I traveled with Nico for a couple weeks. And one night, I had another nightmare.
I was standing over Nico and mys' sleeping forms, which was sort of disconcerting. I remembered Carter and Sadie describing 'ba' trips on their recording, and looked down panickedly. I sighed in relief-I wasn't half chicken. "Being mainly Greek at this point, you don't abide by the Egyptian dividing of the soul anymore." Said a familiar voice from behind me.
I turned to see a 19-year-old girl in jeans and a t-shirt. "Mom. What are you doing here?"
She smiled warmly at me. "Are you aware that there is a war going on, my dear?"
"Yes. The war with the Titans." Nico had told me about the war.
"The war with Olympus." She corrected.
"What do you mean?"
Hebe pursed her lips. "Are you also aware of the Great Prophecy?"
I frowned. "No."
"Well, it says that the next child of the Eldest three gods, Zeus, Posiedon, or Hades, to reach the age of 16 will make a decision that either saves or destroys Olympus. That means either Nico, Thalia Grace,or Percy Jackson. It is unlikely that Thalia will be the chosen of the prophecy, considering she has taken the place of Zoe Nightshade as First Lieutenant of Artemis, and we cannot let it be Percy. He will surely save Olympus. "
"But isn't that a good thing?"
"Stella, Olympus has never appreciated the minor gods. I was there cupbearer a few millenia for goodness sakes. Kronos will give us equality. Even shares in the world. And all he asks of you-" she leaned towards me. "Convince Nico to join us. I sent you into the maze. I brought you here. Because I knew you could get close to him. Help us, my daughter. And maybe use your powers over the Olympians to disable them in battle. You would both be honored as heroes in the New Age."
I'll admit. For a moment, I actually considered it. I'd seen everything the Olympians had ever done, and they'd done some pretty terrible things.
But they also represented everything that was right with the world. "I can't. It's not right. And Nico would never join Kronos, no matter what I did."
"Are you sure? His father is given even less recognition then us." Hebe retorted.
"Ya, well Nico's not his father. And I'm not you. And how dare you manipulate us!"
My mother's expression turned furious. "You ungrateful little-"
Her eyes flashed and she probably would have turned me into a flower or something, but I flicked my wrist and prayed this would still work in a dream. I threw the contents of my open palm at Hebe. The orange Ribbons wrapped around my mother until she looked like a neon mummy. I heard muffled protests from behind the ribbons covering her face. Light shined through the cracks in the ribbons, and I knew she was revealing her true godly form, but it was useless.
"Sorry, mom. Shouldn't have chose the wrong side."