The next morning, news of Luke's claim spread through the camp like Greek fire. Everyone whispered as he sat down. Being claimed by a primordial god was not normal - in fact, it had never happened before.
Nevertheless, Chiron allowed him to stay, although no one knew exactly which chalet he should sleep in. Hades' cottage? Hermes'? In the end, Nico di Angelo suggested that he stay in Hades' Chalet, since Hades and Nyx were close relatives.
"But relax," said Nico, giving him a dark look. "The children of dark gods are never welcome."
Great. As if the situation wasn't bad enough.
That evening, Lucas was called to a meeting at the Oracle Pavilion. Annabeth, Chiron, Will, Nico and even Percy were there.
Then Rachel Elizabeth Dare, from the Oracle of Delphi, walked in. Her eyes glowed a ghostly green, and her voice echoed through the hall:
"From the shadows of the night a son has emerged,
Brought from a world where fate has fled.
Between the living and the dead, his step is uncertain,
But on the fallen star his fate will be sealed.
If the darkness does not embrace him, it will consume him."
The prophecy dissipated, and Rachel fell to the ground, exhausted.
Everyone looked at each other.
Lucas felt his heart race.
He didn't know why he would be Nyx's son, but one thing was certain:
Fate had brought him to this world for a reason.
And he had to find out before it was too late.