"What happened?" Apollo asked with worry in his eyes.
"You know how I have the Achilles cruse?" They all nodded so I continued."My Achilles spot I in my lower back and with my bad luck, I got a sword in my Achilles spot," I answered very weakly.
There was silence until my dad broke it.
"I hate to ask this but shouldn't he be dead by now?"he asked.
The fates all spoke in unison, " Yes but he has great potential to save Olympus and he is the child of the great prophecy."
Hades came up to me, touched my forehead and said, "If there is any way to save him than you better hurry up. He is fading fast."
"There is one way to save him and we think that he is defiantly worthy." The ugliest fate said.
To my surprise, this is what I heard from Zeus, "It is our only option and ,I can't believe I'm saying this, but he is worthy. We must make him a god."
There were gasps from the small crowd that was now gathered around us. All of a sudden I was hit with a huge, gold, glowing orb.
I screamed in agony as the curse was burned from my body. I would say that this pain was 20 times worse than when I dove into the Styx .
The last thing I remembered was my bloodcurdling scream before I blacked out.