Ryder stared at the dark haired female, who pursed her lips as she just simply straightened herself with her cheeks slightly flushed, from what he assumed was embarrassment.

"Well," she began with a huff, "Why would I ever want to make music with someone like you?" she spat out as she dropped the bones she held, to which the ground opened up and swallowed them before resealing, leaving no trace evidence of the broken earth. She glared at him with her icy cold orbs of blue as her lips were pressed firm into a scowl.

"For starters," he began with a hum, proudly walking into the room, "Son of Apollo here, hello." he rolled his eyes playfully at her response in amusement, "Music is my literal jam. Praise the gods that be one of the few things that I am glad my Dad gave me. Well that, and my charm of course." he remarked cheekily as the female proceeded to sigh in annoyance towards him.

"As if I would ask a guy like you for that no." she told him as she then tilted her head to the side, her brown hair swept over her shoulder as she let her cold orbs flitter to the table.

Ryder sighed a bit as he then ran hand through his hair in an annoyed manner, "Well," he began, "Just know that my offer still stands," he spoke in a more sincere and yet serious tone, "In case you ever change your- "

"I don't intend on it," the girl bit back at him, for no real reason too, "I don't know you, and would much rather not learn something so trivial, especially from you." she snapped back at him.

Ryder held his hands up in defense, and he nodded his head slowly, "Alright, alright," he conceded, "I won't bother you anymore..." he remarked as he then moved to walk over to his seat as he sat down in it, humming softly as more and more kids from the various cabins walked into the room.

'Today is going to be a long day', he thought to himself.

Soon enough, all the various head campers took their spots as per usual, and soon enough Chiron walked in, having to duck his head a little bit under the door, "Curse that door." he cursed under his breath as he fixed several straps on his armor as he then began to walk to the front of the room, "Alright then, if this is everyone, then we shall get started."

"This is really awkward for a meeting," spoke a dark haired kid, Ryder racking his mind for which head camper it was, "Right in the middle of afternoon capers too."

Several murmurs ran through the crowd, and Chiron held his hand up, silencing the chatty campers.

"I understand that the timing is weird, unnatural even, but it is of the utmost importance. Travis Stoll, former camper will explain the details of why that is." he nodded his head, looking to the nearest corner of the centaur.

Ryder turned his head, and the dark haired male walked over to the centaur, his dark hair unruly, a complete mess as he crossed his arms.

There was tension in the room, tension that had been building up for a while, until he finally spoke, the same goofy grin plastered on his rather dashing mug for a 26 year old.

"So... Who is ready for the next big prophecy?"

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Novalee could not believe her ears.

Another prophecy?! She wouldn't lie, it was kind of cool actually, in her opinion. It had been like... A year since the Triumvirate had attempted to take control of the states, and life for demigods...

Hadn't gotten any easier.

Yeah, there had not been many monster related incidents that were incredibly noteworthy, and requiring much attention, so this was new.

It kind of excited her to be honest, and she just knew that she had to tell Lennox about this afterwards.

A new prophecy, and a big one too... That was definitely noteworthy.

"Glad to see the raw enthusiasm dripping from you all," Travis remarked sarcastically, and he looked to Chiron, who gave him a thumbs up, "Anyways, I spent the last three months in New Rome, where Ella coughed up another prophecy."

Nobody said a word, and Travis sighed again, "Well for the past two years, Ella has been reciting snippets of what appeared to be a sonnet, one... Incredibly long sonnet." he reached into his pocket and pulled out a sheet of paper, "And excuse the paper, it was written in Ancient Greek, so it took a little bit for a Roman camp to translate, despite all the Greek demigods being there." he remarked as he then cleared his throat.

"Now... Nobody except the Praetors and Chiron know about this, Mr. D... Eh," he shrugged it a bit, "He will be informed after his weekly game of pinochle. Back on track," he took a deep breath.

"The spirit of ancient history awakes, a mortal form she takes. A veil in danger to be razed, two worlds collide while one side is set ablaze. The children from Olympus shall see," he took in a deep breath, "That everything is not meant to be. When the Traveler heads homeword bound, the world of dreams shall come around. The Garden shall be in danger," he looked around the room as he then shifted awkwardly in his spot, "When the Gift of Orion is bestowed in anger. When the children of Old succeed where fathers fall short, the Hearth the siblings shall escort. Eight warriors shall be enlisted, to save the realm from the peril of the twisted."

He then looked to the crowd, and he finished reading the prophecy, "To prevent the world from being cleaved, seven halfbloods shall be deceived. To rise or fall from the cursed heir, from Death's hand shall they despair. The spirit's hold will only waver," he handed the paper to the centaur, "Of one halfblood calls in their favor."

Nova took notes the entire time, her mind already thinking hard about it.

She internally cursed herself for not being a child of Apollo in that moment, prophecies were just flat out confusing and cryptic.

But that didn't mean that was going to stop her from trying. And Novalee was really excited to figure this prophecy out. 

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Atticus hated doing capers.

