This, in turn, I think could also serve as a reason why Koios's Oracle is "asleep" so to speak and nearly lost to memory in the RRverse - in fact, I think Asteria and Phoebe are the only ones who bother to remember its existence.

And Leto, of course. But I don't think she wants her son to know of another Oracle with a giant snake guarding it. She's had enough heart-attacks, thank you.

(Same with Lelantos, tbh.)

Canon is my sandbox and I am making some sweet sandcastles out of it XD

TL;DR

Apollo's visions in TDP stem from Koios's source of Heaven Prophecy because Phoebe's source of Earthly Prophecy (Delphi) has been taken over by Python. Koios's source firmly knocks on Apollo's mental doors and decides to kick back into gear to help its titular patron's grandson out. Because Apollo is the god of prophecy itself - every bit of it.

Extras:

I find it fascinating how magic and prophecy are both part of the same family tree (Hecate & Apollo).

and yes. You should expect a fic concerning Koios's Oracle at some point. but no promises on when :3

Thank you for coming to Insane Theory Time With Alder. I hope there will be more lmao

Websites you can look into:

Koios (Theoi)

Phoebe (Theoi)

Hyperborea (Theoi)

#toa theory #ramblings of an oracle #the trials of apollo #trials of apollo #toa #apollo #phoebe the titan #koios #asteria #python #pjo apollo #pjo koios #pjo asteria #pjo python #toa python #toa apollo #pjo hoo toa #percy jackon and the olympians #the heroes of olympus

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streaminn · 9 months

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Masterlist!

Au's are listed from light to dark (in tone):

Blanket - Wednesday is a solitary prickly raven, it doesn't stop the nightshades from wanting to be friends though. When finally allowed to see the apartment, nightshades meet the hulking beast of Wednesday's roommate who isn't afraid to curl up in their murderous friend's space to sleep. It wouldn't be too surprising if Wednesday didn't just as easily initiate and reciprocate the affection.

Fluffy asf, Enid walks around in a blanket in the mornings and set in college with nosy nightshades.

Streamer Enid - Wenclair are married! Wednesday is a world renown horror author and actress. Enid is known as Endespair, an outcast streamer who simps over Wednesday Addams.

Post canon! Usually fluff with secret identity + social media shenanigans

Coffee (started by @theblackwolfalpha) - Enid's the owner of a coffee shop nearby. Lowkey looks like a front for a drug shop and Wednesday is the ceo enamored with the owner coffee. But being enamored doesn't stop the fact that Wednesday always looks ready to kill someone and now Enid's a worried worker.

Fluffy asf, theyre adults and Wednesday is awkward to hell and back. Enid's just vibing and working, wondering if weds is a serial killer

Demon Baby - Enid finds a demon baby in college, gets bonded with said Baby and Wednesday is the demon out to kill the baby. Somehow they end up living together and playing house.

Fluffy asf with suggestive works bc they're adults and lowkey married

She's the man - Enid is a sheltered teen who has to crossdress as her brother for reasons and attends nevermore for senior year. She figures herself out and ends up growing closer to how she is in canon! Wednesday has a crush on Enid, actually everybody has a crush on enid because she's nice. Wenclair is endgame though.

Has omegaverse themes for werewolf lore. Crack treated seriously

Hockey Enid - Wenclair meet one time as children in the winter. They grow close until Enid has to skeddadle away. Wednesday teaches Enid how to ice skate and now they're both grown ups pining over their childhood sweethearts. Enid thinks Wednesday hates her for leaving, Wednesday is simply awkward and really loves Enid. She loves her enough that she writes hockey RPF about a self insert and Enid. Enid finds this out and tries to court Wednesday with the fic as a reference.

Wednesday is a figure skater with Divina and Enid is hockey player with Yoko, they meet again because Yokovina are dating

crack treated seriously + mutual pining with misunderstandings

Jericho Online - Wenclair are childhood friends who met in this mmorpg game. Enid ghosts Wednesday for reasons as a preteen and in basic Wednesday fashion, grows a grudge because her digital wife straight up abandoned her. Adult Enid is a college student studying criminology and ends up logging in after so long. Wednesday is a streamer who was live when this happens and the two reunite in game after years.

