"COME ON CHIRON! It would help us so much! Like I could tell you guys when they will attack! I could be a perfect spy!" "I will allow you to speak to the Oracle... No one shall know that you are doing this. It shall be kept a perfect secret." YES! He agreed! I mentally high five myself, struggling to keep my exuberance under wraps "Alright." I say seriously, having steeled my face into an impenetrable mask. I hop up the steps. They quietly moan under my weight. I carefully open the trap door, wincing at the loud noise that issues from its rusty hinges. I continue my journey toward the Oracle. I glance at all the stud on the tables. Swords, strange objects in jars... Nothing of importance to me. And there she is! A green light began to fill the room, the smoke slowly creeping across the floor like a snake, twisting and turning and curling wildly. Her raspy voice filled the room
"Daughter of wings hides among the foes
To be found out or to go off alone
The child of darkness waits her return
It'll take forever or to be locked in a cage."  She went limp, clearly spent. That last line didn't sound too good... I walk back the way I came, body on autopilot, questioning why I ever wanted to do this, it was like I had been forced out of a haze, and I now  realized the true consequence of getting caught. I amble out the door and over to cabin 11. Perfect no one is in here, I have the whole place to myself. "I'll do it" I mumble to myself, seeking the strange voice from before. "Wonderful!" The voice replied immediately, as if it had been there the entire time, startling me quite a bit. "At midnight someone will be waiting at Thalia's pine tree." It replied. "Got it" I whisper. Time to go practice sword fighting, I remind myself. I wonder, should I tell Penelope? I think she can keep a secret, especially one this important, she values secrecy. But Percy, Nico, and Grover CAN'T find out. At. All! Oh I'm here. A sheepish smile stretches across my face. I pull the wings of my Pegasus charm away from each other, aaaaaand BAM! I have my daggers. I trot over to a dummy and shift into my stance. Up, down, left, head, right, up, down, ect. I start singing a sing I heard a while ago that kinda was like -well going to be like- my life, it's an embarrassing habit I have, especially when I start singing in class!

"Shadows settle on the place, that you left
Our minds are troubled by the emptiness
Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time
From the perfect start to the finish line

And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones
'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs
Setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
The lovers that went wrong

We are the reckless
We are the wild youth
Chasing visions of our futures
One day we'll reveal the truth
That one will die before he gets there
And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones
'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone
We're setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home
It was a flood that wrecked this

And you caused it
And you caused it
And you caused it

Well I've lost it all, I'm just a silouhette
A lifeless face that you'll soon forget
My eyes are damp from the words you left
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest

And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one
'Cause most of us are bitter over someone
Setting fire to our insides for fun
To distract our hearts from ever missing them
But I'm forever missing him

And you caused it
And you caused it
And you caused it"

Damn that guy would be dead if he was real. I whirl around as I hear someone start clapping.
"I didn't know you could sing..." It's Percy, big surprise.
"Thanks, I guess."