{LORELAI}

Lorelai was tired.

The Greenbriar girl showed the blonde around camp after getting Lorelai fresh clothes. Lorelai was still skeptical of the camp.

"That's the forge," Olivia pointed to the building with some kids working with metal and fire, Lorelai felt relieved once she saw Leo and the guy named Will. "It's where the Hephaestsus kids usually are,"

Leo looked like he fit right in with the kids in the forge, she figured they were his siblings. But she didn't understand why all the other kids had some sort of injury, and it made her feel concerned for Leo's safety. Lorelai cleared her throat. "And you stay here all year long?"

Olivia nodded. "I prefer to stay here than in Wisconsin," she shrugged. "It's much better than the mortal world, less boring."

"You like staying here?"

"Yeah," Olivia gave the blonde a toothy smile. "This is like the best place ever, we have pegasus' riding, sing-alongs, prank wars, and we do play capture the flag but we haven't really played it because of the dragon."

Lorelai stayed quiet as the redhead went on and on about how the Camp is a wonderful place. She didn't exactly see the charm in it, it seemed like a regular camp except this one had a climbing wall with lava running down it.

"So," Olivia asked. "Do you plan on staying year-round or going back to the mortal world for the school year?"

"I'll stay year-round I guess." Lorelai answered.

The young demigod watched the blonde carefully. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, Olivia." Lorelai nodded. "I don't have any family, it's just me."

"Well, you have a family now," Olivia hooked her arm through Lorelai's. "It's cabin Fourteen."

"Right," The blonde murmured. "My new family."
It felt weird just saying she wasn't used to saying the term family often.

The two daughters of Iris walked toward the Cabin area once more where Olivia finally explained what was going on.

"Are those two empty?" The blonde asked pointing to the big white cabins that looked closed and silent.

Olivia nodded. "Zeus went a long time without having any kids until he had Thalia, along with Poseidon and Hades, they're called the Big Three. Their kids are usually powerful and dangerous. So for the last seventy years, they avoided having demigod children."

"Why?"

"They, um, cheated. Thalia Grace, the daughter of Zeus, became a Hunter of Artemis and left camp. Evangeline's boyfriend, Percy, he's the son of Poseidon."

"Isn't Evangeline a daughter of Hades? She said he was her dad." Lorelai raised a brow.

"She is," Olivia nodded. "She also has a brother, Nico, but he shows up sometimes. Except for them, there are no demigod children of the Big Three. At least none that we know of."

"I'm guessing Hera didn't have any other kids with anyone besides Zeus?" Lorelai asked but it was more of a statement than a question.

The redhead nodded. "Yup."

The blonde pursed her lips, Lorelai had seen her fair share of weird things but somehow being at a magical camp with flying ponies was more to process than seeing a war going on while everyone else was magically asleep.

Then they saw a green glow coming from the Hera Cabin. "I thought you said it was empty?" Lorelai raised a brow.

"It is," Olivia unhooked her arm and broke off into a sprint toward the cabin. The Warner girl had no choice but to follow.

Once she caught up with Olivia, she saw another redhead in a black shawl, the blonde girl from before when they'd arrived, an unconscious Piper, and Evangeline, who was also unconscious.

"What happened?" Lorelai asked running to check on Piper.

The red-haired girl in the shawl was gasping for air, she looked like she'd been crying.

"Help me get them to the Big House," The blonde girl said grabbing Evangeline's arm and slinging it over her shoulder. The brunette's head dropped and her brown hair fell in her face. "Come on!" she hissed.

Olivia and Lorelai helped Piper while the girl in the black shawl ran toward the Big Blue House on the hill.

When they arrived, Lorelai was sure Jason had a heart attack when they'd burst through the doors of the Big House with two unconscious girls in their arms.

"What happened?" He rushed over to them. "What's wrong with them?"

"Hera's cabin," Annabeth gasped. "Vision Bad. Evangeline, I have no idea."

"I think..." The redhead girl gulped. "I think I may have killed them."

The redhead girl who introduced herself as Rachel helped, Jason and Lorelai put Piper down on the couch while the blonde girl placed Evangeline on the other end. Olivia rushed down the hall to get a med kit. The blonde girl and the man introduced themselves as Annabeth and Chiron.

Piper was still breathing, but she didn't seem to wake up. She seemed to be in some kind of coma.

Lorelai glanced over at the brunette who looked in the exact state but the difference was Piper didn't have black veins running down her hands and wrists.

"We've got to heal them," Jason said. "There's a way, right?"

