Percy's POV

So this was my first mission. It was just a routine escort for supplies through a patch of swamp. Nothing too exciting. I don't think they trust me yet.

So we were creeping across the marshy ground. A strange presence flared up behind me. It reminded me of the portal Aelin made.

"Farley there's something behind us."

Swiftly about half of our group detached. We crept back to check it out. We saw a speck of blue-green light pulsing and expanding. The centre of the light suddenly turned transparent. I immediately recognised it as a portal. I gasped, I recognised the place. It was the back of Zeus's fist. A figure with red curly hair stepped through.

Green smoke drifted out of her mouth. Everyone else tensed. I immediately recognised it as the Spirit of Delphi. 

Something about a bad connection?

"Rachel?"

I step out from behind my bush.

"Percy?

Charges at me attempting to hug me.  Everyone raises their guns at her. She stops so suddenly she fell on her back.

"Percy could ask them to lower their guns?"

"Sorry, can't. Not my choice. Farley?"

Farley stepped forward and nodded.

"Lower your guns, she's not a threat. Yet."

Looking towards Rachel she said.

"Who are you and why are you here."

"I am Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Oracle of Delphi, Blessed by Apollo, Clear-sighted, Thrower of a plastic hairbrush at Kronos."

At this Percy snorted. Farley glared at him. 

"As for why I'm here, I'm looking for Percy."

At this Percy panicked a bit.

"Why? Is Nico alright? What about Thalia? Is camp okay? Has there been another prophecy?"

Yeah, he panicked just a little bit.

"Yes, everyone's fine. Zeus is as big a drama queen as always and I'm really tired."

With that, she fell face-first onto the slightly soggy ground.

"Oh, fudge."