As he ate he began to feel light headed. He tried to shake off the feeling but to no avale. He looked around and didn't see Lilith or Joanne but he did see people staring and then he heard a few screams.

Mist had rolled in and taken hold of Syrus as the screams began. The mist levitated him off the ground and began pouring into his body through his mouth. Once it had stopped his staff appeared in his hand. He then lifted it and then as if stone where his feet he struck the air with the bottom of it. His hair turned a shock white and he blinked but when his eyes opened again they swirled with fire and mist. As he began to speak his voice came out as if through a megaphone as well as alot deeper.

"The doors of death closed and giants slain. Gia put to rest and demigod's won fame. God turned mortal and emperor's gain. All mean nothing against his name. Woke by harm against his wife, his wrath will bring end to life. To be stopped the new moon must rise as the son of the owl earns his prize. Luck shall suffer defeat as two sides of the same coin meey.  the whisper shall fule the fate of us all, as she brings gods to call. Forks in the journey many and long only the mist can hear the true song. The final act as truth once told come to gather at the start of it all. Shadow's Crest shall bring egress, as long as retrieved at the guardian's request. Defeat is certain if one does die so be certain to not lie." The prophecy spoken Syrus floated down and stood by the table he had been at. A torch kinda like his staff but old and wooden appeared in his other hand. He slammed it on the ground and flames traveled down the length to the ground then along ground. Once there it split and traveled to other demi-gods in the crowd. Two of which were the girls he met today. The flame travel up there body and then to their palm where it seared there. An image of a flame now emblazoned.

"Gather ye heroes emblazoned by the flame of choice. Forge your path and fulfil the prophecy! You are my chosen, the path I choose to see, the torches that will light the future from darkness." The second staff then burst into flame and dissolved into ash. Syrus for the second time today collapsed. In the hand that held the burning staff was now a flame seared into his skin.