Chiron put his hand on Piper's forehead and grimaced. "Their minds are in a fragile state." He turned to Evangeline next, his face turned pale but he didn't say anything much. "Rachel, what happened?"

"I wish I knew," she said. "As soon as I got to camp, I had a premonition about Hera's cabin and Landon. Annabeth, Piper, and Evangeline came in while I was there. We talked and then—I just blanked out. Annabeth said I spoke in a different voice."

"A prophecy?" Chiron asked.

"No. The spirit of Delphi comes from within. I know how that feels. This was like a long distance, a power trying to speak through me."

Olivia ran in with a leather pouch and knelt next to Piper while Annabeth knelt next to Evangeline. "Chiron, what happened back there I've never seen anything like it. I've heard Rachel's prophecy voice. This was different. She sounded like an older woman. She grabbed Piper's shoulders and told her—"

"To free her from a prison?" Jason guessed.

The daughter of Athena stared at him. "How did you know that?"

Chiron made a three-figured gesture over his heart, like a ward against evil. "Jason, tell them. Olivia, the medicine bag, please."

The man trickled drops from a medicine vile into Piper and Evangeline's mouths while Jason explained what had happened. When he was done, no one spoke.

"So does this happen often?" The blond asked. "Supernatural phone calls from convicts demanding you bust them out of jail?"

"Your patron," Annabeth raised a brow. "Not your godly parent?"

"No, she said patron. She also said my dad had given her my life."

The daughter of Athena frowned. "I've never heard anything like that before. You said the storm spirit on the skywalk—he claimed to be working for some mistress who was giving him orders, right? Could it be the woman you saw, messing with your mind?"

"I don't think so," Jason said. "If she were my enemy, why would she be asking for my help? She's imprisoned. She's worried about some enemy getting more powerful. Something about a king rising from the earth on the solstice—"

Annabeth turned to Chiron. "Not Kronos. Please tell me it's not that."

The man looked miserable. He held Piper's wrist and checked her pulse. Then reached out for Evangeline's but retracted his hand once he saw the black veins. "Evangeline and Piper need rest. We should discuss this later."

"Or now," Lorelai suggested.

"Sir, Mr Chiron," Jason said. "You told me the greatest threat was coming. The last chapter. You can't possibly mean something worse than an army of Titans, right?"

"Oh," Rachel said in a small voice. "Oh dear. The woman was Hera. Of course. Her cabin, her voice. She showed herself to Jason at the same moment."

"Hera?" Annabeth snarled. "She took you over? She did this to Evangeline and Piper?"

"Piper, maybe," Rachel said her face turning grim once she glanced at the daughter of Hades. "But Evangeline, it was something else, something more dark. I don't know what it was and I don't want to know."

"I think Rachel's right, about Piper not whatever happened to Evangeline," Jason said. "The woman did seem like a goddess. And she wore this—this goatskin cloak. That's a symbol of Juno isn't it?"

"It is?" Olivia scowled. "I've never heard that."

Chiron nodded reluctantly. "Oh Juno, Hera's Roman aspect, in her most warlike state. The goatskin cloak was a symbol of the Roman soldier."

"So Hera is imprisoned?" Lorelai asked. "Who managed to imprison the queen of gods?"

Annabeth crossed her arms. "Well, whoever they are, maybe we should thank them. If they can shut up Hera—"

"Annabeth," Chiron warned. "she is still one of the Olympians. In many ways, she is the glue that holds the gods' family together. If she truly has been imprisoned and is in danger of destruction, this could shake the foundations of the world. It could unravel the stability of Olympus, which is never great even in the best times. And if Hera has asked Jason for help—"

"Fine," Annabeth grumbled. "Well, we know Titans can capture a god, right? Atlas captured Artemis a few years ago. And in the old stories, the gods captured each other in traps all the time. But something worse than a Titan...?"

Jason looked at the leopard head above Lorelai, then he glanced back at her. Jason noticed that she'd changed out of the rainbow outfit into the orange camp shirt and light blue jeans, and her hair was put into two braids with lilac purple bows. She gave him a small smile once she noticed him staring at her.

Jason smiled back at her and returned to the topic, "Hera said she'd been trying to break through her prison bonds for a month."

"Which is how long Olympus has been closed," Annabeth said. "So the gods must know something bad is going on."

"But why would she use her energy to send Jason here?" Lorelai asked. "She wiped his memory and just dropped him off at the Wilderness School, she sent Evangeline a dream to come pick him up. Why is he so important that she couldn't just send a message to the gods?" She spared a glance at the blond. "No offense Jason."

