Welcome back, Diantha Jones! Well, sort of, because the Oracle of Delphi author has made it possible for us to submit a few questions to her main character, Chloe Clever. 'Cause we're dead curious... what's it like, being the mythical Oracle of Delphi? Is it all fun, with dreamy demigods, lounging in Myth do you actually have to do... stuff?
For just a moment, I thought being the Oracle might be fun.
I was wrong.
Sure, being the Pythia has its ups and downs, but fun is not an adjective I would use to describe it. Dangerous, yes. A good time? Not exactly...
It's true. I had wanted to escape my old life in Adel, Georgia. I was tired of being ridiculed and treated like some psychopath. So I had a few hallucinations that ended badly. Was that reason enough to label me a “whack job” and make me the pariah of the entire town?
Maybe it was. But none of that matters now.
When I woke up in the castle, I was sure I was dreaming...or in the nuthouse. But it was too beautiful to be a loony bin. And then I met the people that lived there, and they told me who I was and why I was so whacked out. I was the Oracle of Delphi, the prophesier of the future, and the gods had been waiting a long time for me to show up.
At first, I didn't believe them. How could I? They were telling me that things I couldn't even dream up were actually real. The Greek gods weren't imaginary. Olympus really existed. And the castle I'd woken up in? Yeah, it was in the clouds. See what I mean? Craziness.
Those voices in my head...they claim to know so much yet offer little help. I think they get off on confusing me and talking to me in riddles. With all the knowledge I now have, they're no help in making sense of any of it. They only add to chaos.
But it was real. All of it. And so were they. The demigods. Half mortals, half gods. Who would've known such a thing could be possible? But knowing what I know now? Damn near anything is possible.
The gods are beautiful, manipulative beings who use the demigods to do their dirty work. I pretty much hate all of them. Especially my patron, Apollo, god of the Sun and the Prophecy. What a prick. Even Strafford hates him, and he's Apollo son.
Strafford Law. Why can't I even think his name without feeling all tingly inside? My demigod Prince with the Irish brogue, messy black hair, and lip ring. A bad boy with a heart made of cotton candy. Gods, I love him. I couldn't do any of this without him. I couldn't do this without any of them. I couldn't be this girl...Pythia.
I'm either going to doom the world or save it. I thought I knew what I was supposed to do, the road I was supposed to take. But everything has changed now. Nothing is like it was in the beginning. I'm questioning myself, my destiny.
It's a scary thing, fate. Sometimes it's decided for you and sometimes it's not. I just hope it's not all a lie. I hope I made the right decision. Because if I didn't...
Everyone is going to die.