But it’s too late. Her eyes darken and she does her dreaded arm cross.

Athena chuckles at me before leading the way out of the War Room.

"Visions don’t foretell the future,” Athena says. “They just predict it.”

Athena’s eyes are filled with sympathy as she nods. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs, resting a hand on my shoulder.

Six incredibly long and uncomfortable hours later, Chiron, Athena, and Apollo wrap up their final topic of the day.