"It's okay," He said.

"The gods need heroes to do their will down here on earth," Rachel said. "That's right, isn't it? Their fates are always intertwined with demigods."

"That's true," Annabeth said, "but Lorelai's got a point. Why Jason? Why take his memory?"

"And Piper's involved somehow," Olivia added.

Annabeth fixed her eyes on Chiron. "Why are you so quiet, Chiron? What is it we're facing?"

The man's face looked like it had aged ten years in a matter of minutes. The lines around his eyes were deeply etched. "My dear, in this, I cannot help you. I am so sorry."

The daughter of Athena blinked. "You've never...you've never kept information from me. Even the last great prophecy—"

"I will be in my office," His voice was heavy. "I need some time to think before dinner, Rachel will you watch Piper? Call Argus and bring her to the infirmary if you'd like. Olivia, you go get Will Solace and take Evangeline to rest in her cabin. And Annabeth, you should speak with Jason and Lorelai. Tell them about—about the Greek and Roman gods."

"But..."

The centaur turned his wheelchair and rolled off down the hallway. Annabeth's gray eyes turned stormy.

"I'm sorry," Jason apologized. "I think my being here—I don't know. I've messed things up coming to the camp, somehow. Chiron said he'd sworn an oath and couldn't talk about it."

"What oath?" She demanded. "I've never seen him act this way. And why would he tell me to talk to you two about gods..."

Her voice trailed off. Lorelai figured she'd just noticed Jason's sword sitting on the coffee table. The grey-eyed girl touched the blade gingerly like it might be hot. "Is this gold?" She questioned. "Do you remember where you got it?"

"No," Jason said. "Like I said, I don't remember everything."

Lorelai thought of something, "Maybe we should—"

"Please don't throw a rock at my head again, it's not going to help bring back my memories." Jason sighed.

"I wasn't going to do that," Lorelai mumbled under her breath.

The blond shot her a look. "Yes, you were."

"Okay, but I was going to be gentler this time." She admitted.

Annabeth sighed like she'd just come up with a desperate plan. "If Chiron won't help, we'll need to figure things out ourselves. Which means...Cabin Fifteen. Rachel, Olivia, will you guys keep an eye on Eve and Piper?"

"Sure," Rachel promised. "Good luck, you three."

"Hold on," Jason said. "What's in Cabin Fifteen?"

The daughter of Athena stood. "Maybe a way to get your memory back."

The blonde trio made their way toward a newer wing of cabins in the southwest corner of the green. Lorelai had noticed Cabin Fifteen while Olivia was giving her a tour.

It looked like an old-fashioned prairie house with mud walls and a lush roof. On the door hung a wreath of crimson flowers—red poppies. The flowers reminded her of her wallet, she still didn't know where it went.

"You think this is my parent's cabin?" Jason asked.

"No," Annabeth shrugged. "This is the cabin for Hypnos, the god of sleep."

"Then why—"

"You've forgotten everything," The daughter of Athena explained. "If there's any god who can help us figure out memory loss, it's Hypnos."

Inside, even though it was almost dinnertime, three kids were sound asleep under piles of covers. A warm fire crackled in the hearth. Above the mantel hung a tree branch, each twig dripping white liquid into a collection of tin bowls. Lorelai was tempted to catch a drop on her fingertip just to see what it was, but she managed to resist.

Soft violin music played from somewhere. The air smelled like fresh laundry. The cabin was so cozy and peaceful that the blonde's eyelids started to feel heavy. A nap sounded like a perfect idea.

There were plenty of empty beds, all with feather pillows and fresh sheets and fluffy quilts, she didn't even remember what it felt like to sleep in her own bed and—

Annabeth nudged her. "Snap out of it you two."

She blinked. Lorelai realized that her knees had started to buckle.

"Cabin Fifteen does that to everyone," The daughter of Athena warned. "If you ask me, this place is even more dangerous than the Ares cabin. At least with Ares, you can learn where the land mines are."

"Land mines?"

Annabeth walked up to the nearest snoring kid and shook his shoulder. "Clovis! Wake up!"

The guy looked like a baby cow. He had a blond tuft of hair on a wedge-shaped head, with thick features and a thick neck. His body was stocky, but he had spindly little arms like he'd never lifted anything heavier than a pillow.

"Clovis!" Annabeth shook harder, then finally knocked on his forehead about six times.