Mutual pining and petty Wednesday, featuring a downbad chat.

Isekai - Enid gets yeeted into an isekai world as a preteen, she has characteristics of a werewolf similar to canon and fucks up the storyline by making the addams family more socially aware. Enid is a little shit of a butler and wednesday is an spoilt princess who wants her to herself.

Lowkey crack treated seriously with mutual pining wenclair

Parasyte - its a damn au, idk how to explain this. Enid gets smacked with a curse where her wolf instincts/negative feelings get manifested as this little symbiote-esque creature named Nine. She has to play impulse control while having a crush on Wednesday.

Spider Enid - Enid is spiderman. She goes by Beast to enemies or Fluffy to children. Wendesday is black cat stealing addams artifacts to make sure it doesn't land in bad hands. Enid has a crush on wednesday since they were children and Wednesday knows that Enid is spider man, she takes that opportunity to tease her with the mask.

Pining wenclair set in highschool with secret identity shenanigans.

PJO - Being a demigod is damn tiring but surprisingly Enid is alive at the ripe age of 30 smth. She has a lil found family and a cafe, so she's happy and oh? Whats a goddess doing here? Wednesday is the goddess of death and Enid is the reincarnation of her first love.

Slice of life, found family and a fuck ton of angst in Enid's backstory but overall pretty chill

Reincarnation - Wenclair are reincarnations of Goody and her beau Rosaline. Enid is haunted by nightmares and Wednesday keeps getting way too fluffy dreams of a smiling werewolf. Enid is all the more clingy to wednesday because she helps her sleep better.

fluffy, bother to lover wenclair with dark undertones but nothing too big

Military School - Post canon, Enid gets sent to a military school after imprinting on Wednesday during the hug. It takes a year or so until they get a chance to reunite but both are different. Wednesday is all the more open to make up for enid's absence and Enid wilting into a shadow of herself at the loss of Wednesday.

They meet again at an international outcast school tournament and Enid is distressed because Wednesday looks like she forgot about her. So she's bitter and plans to win the tournament to prove a point. Wednesday is lovestruck and simply happy to see Enid.

Friends to enemies? (more bitter rivals on enid's end) to lovers wenclair. Omegaverse (non sexual), dehumanizing and violent themes with focus more on werewolf lore

Tongues & Teeth - Post canon, takes place in the second semester after the nevermore break. Something happened to Enid during the winter and she's different when she comes back. All you need to know is that Enid wants Wednesday and she'll do anything for that.

Mutual pining wenclair but neither of them know. Dark themes are more prominent here.

Bodyguard Enid - Wednesday doesn't come back after season 1 and Enid is distraught because they're mates + separation anxiety. A decade passes and Enid is given the opportunity to guard Author Wednesday. Alot of pining, longing and pretty angsty in Enid's end.

Adult themes like violent thoughts, horrible coping mechanisms and more are here

Streamer Wednesday - same nevermore years as streamer enid. Wednesday streams herself writing and outcasts are more feared so now chat is worried about the werewolf lurking around in the back.

Wenclair are in a codependent relationship so there are adult + serious themes

Eldritch Farm - Enid and yoko are women set in medieval times who wake up to a life where they have wives. It freaks them out but they're rolling with it. Enid is a farmer, yoko is a winemaker.

Adult themes here because eldritch beings are terrifying. Usually hidden by fluff and slice of life.

Devotion - Enid is stuck at home, Wednesday is an eldritch being tethered to enid. Enid is going insane with every ritual she has to do but she's in love so likeee

Adult and dark themes, Wednesday is crazy

Stalker Enid - Enid admires wednesday alot, enough to start taking pictures to appreciate this new addition to her life. Enid is lowkey insane but wednesday is surprisingly into it. Enid is also a touch delusional.

dark themes for obsessive behavior but wholesome for some reason. Delves into how Enid didn't mean for it to escalate but it does bc that's just how stalkers are.