If there was anything he would place at the most hated thing in the world, it would most definitely be capers.

Cleaning was never his strong suit, especially cleaning after somewhere over one hundred fifty campers, whose ages ranged from seven years old to nineteen.

Kids were messy, and that was enough to make him scrunch up his nose from the pure smell alone.

The caper he hated the most though, would have to go to cleaning up the bathrooms. Unfortunately for him, since his sister Ophelia had to attend some boring meeting, that left him with the daunting task of rallying his brothers and sisters to split up into two groups to tackle each set of bathrooms.

Atticus then had to watch the group of boys attempt to clean a set of bathrooms, and it was safe to assume that it was absolutely horrid.

Atticus swore softly, "What the hell are they feeding us?" he grumbled as he took out the trash.

After an eternity, which in reality was fifteen minutes, the bathroom was finally spotless, and Atticus was glad that it was finally over. 

And now it was his time to head over to Archery...

Right? 

That was when something rather odd happened.

Yeah, weird things were rather normal at Camp Half Blood and the demigod world in general, but this...

Two young girls sitting by the campfire, talking amongst themselves. 

"There is no way that she has done it..." began one of them, her auburn hair flowing down in waves as she stared into the flames.

The younger girl shrugged, stoking the fire with her stick, "And yet, it she has done." she spoke cryptically, and this piqued his interest.

So he began to walk over to the pair, who stopped talking.

The older one spoke up, "Great skies," she remarked as she saw the male walked over to them, "Halt mortal." she remarked, drawing her bow, which Atticus had not even realized she had, the younger one stared at him, holding her poking stick towards him, her eyes were literal blazing fires.

Atticus froze in his spot, holding his hands up in defense as he then spoke up "Woah, I mean no harm..." he remarked as he then slowly took another careful step forward, "I was just wondering why two goddesses are here on the grounds... After all, isn't there things you need to do?" he remarked casually.

The two goddesses stared warily at him, and then back to each other.

They then lowered their weapons, "Fine..." remarked the auburn haired girl, "Hestia and I were just having a little chat about some... Personal matters."

"What sort of matters?" he asked them.

Hestia, the younger girl then sighed softly, and Atticus felt the warmth seep out of his bones, like everything he had done up until now was for naught.

"I have failed my duty... I have lost Hope itself." 

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Ophelia just wanted this meeting to be over.

Meetings in the Big House were long, boring, and just straight up annoying.

But it was up to Ophelia to attend them, since her brothers and sisters were way too preoccupied with talking about the hottest campers outside of their cabin.

Sure, she got a lot of apprehensive stares when she had walked in, but she sat down in the only open seat available, having been the last camper to arrive, in which she mumbled a quiet apology for being so late before she resigned herself to sitting down.

And that she did, sitting down and looking towards where the centaur was, and listened to the prophecy aloud.

A prophecy? Now, of all times?

Ophelia swallowed nervously as she then hear Travis speak up, "Well that is the full prophecy, straight from our harpy friend herself. Anyone know where to begin?" he tossed the paper onto the center of the large, oaken table.

Silence hung over the group of teenagers, who looked towards one another as a voice piped up from next to her "Well," the voice belonged to a blond haired boy, and Ophelia, like many others, turned their heads to look at him, and he picked up the paper and looked at it, "Hearth. That might refer to Hestia, goddess of the hearth. If we can identify terms like this, maybe we will understand this prophecy more."

Ophelia blinked her eyes, more murmurs ran through the crowd, and she looked onto the paper as well, deciding that it would not hurt to try and figure it out.

She stared at the letters on the page, all sorted out into a simple rhyming scheme, 'Children of Old succeed where fathers fall short...'

Ophelia then spoke up, "Children of the eldest gods... They need to get along. 'Children of Old succeed where fathers fall short', the Big Three hate each other's guts. Sure, they're family, but they are all bitter to one another. Their kids have to be better than them."

"So immediately we know that anywhere from two to three demigods involved have to be from the Big three." offered another boy, this one had short, dirty blond hair that was rather pushed up by some gel.

Ophelia nodded, "And Death means Thanatos." she remarked softly, and she then sighed a bit, where was Rachel when you need her?

She kept going, "Eight warriors... Eight demigods. At least two from the Big Three, and another two have to be from the same god or goddess... But who is this ancient spirit they are speaking of?" she wondered aloud.

She had been so caught up in her rambling, she hadn't even noticed that everyone in the room had been staring.

Right at her.

Awkwardly, she set the piece of paper down.

"How... Clarifying Ophelia." came Chiron's voice, "Travis, would you be so kind as to bring in our other visitors? They would be by the fire." he told him.

Travis nodded and left the room, and Ophelia just wondered, what was going on really? 

What big event could top Gaia's awakening, or the Triumvirate's conquest?

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I has finally done it! These first two chapters introduce the main cast, and now we will be diving into chapters dedicated to only one demigod. I have been working hard on the story and have wonderful ideas and plans!

Stay tuned for more soon!

Sincerely,

- Knight