"Wh—wh—what?" Clovis complained, sitting up and squinting.

He yawned hugely, and Jason and Annabeth yawned too while Lorelai started leaning onto Jason as she started to fall asleep, he wrapped his arm around her to keep her from falling.

"Stop that!" Annabeth scolded. "We need your help."

"I was sleeping."

"You're always sleeping."

"Good night."

Before he could pass out, Annabeth yanked his pillow off the bed.

"That's not fair," The son of Hypnos complained meekly. "Give it back."

"First help," Annabeth said. "Then sleep."

Clovis sighed. His breath smelled like warm milk. "Fine, what?"

Annabeth went on to explain Jaosn's problem. But every once in a while she'd have to snap her fingers under Clovis's nose to keep him awake.

The son of Hypnos must have been really excited because when Annabeth finished telling the story, he didn't pass out. He actually stood and stretched.

"So you don't remember anything, huh?"

"Just impressions," The boy said. "Feelings, like..."

'Yes?"

"Like I know I shouldn't be here. At this camp. I'm in danger."

"Hmm. Close your eyes."

Jason glanced at Annabeth and she nodded reassuringly then he glanced at Lorelai who gave him a helpless shrug.

The blond closed his eyes and Lorelai watched with a worried expression. "You sure this is gonna work?" She asked. "'Cause I still have a rock in my back pocket—"

"I'm sure," Annabeth told her.

"Okay,"

A few minutes later, they had moved Jason to a chair by the fire. The three demigods knelt next to him.

His eyes snapped open interrupting Clovis. "What happened?" He said. "How long—"

"A few minutes," Lorelai told him.

"But it was tense," Annabeth added. "You almost dissolved."

"Usually," Clovis said, "memories are lost for a good reason. They sink under the surface like dreams, and with good sleep, I can bring them back. But this..."

"Lethe?" Annabeth asked.

"No," Clovis furrowed his eyebrows. "Not even Lethe."

"What's Lethe?" Lorelai raised a brow.

Clovis pointed to the tree branch dripping milky drops above the fireplace. "The River Lethe in the Underworld. It dissolves your memories, wipes your mind clean permanently. That's the branch of a popular tree from the Underworld, dipped into the Lethe. It's the symbol of my father, Hypnos. Lethe is not a place you want to go swimming."

Annabeth nodded in agreement. "Percy went there once. He told me it was powerful enough to wipe the mind of a Titan."

"But...that's not my problem?"

"No," Clovis agreed. "Your mind wasn't wiped, and your memories weren't buried. They've been stolen."

The fire crackled. Drops of Lethe water linked into the tin cups on the mantel. One of the other Hypnos campers muttered something in his sleep—something about a duck.

"Stolen," Jason said. "How?"

"A god," Clovis answered. "Only a god would have that kind of power."

"We know that," said Jason. "It was Juno. But how did she do it, and why?"

The son of Hypnos scratched his neck. "Juno?"

"He means Hera," Annabeth said. "For some reason, Jason likes the Roman names."

"Hmm," Clovis said.

"What?" Lorelai asked. "Does that mean something?"

"Hmm," Clovis said again, and this time she realized he was snoring.

"Clovis!" Jason yelled.

"What? What?" His eyes fluttered open. "We were talking about pillows, right? No, gods. I remember. Greeks and Romans. Sure, they could be important."

"But they're the same gods," Annabeth said. "Just different names."

"Not exactly," Clovis said.

Jason sat forward, now very much awake. "What do mean, not exactly?"

"Do they have split personalities or something?" Lorelai asked.

"Sort of," Clovis yawned. "Some gods are only Roman. Like Janus, or Pompona. But even the major Greek gods—it's not just their names that changed when they moved to Roma. Their appearances changed. Their attributes changed. They even had slightly different personalities."

"But..." Annabeth faltered. "Okay, so maybe people saw them differently through the centuries. That doesn't change who they are."

"Sure it does." Clovis began to nod off, and Jaosn snapped his fingers under his nose.

"Coming, Mother!" He yelped. "I mean...Yeah, I'm awake. So, um, personalities. The gods change to reflect their host cultures. You know that, Annabeth. I mean, these days, Zeus likes tailored suits, reality television, and that Chinese food place on East Twenty-eighth Street, right? It was the same in Roman times, and the gods were Roman almost as long as they were Greek. It was a big empire, that lasted for centuries. So of course their Roman aspects are still a big part of their characters."

"Makes sense," Jason said.

"Really?" Lorelai arched a brow at him.