Scent Blind - College wenclair set in omegaverse. Enid is a beta built like an alpha. She has the equipment but she can't leave the marks nor has the same amount of virility. Wednesday is an omega with too sensitive of a nose. They're friends with benefits because wednesday says she wants the heat to pass faster, Enid agrees because its better to be intimate with wednesday then nothing.

sexual acts and themes, set in omegaverse but alot of feels and sentimental thoughts

Priest - Enid is a holy apprentice/priest and Wednesday is a demon. Wendesday wants to corrupt Enid and Enid wants to hold hands with the new pretty girl in town

not that dark, but it sure is sexual because wednesday is using lust as her main form of temptation before changing tactics the closer they get

Ortegaverse, otherwise known as Enid x... Ships are in order from when it happened:

Can also include just content with Enid x character!

Enid x phoebe - in junior year during winter break, Enid stays in nevermore due to straining family relations and meets phoebe a year before babysitter: the killer queen happens. They get close and Enid gets her first girlfriend and first heartbreak because phoebe leaves without warning by the time the new year comes.

Enid x tara - in the first semester break of senior year, Enid spends the time in new York where she gets decked by Tara after being confused for one of the ghostfaces tailing her. Short yet intense romance that lasts about a week or two where Enid goes through the shit in scream 6 with Tara. They couldn't work out because Tara had things to sort out and she didn't think it would be fair for Enid.

There's like, a whole debacle nearing the end of senior year where phoebe and Tara goes to Nevermore to see if they can have a chance with Enid but we're ignoring that so i can explain the rest of the ships.

Enid x Wednesday - after graduation, Enid spends the summer with the Addams in their manor. It's there that she gets really close with Wednesday, however feeling guilty because she's free loading, she runs away to gather as much money she could to pay them back. Wednesday is not happy with that and thus starts a chase that Enid is not even aware off.

Enid x vada - a few years after Enid decides to skedaddle from the Addams, she stumbles across a coffee shop and meets Vada. They end up rooming with each other for a bit but they both had their own issues and Enid is still sore about free loading and thinking that she isn't worthy to basically barge in someone's life like this.

Enid x lorraine - after the whole Vada fiasco, Enid is running low on money and stops by the day farm to recuperate for a bit before leaving. She somehow gets roped into being their farm hand and she ends up growing closer to the Day family's daughter, Lorraine. Except... This is in nowhere of Houston and outcasts are still seen as demons to most normies. After the events of X, Enid is once again on the run after she turns to save Lorraine

Enid x Mabel - twenty five and on the run, enid stumbles across drug dealer Mabel. On the run from the darker sides of life, the two get married!! they're very very healthy and actually have a child named May!

Everything is totally okay from here onward

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caleohateclub · 4 days

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I heard about the question "Which two friends from FRIENDS were the least close?" (I don't care what Youtube says, it was definitely Chandler and Phoebe)

So I'm wondering which pair of the Seven were the least close.

#anyways i think it's chandler & phoebe and jason & hazel #percy jackson #pjo #heroes of olympus #leo valdez #jason grace #hoo #pjo hoo toa #hazel levesque #annabeth chase #frank zhang #piper mclean #the seven

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tsarisfanfiction · 29 days

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Ghostly Reinforcements

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Teen Genre: Family/Hurt/Comfort Characters: Lee, Apollo, Diana Tarquin was mutilating and disrespecting Hades' domain. Hades decided he wasn't going to stand for it. TOApril day 13 - Curse of Eternal Youth. Twisting this prompt dramatically here until it basically means "Apollo's Dead Kids". Vague what-if scenario I've toyed with in my mind for a while, where Hades/Pluto decides he's had enough of all the undead hanging around in TTT and does something about it.

There was something about being back in the Overworld that felt wrong, for all that he had used to live there. Once upon a time, the Overworld was home, was normal, was where his soul felt settled and comfortable. Now, it wasn’t. Now his soul fidgeted, uncomfortable with the large expanse of sky above him, the sensation of the wind brushing past him, with earth below his feet. Everything felt weird and displaced.

But it made sense.

After all, he was dead, and the dead didn’t visit the Overworld. Eurydice had tried, with the help of Orpheus, but he’d failed and she’d been sent straight back to her forever home in the Underworld. No-one else had even come that close, until now.

Hades was furious about something. He didn’t know what, wasn’t privy to exactly what his god and king had been so provoked by, but he knew enough.

