❝ The Beginning Of A Grand Prophecy ❞

           A story was written eons ago, a prophecy like nothing ever known. A game of blood and power carefully set up by the fates themselves. Gods and godlings are bound to either sacrifice or be sacrificed. The world might be damned for all eternity or be saved. It comes down to the hands of a girl. One day, the world will bow to her. Immortals shall die, fate will change, darkness shall ascend on the sun, those who were against her will perish, power will lose its fame, victory shall be defeated, ice-cold shall turn warm, tears shall turn to crystals, the stars will sing and constellations will shift. The heavens will ever be in debt to her.

One day, she will rise, strong as ever. She will do impossible things. But at what cost?

The darkest the sky has been in centuries, even the faintest of the stars were visible to the naked eye. It seemed as if the stars were giving a sign, but no one was observant enough to understand the mystery. The cold, windy temperature marked autumn's coming.

In the dark corners of the world, where prevailing darkness and promising danger lay awake, there stood an army of men and monsters and minor gods.

They were plotting against a child yet to be born, a child that will grow up to become their worst nightmare.

An inescapable destiny, it will be written down in history.

Years later

"Ow! Eric!" Aquila exclaimed, clutching her little toe. They were chasing each other down the hallways of the Johnson manor, in which Aquila stubbed her toe in one of the table's legs.

Eric laughed heartily. "Come get me!"

Aquila rubbed her tiny toe one more time before taking off on a sprint. Even though her left foot ached she paid it no attention. It was one of the many unusual things that she was capable of, she had great pain tolerance for a six-year-old.

Eric giggled and continued running towards the end of the hallway, that was when he collided with their father. Asher Johnson.

"Slow down little lads," he said, assessing them with a smile. "There is plenty of space for you to run around in the garden. I'm sure your grandfather would be upset if you accidentally knocked over one of his artifacts."

'But we didn't do anything," Eric chirped.

"I never blamed you, one can never be too careful,"

"But father," Aquila said with a hint of reluctance. "Mother won't let me play in the garden,"

"I'll take care of her, go along," he assured. Aquila smiled and made her way downstairs, followed by her brother and father. She was greeted with the sight of her mother on the sofa, reading the witch weekly. She looked up briefly, her deep green eyes staring right through Aquila, and then she resumed her reading.

"The kids are going to play in the garden," Asher announced. Taking a seat beside his wife.

The latter looked up again, she glanced at the clock and then fixed her eyes on her daughter.

"You have etiquette class in less than fifteen minutes, Aquila. I'm sure you don't want to play in the garden."

Aquila opened her mouth, but Eric beat her to it.

"Please, Mum!" He whined. "You never let her play with me in the garden,"

"Aquila, your grandmother won't mind if you go in a little early," she said lowly, ignoring Eric.

"Okay, Mother," was the only reply that her mother ever wanted. The only one that is acceptable.

Ellie Johnson nee Scott wasn't fond of her daughter. Because Aquila was her love child. She was not born to her and Asher but to her and another man she met in America.

The Scotts weren't any normal family, they were one of the oldest Pure-Blooded families in the wizarding community. They're everything that you imagine as a typical Pureblood; elegant, respected, and wealthy. The family's riches and reputation were widely spoken through the wizarding world.

When the Scotts sent their only daughter to America to explore the American wizarding community, Ellie went to a science exhibition where she met a handsome man. It was supposed to be a harmless date, a lovely night with a stranger, but they had gone too ahead of themselves and the rest is history.

The American stranger she fell in love with refused to marry her for unexplained reasons. One day he revealed something so unexpected that Ellie was forced to return to her home.

Ellie was pregnant, and her parents were disgusted to hear the news but decided to keep the child in fear of God. For it was forbidden to abort.

After a month of Aquila's birth, Ethan and Louella arranged a respectable marriage for their daughter, Ellie to Asher Johnson, a twenty-one-year-old man from a pure-blooded family of Johnson's. The wedding was held, vows were said and fates were tied.

Asher was informed of Aquila's birth as an unfortunate mistake that happened in America, as Ellie was cheated by her fiancé whom she was about to marry. The Johnsons were hesitant at first, but Asher accepted Aquila as her daughter and raised her. Later, Ellie was pregnant with her second child.

It was a baby boy, Ellie, and Asher were delighted as their child was born. Ellie loved her son from the deepest of her heart but resented Aquila. While Asher remained neutral. They decided to hide Aquila from the world in order not to ruin their high reputation.

Aquila strolled back to her bedroom. It was still early in the morning, the sunlight glared at her through the light curtains of the enormous window. She studied her bedroom for the millionth time. Massive and grand, with black wooden furniture, pale purple painted walls, and cream-white curtains framing the tall grey windows. The elegant chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

Her bedroom was huge to be defined as a bedroom but definitely small for the world. Yes, her bedroom was her world. She spent most of her time in it.

Aquila always felt like she was locked up inside these walls. Being a pureblood means you need to be resilient no matter what or how hard the rules are. Unfair, the word that perfectly describes her state, for someone who craves to be free the worst you could do to her is prohibit her from the outside world.

Aquila peeked out of her balcony and saw little birds sitting on the railing, she smiled and slowly approached them.

"Hello there," said Aquila softly, she extended her index finger, carefully so that she would not scare them away. The pair of birds, however, were unresponsive. When she got her finger too close, they flew away into the sky, Aquila watched them as they disappeared from her view, the bright sunlight illuminating her turquoise eyes.

What if I was a bird? wondered Aquila.

Her daydreaming was cut short by the squeaky voice of Lemon, the Scott family house-elf called her for etiquette lessons with her grandmother, Aquila smoothed the creases on her soft, pink dress and strode down the grand staircase. She absentmindedly walked towards the drawing room, lost in her own little world.