"Yeah." He said softly.

Annabeth shook her head, mystified. "But how do you know all this, Clovis?"

"Oh, I spend a lot of time dreaming. I see the gods there all the time—always shifting forms. Dreams are fluid, you know. You can be in different places at once, always changing identities. It's a lot like being a god, actually. Like recently, I dreamed I was watching a Taylor Swift concert, and then I was onstage with Taylor Swift, and we were singing this duet, and I could not remember the words for 'You belong with me.' Oh, man, it was so embarrassing, I—"

"I love that song," Lorelai gasped.

"Right? Me too."

"Clovis," Annabeth interrupted. "Back to Rome?"

"Right, Rome," Clovis said. "So we call the gods by their Greek names because that's their original form. But saying their Roman aspects are exactly the same—that's not true. In Rome, they become more warlike. They didn't mingle with mortals as much. They were harsher, more powerful—the gods of an empire."

"Like the dark side of the gods?" Annabeth asked.

"Not exactly," Clovis said. "They stood for discipline, honor, strength—"

"Good things, then," Jason said. "I mean, discipline is important, right? That's what made Rome last so long."

The son of Hypnos gave the blond a curious look. "That's true. But the Roman gods weren't very friendly. For instance, my dad, Hypnos...he didn't do much except sleep in Greek times. In Roman times, they called him Somnus. He liked killing people who didn't stay alert at their jobs. If they nodded off at the wrong time, boom—they never woke up. He killed the helmsman of Aeneas when they were sailing from Troy."

"Sounds like a nice guy," Lorelai said. "But what does that have to do with Jason?"

"I don't know," Clovis told her. "But if Hera took your memory, only she can give it back. And if I had to meet the queen of the gods, I'd hope she was more in a Hera mood than a Juno mood. Can I go back to sleep now?"

The daughter of Athena stared at the branch above the fire, dripping Lethe water into the cups. Then she stood and tossed Clovis his pillow. "Thanks, Clovis. We'll see you at dinner."

"Can I get room service?" Clovis yawned and stumbled to his bunk. "I feel like...zzz..." He collapsed with his butt in the air and his face buried in the pillow.

"Won't he suffocate?" Jason asked.

"He'll be fine," Annabeth waved a hand. "But I'm beginning to think that you are in serious trouble."

Lorelai sighed. "I don't like the sound of that."

The campfire after dinner was probably the most normal thing to happen all day. The amphitheater steps were carved into the side of a hill, facing a stone-lined firepit. Fifty or sixty kids filled the rows, clustered into groups under various banners.

Jason and Annabeth were in the front. Piper had apparently woken up and she was amongst the other kids. Leo was nearby, sitting with his siblings under a steel gray banner emblazoned with a hammer.

Standing in front of the fire, half a dozen campers with guitars and strange, old-fashioned layers were jumping around, leading a song about pieces of armor, something about how their grandma got dressed for war.

Everybody was singing with them and making gestures for the pieces of armor and joking around. Lorelai was with her siblings under the banner with the rainbow on it, Olivia was still at full energy and singing along with a lot of excitement.

The blonde caught sight of Evangeline who had also woken up, under a black banner with a skull on it, she had changed out of her black clothes into a dark blue hoodie that had: Goode High School written on the front and grey sweatpants, her hair was slightly tousled and falling down her shoulders.

She looked so tired that she could pass as a corpse. The shadows were at her feet, clawing their way toward her. Lorelai figured that was happening because she was related to Hades.

As the energy level got higher, the flames did too, turning from red to orange to gold.

Finally, the song ended with a lot of rowdy applause. Chiron trotted up, in his horse form. His bottom half was a white stallion, she was about to laugh when she caught Piper's gaze.

Chiron brandished a spear impaled with toasted marshmallows. "Very nice! And a special welcome to our new arrivals. I am Chiron, camp activities director, and I'm happy you have all arrived here alive and with most of your limbs attached. In a moment, I promise we'll get to the s'mores, but first—"

"What about capture the flag?" Somebody yelled.

Grumbling broke out among some kids in armor, sitting under a red banner with the emblem of a boar's head: Ares Cabin.

"Yes," The centaur said. "I know the Ares cabin is anxious to return to the woods for our regular games."

"And kill people!" One of them shouted.

"However," Chiron said, "until the dragon is brought under control, that won't be possible. Cabin Nine, anything to report on that?"

He turned to Leo's group. Leo winked at Lorelai and shot her with a finger gun, the blonde pretended to lightly faint with a smirk.

