Daughter of Poseidon123
A half-blood of the eldest gods
Shall reach seixteen against all odds
And see the world in endless sleep
The Hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap
A single choice shall end his days
Olympus to preserve or raze.
Seven half-bloods shall answer the call
To storm or fire the world must fall
An oath to keep with final breath
and foes bear arms at the doors of Death.