"Getting into more trouble ay Goodfellow?" Mabe asks.

"You know me." I shrug.

"You look like burnt charcoal." Mabe says.

"Ah well, I did just get hit by a thunderbolt." I say.

"From the youngest of the Gods and most powerful? Zeus himself, the thunder?" She asks.

"Maybe..." I say.

"Puck, I told you this meeting was bad." Nyx points out.

"And when do I ever listen?" I ask.

Bad? It wasn't bad at all. I thought it was going to be a lot worse. I'm surprised I made it out with only the blast of one sole thunderbolt. Zeus' rage is deep and bold. Poseidon has temper of instant cold. Hades has a mind of stone. If it feels like I'm rhyming- I am. Let's just say rhyming is what prophecy's live for. 

"Goodfellow, my friend, I would advise you to think before you act." Mabe says.

"And we both know I won't listen." I say.

Mabe toys with her golden bracelet. I look at her. Her eyes narrow.

"The prophecy." Mabe looks at me. 

"What?" I jump.

"You have to Tel us everything about this so-called prophecy." Mabe walks forward.

"Whaaa? Let's not dwell on the past. I never listen to oracles either way." I shrug.

"Puck, this is not the past. It is the coming dawn that everything will end." Mabe says. 

I let out a breath.

"Alright," I sigh.

I move my hand. The room dims. I summon my glamour to recite the ancient words:

𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔪𝔢.

𝔉𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔬𝔬𝔪

𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔤𝔬𝔩𝔡.

𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔬𝔩𝔡.

𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔨𝔢

𝔏𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔯𝔦𝔨𝔢

𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔡𝔞𝔴𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔰 𝔟𝔬𝔫𝔡

𝔉𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔦𝔤𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔪𝔟

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔥 𝔴𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱

𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔪𝔢

ℭ𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔠𝔬𝔞𝔩

𝔘𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔠𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢

𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔬𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