"Back to earth, young lady," the stern voice of her grandmother rang lowly, snapping Aquila out of her daze. She smiled sheepishly.

"Good morning, Grandma," said Aquila enthusiastically.

"Good morning, indeed," she said. "But before we indulge in a new topic I have a rule that you must follow from now,"

Little Aquila tilted her head.

"You won't play with Eric hereafter,"

"But why?"

"It's not great to look at you both shouting and chasing each other. You have grown up, Aquila, you have to start behaving maturely."

"I promise that we will play silently," Aquila tried.

"No, you can't play with him,"

That was it, the end of that conversation. Aquila didn't try to have the last word because she knew that was an impossible feat in this household. You just listen and obey. No talking back. She sighed quietly.

But then Ellie entered the drawing room, her heels clicking on the cold marble floor.

"Aquila has a visitor," was all she said to make the lines on her grandmother's head appear.

"What are you talking about?"

"Aquila needs to meet him," Her lips thinned into a line.

A minute of perplexed silence and then Ellie nodded at Aquila. A cue to follow her. Which she did, wordlessly.

Aquila thought this was funny because she had not seen anyone other than her family and maybe a couple of other people. She never had visitors, moreover, she was always in her room whenever there was a guest.

Aquila thought it was weird, to hide her away from the rest of the world. She once asked why and Ellie said the world is a dangerous place, and that she was being protected.

But what Aquila didn't understand was that Eric was not allowed to speak of her in front of other people. Only a dozen of people knew she existed, or at least saw her in person.

Curiosity crawled at Aquila, but she followed her mother down the stairs and into the drawing room.

She was greeted by the sight of a strange-looking man. He was tall and had a lean structure, he had pale skin and black messy ear-length hair. His eyes were like honey, with a golden glow. It seemed as if the cold atmosphere of the manor turned warm all of a sudden.

"Hello," he said, smiling.

His voice reminded Aquila of the summer breeze, warm and cozy. The insistent feeling of warmth and sun filled Aquila's senses and she doubted if it was because of the man, he didn't seem like any normal person.

"I'm Eurus," He said, holding out his hand. Aquila took it, for it was considered rude to refuse a handshake even from an enemy or stranger. It's not like she had given a lot of handshakes.

Aquila turned to look at Ellie. Her face was grim and dark, staring at the stranger with a stone-cold face. Ellie's expression of indifference didn't help her to understand what all of this was but whatever it was—it definitely wasn't pleasant. Noticing her presence,

"Come here, Aquila," said Asher in a soft voice. She did as she was told to.

He cleared his throat. "You've always wanted to explore the world, yes? We think it's time that you see the world,"

"But you said it was dangerous,"

"It is, but we now have someone to protect you out there,"

"Where am I going?" Aquila asked a hint of excitement in her voice.

"Somewhere beautiful, I promise it's going to be fantastic," Asher assured.

"When are we leaving?" Aquila couldn't contain her grin anymore.

"Not we, Aquila, you," Her mother said, and just like that, her grin faltered.

"What?"

"By the gods, please hurry, I have loads of work," Eurus groaned, clearly bored.

Ellie grabbed Aquila by her forearm and practically dragged her to her bedroom.

"Is this some sort of joke?" Aquila asked. Ellie shook her head.

"No,"

"But you won't even let me play in the garden, this is unbelievable,"

"If you are not interested in leaving, then just say it," Her mother snapped.

"I don't want to leave you, Father and Eric. I'd rather stay here,"

"We'll see each other soon,"

"When will I return here?" Ellie's lips parted, she pretended to think about it and finally decided to say,

"After a short while, I'm sure there are things that will keep you entertained enough that you'll eventually forget about us."

"Don't be silly, I have great memory," Aquila said.

Ellie rolled her eyes. "Right, you do,"

"Do you want to take anything from here?" She asked hastily,

She thought for a moment, scanning her bedroom to find anything. She spotted a framed picture of her and her brother, Eric. Her favorite novel of all-time 'All Praise Goes to the Dark'

"Is that everything?" Asked Ellie, her voice husky.

"I haven't packed,"

"That will be cared for, now, that's all?"

Aquila nodded. "Mother? Why didn't you tell me about this before?"

"We didn't expect him so soon,"

They strode downstairs, the next few minutes passed in such a haze that Aquila couldn't remember much. Her father offered her a small smile and waved his hand but said no parting word. Her mother was looking off into the distance surrounding the Johnson manor.

Ellie was afraid that someone would see a little girl leaving their house and would ask about it. Though there were no neighbors, the Johnson manor was located well into the County side of Wiltshire surrounded by tall trees. Aquila, of course, didn't understand much. She was still in a confused state, thinking this must be a prank.

"Let's go," Eurus said and held out his hand. Aquila studied his slender fingers, there was something strange about him. She took his hand suddenly she felt something pull her, an invisible force, it felt like someone tied a knot in Aquila's abdomen and pulled it with full force. She squeezed shut her eyes and only opened them when she was sure she was on stable ground. With the bright sun momentarily blinding her.

The Johnson Manor was always dark, even with massive chandeliers Aquila could tell that the walls radiated darkness. Once her eyes adjusted to the new environment she finally saw the world. Something unlike she'd ever seen.

~• Author's note • ~

My first language is not English and I'm in my teens, so there will be grammatical errors, but I believe it'll improve with time. This is my first fanfiction, hope you enjoy reading it!

Harry Potter, its characters, and its plot belong to J.K Rowling. Percy Jackson, its characters, and its plot belong to Rick Riordan, I only own my OCs and their side plots. There will be a few changes in both of the original stories.