Lee knew that his dad needed help, and that was all he needed to know.

There was an army of them, familiar faces to him. Some of them he’d known while he was alive, several were his siblings, or his friends, people that had died both before and after him during the titan war, and whatever had gone on after that. Some of them he’d only met in Elysium, others considered heroes by the standards of the Underworld.

He was directly flanked by his siblings – Michael was almost his age, having almost closed the gap between them and dying only two months younger than the age Lee had been when he’d found himself on the bank of the Styx with the heart-wrenching knowledge that he wasn’t going to make it to adulthood after all, that his dreams had been crushed underneath a giant’s club. There were Hunters he recognised, too.

Lee had never known for certain that the red-headed girl, Phoebe, had been his sister. Not while they were still alive. She’d admitted it when he’d met her in Elysium, and it had made so much sense. She and Michael still didn’t get on – but here they were, both in the army Hades had raised.

It was a huge army, but still barely a fraction of the residents of Elysium, and it hadn’t escaped Lee’s notice that so many of them were somehow connected to Apollo. Children, lovers, other descendants – legacies, they called themselves.

Over the millennium, Apollo had made more mortal bonds than Lee would ever have been able to comprehend while he was still alive. Now that he was dead, it was one of those things that settled in the back of his mind with a quiet of course and no need to think about it further. It was simply a fact.

And now, they’d been unleashed.

It was temporary, Hades had stressed. There was a matter that required his intervention at Camp Jupiter – another of those quiet of courses that would have sent living!Lee into a headspin but now sat simply as a fact of existence – and for that intervention to occur, he was sending warriors to deal with it.

Their march was a mishmash of styles. Romans settled into cohorts, Greeks scattered into whatever groups and arrangements made sense to them. People who were neither found their own thing, too, as they all adjusted to the bizarreness that was being back in the Overworld. For some of them, it had been millennia.

Time didn’t mean anything in the Underworld, not to the dead, but Lee knew it hadn’t been too long since he’d died. The young, most-recently dead of all of them had had enough time to confirm that before he took his place near the head of the army, with the other Romans.

Camp Jupiter was burning, but that didn’t matter to the dead. They didn’t have lungs that cared about smoke, or hearts to pump oxygen around their bodies. They didn’t have bodies the way that the living did, something that instead seemed translucent under the light of the sun, even though they could interact with the Overworld, a little bit.

It took effort, but the dead didn’t know exhaustion so that didn’t matter as they advanced, falling upon the army trying to raise the Roman camp to the ground and charging through them.

They could interact enough to kill.

The living couldn’t touch them.

Defeated monsters faded to Tartarus before they could lash out, and the souls of the defeated mortals, well. Clearly Hades was keeping a close eye on things, because the souls of the slain Romans joined their ranks and threw themselves back into battle with a vengeance when death didn’t stop them.

Thanatos was whisking away the dead mortals of the Triumvirate before they had a chance to try and keep their own war going.

The reinforcements of Artemis – Diana – and her Hunters simply sealed the deal. The goddess herself disappeared deep into the heart of the city, and Thalia barely blinked as her dead sisters of silver rejoined her ranks, fitting seamlessly back into the Hunt as though they’d never left. Romans gradually slipped back into their own cohorts, and Hades’ army of the dead gradually dispersed throughout the battle until it was over.

It was the first time Lee had made it all the way through a battle, he realised with some bemusement, but being near-untouchable and already-dead was rather a cheat. The dead pulled their weight as the fighting faded to be replaced with clean-up, pulling bodies to where they needed to be and searching for cowering survivors from both sides (there were children, in the city, children that the Triumvirate had been willing to slaughter alongside the warriors).

Lee wanted to say it was an accident when he stumbled into a bookshop, but while it hadn’t been his intent he didn’t think it was a coincidence, either. The silver-gold eyes of the twelve-year-old goddess that showed nothing but expectation when he accidently met them all but confirmed that something had pushed him there.

Some things didn’t need to be thought about.

“Lee?”

His name was a broken gasp, coming from a scruffy-looking teenager that Lee had never seen before in his life and who certainly looked like he’d seen better days. Actually, the only one in the room he did recognise was Diana herself; the other girls were also strangers, to him, but at least they were also eyeing him like he was a stranger.