The girl next to Leo stood uncomfortably. She wore an army jacket a lot like Leo's, with her hair covered in a red bandanna. "We're working on it."

More grumbling.

"How, Nyssa?" An Ares kid demanded.

"Really hard," The girl said.

Nyssa sat down to a lot of yelling and complaining, which caused the fire to sputter chaotically. Chiron stamped his hoof against the fire pit stones—bang, bang, bang—and the campers fell silent.

"We will have to be patient," He said. "In the meantime, we have more pressing matters to discuss."

"Percy?" Someone asked. The fire dimmed even further.

Chiron gestured to Evangeline. She clenched her jaw and stood.

"I didn't find Percy," She announced, her voice caught a little once she said his name but her tone immediately turned cold once she saw the sympathetic look some people were giving her almost like she didn't want them to see her be soft.

"He wasn't at the Grand Canyon like I thought. But we've got teams everywhere. Grover, Tyson, the Hunters of Artemis, my brother—everyone's out looking." She continued. "And now with Landon's disappearance, we'll send some more teams to look for him too. We'll find them. But Chiron's talking about something different. A new quest."

"It's the Great Prophecy, isn't it?" A girl called out.

Everyone turned. The voice had come from a group in the back, sitting under a rose-colored banner with a dove emblem. They'd been chatting among themselves and not paying much attention until their leader stood up: Drew.

Everyone looked surprised. Apparently, Drew didn't address the crowd very often.

"Drew?" Annabeth said. "What do you mean?"

"Well, come on." Drew spread her hands like the truth was obvious. "Olympus is closed. Percy and Landon disappeared. Hera sends Evangeline a vision and she comes back with four new demigods in one day. I mean, something weird is going on. The Great Prophecy has started, right?"

Lorelai saw everyone look toward Rachel.

"Well?" Drew called down. "You're the Oracle. Has it started or not?"

Rachel's eyes looked scary in the firelight. "Yes," she said. "The Great Prophecy has begun."

Pandemonium broke out.

When the talking finally subsided, Rachel took another step toward the audience, and fifty-plus demigods leaned away from her. "For those of you who have not heard it," she said, "The Great Prophecy was my first prediction. It arrived in August:

"Ten half-bloods shall answer the call. To storm or fire the world must fall—" Jason shot to his feet. His eyes looked wild like he'd just been tasered.

Even Rachel seemed caught off guard. "J-Jason?" She said. "What's—"

"Ut cum spiritu postrema sacramentum dejuremus," he chanted. "Et hostes ornamentaaddent ad ianuam necem."

An uneasy silence settled on the group. Lorelai saw some faces trying to translate the lines.

"You just...finished the prophecy," Rachel stammered. "—An oath to keep with a final breath. And foes bear arms to the Doors of Deah. How did you—"

"I know those lines." Jason winced and put his hands to his temples. "I don't know how, but I know that prophecy."

"In Latin, no less," Drew called out. "Handsome and smart."

There was some giggling from the Aphrodite cabin. The campfire was burning a chaotic nervous shade of green.

Jason sat down, looking embarrassed, but Annabeth put a hand on his shoulder and muttered something reassuring.

Rachel Dare still looked a little shaken. She glanced back at Chiron for guidance, but the centaur stood grim and silent as if he were watching a play he couldn't interrupt.

"Well," The redhead said, trying to regain her composure. "So, yeah, that's the Great Prophecy. We hoped it might not happen for years, but I fear it's starting now. I can't give you proof. It's just a feeling. And like Drew said, some weird stuff is happening. The ten demigods whoever they are, have not been gathered yet. I get the feeling some are here tonight but some are not."

The campers began to stir and mutter, looking at each other nervously, until Clovis's drowsy voice called out, "I'm here! Oh...were you calling roll?"

"Go back to sleep, Clovis," Someone yelled, and a lot of people laughed.

"Anway," Rachel continued, "we don't know what the Great Prophecy means. We don't know what challenge the demigods will face, but since the first Great Prophecy predicted the Titan War we can guess the second Great Prophecy will predict something at least that bad."

"Or worse," Chiron muttered.

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A/N: Had to end it here otherwise this chapter would've been at least nine thousand words. (The flashback I was talking about will be in an upcoming chapter)

Anyways, Evangeline wearing Percy's hoodie 😭😭

Evangeline's back in her 'I hate everyone' phase till TMOA, I have so many things planned for that book and TSON that I'm trying to finish the Lost Hero as soon as I can!