Prophecy of the Seven Seven half-bloods shall answer the call. To storm or fire the world must fall. An oath to keep with a final breath, And foes bear arms to the doors of death. Pin this if you know the whole thing by heart.
“Wisdom’s daughter walks alone, The Mark of Athena burns through Rome. Twins snuff out the angel’s breath, Who holds the key to endless death. Giants’ bane stands gold and pale, Won through pain from a woven jail.” (Mark of Athena)