The younger girl was eyeing him like an enemy, and Lee distinctly hoped she wasn’t about to try and kill him for a second time.

He was more interested in the teenage boy staring at him like he’d seen, well, a ghost, and the face was unfamiliar but there was something his eyes that wasn’t.

When the boy’s knees buckled, Lee surged forwards, and caught his elbows. It took all of his focus to not drop him, and the sudden movement from the other girls – excluding Diana, who seemed content to simply watch – implied he’d startled them.

Their weapons went straight through him, and he ignored them.

“Hi, Dad,” he said, because there wasn’t anyone else the teenager could be, even if he was all wrong for Apollo.

Lee was all wrong, now, too.

“What- How-?”

“Pluto took exception to Tarquin’s encroaching upon his domain,” Diana said. “My Hunters were not your only reinforcements.”

The black girl’s shoulders slumped in relief, and Lee realised there was something familiar about her, too. Not her face – he had never met the girl before, in either his life or his afterlife – but her soul.

“Father couldn’t have given me a warning?” she wondered, clicking the familiarity into place, because she felt like Underworld. Not the same way the dead did, but like their Lord did.

Lee fell to his knees, too, lowering his father the rest of the way down in the process. “My Lady,” fell out from his mouth without his control, because she was still living but her father was his Lord, and it was ingrained.

She looked flustered, and he felt a little bad about that.

“So what, you’re another zombie but on Apollo’s side?” the other girl, the one that looked a similar age to Diana but was probably actually that age asked. She sounded like she was trying to be dismissive, but Lee had spent years with Michael and still had eternity to go with his prickly younger brother. If she genuinely didn’t care, he would eat his arrows.

“I’m dead, not undead,” he corrected, and hated how Apollo flinched when he said it. “But yes. I was on Dad’s side when I was living, and I’ll stay on his side now.”

“Unless that’s overridden by Pluto,” Diana reminded him, and it was Lee’s turn to flinch, because it was true – Hades was his god, now, and obeying him was in his being just the same kneeling for his daughter was.

Being dead was a freedom that only lasted as long as his god decreed, even for souls in Elysium.

Apollo burst into tears.

Lee had to concentrate hard, as his father wrapped him up in a solid embrace, to make sure they didn’t slip through each other. The dead and the living were not meant to interact, not like this, and Apollo wasn’t quite a god.

The glimmer was there, deep inside him – so deep that Lee couldn’t see it, only knew it was there because if it wasn’t then no amount of Lee’s concentrating would have let the hug work – but he was overwhelmingly human and that made it hard to touch.

But not even the gods came into Elysium, so this was still more than Lee had had since he’d died.

Diana permitted the reunion for a few moments, before heading for the door. “This place still smells of burnt Cyclops,” she said, and swept out, her wolves – which Lee had barely noticed until they brushed past him – following.

“C’mon,” the younger girl said. “Let’s go, dummy.”

Lee didn’t like anyone calling his dad dummy, but Apollo’s next sob almost sounded like a chuckle, and Lee knew he didn’t know enough about any of this to judge.

“How long are you here?” his dad asked as he pulled himself to his feet – somewhat aided by the impatient tugging of the girl.

Lee shrugged. “Until Hades recalls us,” he assumed, and Apollo’s head snapped around as fast as a giant’s club falling into a skull.

“Us?”

Lee gave him a gentle smile. “Yeah,” he said. “Us.”

He wasn’t surprised when Apollo bolted for the door, although he was surprised enough at the teenage body trying to grab him in the process that he didn’t manage to let the contact stick. Fresh tears welled up in Apollo’s eyes as his arm passed straight through him, and Lee immediately lurched forwards to grab his wrist.

“Sorry,” he said as they walked out, the two girls following closely behind them. Ahead, Diana was waiting in the street, arms crossed. “I have to focus.”

“It- it’s okay,” Apollo replied, his voice shaking in a way that said it wasn’t okay at all, but there was nothing Lee could do about it.

All he could do was stick close to Apollo as they headed for where the survivors – and the dead – were cleaning up – and savour the unexpected chance to interact with his dad one more time.

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