{EVANGELINE}

She was standing in an old long hallway with a red carpet running down it. A wall on her left, the paint was cracked and a long jagged scar ran along the wall. On her right were five large glass windows with the top curved like an arrow with black outlines. There was a cold and eerie feeling about being there.

She glanced over at the windows that seemed to have vines growing on the outside, allowing a little light to seep through the cracks.

On the wall was a painting of a hand reaching out from a chasm like it was trying to escape, a pitch-black hand with razor-sharp claws grabbing its wrist like it was dragging it back into the chasm.

It was all creepy, to say the least, she heard a creak coming from behind her but she didn't turn around, instead, she started making her way down the hallway.

She heard a whisper calling for her from over her shoulder. She was tempted to look back, to see what it was.

But the logical part of her body told her to keep walking away from it. Her wrists felt like they were being scratched by a knife again and again. She glanced down and saw her hands trembling, the veins were turning more visible and darker.

"Running isn't going to save you from me, my dear," A cold, angry, and threatening whisper reached her ears. "You will only delay the inevitable."

The daughter of Hades's steps faltered, it was the voice. The same voice from the warehouse, the same voice from outside Midas's mansion, the same voice from the vision she'd seen in the Hera Cabin.

"And what exactly am I delaying here?" Evangeline asked, she managed to keep her tone steady and firm but on the inside, she was panicking.

"Your destiny," the voice said.

Evangeline froze as a shiver ran down her spine, she felt her blood run cold, and the brunette could feel a pair of eyes on her. She wanted to confront it, she wanted to see exactly who was tormenting her, but something in her mind told her not to. The hallway ended and there was a door right in front of her.

It was painted with a dark rustic green color that was slightly worn out, with small vines and flowers painted on it, with a matte black handle.

She recognized the small flowers drawn on it.

Evangeline traced her fingertips on the rough surface of the wood, tracing the flowers and outlining them with her fingers.

The brunette felt a pit in her stomach as she dusted her fingertips of small pieces of dried-up paint.

"Déjà vu?" The voice mused.

Evangeline could still feel like someone was watching her but this time she felt like it was right next to her.

The daughter of Hades warily glanced over her shoulder, ready to make a run for it if she saw anything or anyone, but the only thing she saw was the empty hallway. She let out a breath of relief.

"Go on," the voice spoke abruptly. "Open the door, see what's inside."

Evangeline swallowed. She wasn't going to open the door, that was until she heard Percy's scream from inside. The brunette barged in without thinking and she found nothing.

No sign of Percy. Just an empty nursery of a child, her old room.

The walls were painted dark blue, and a bed in the corner was neatly made. A dresser on the other end, there were birds painted on the wall, the desk near the door, the dresser, and her paintings.

An unfinished clay sculpture rested on a bar stool near the window. She remembered the day she made that, her mother's father, had visited them. He was a good man, kind, caring, and understanding, Evangeline used to sometimes wonder if her mother was adopted.

When her grandfather had visited them, he had come with a bag of clay for her to sculpt with. He was the one who'd shown her how to paint, he'd been the one to introduce her to art. He was one of the few people to actually care about her. Shame she'd only met him once before he died of a heart attack.

The brunette heard a hissing sound coming from behind her and she decided it was time to get up. Time to snap out of the weird dream, hallucination thing.

So she did the only reasonable thing she could think of.

Evangeline slapped herself awake.

The brunette woke up to a soaring pain in her left arm. She sat up slowly to not make herself dizzy.

She glanced around, she was back in the Hades Cabin, she was back on her bed, at Camp.

Evangeline swept her legs over the bed and sat there, clutching the edge of her bed. Her head was spinning and she felt nauseous, it must've been the effect of whatever Hera had done to get them back to camp.

She glanced over at Nico's side, he hadn't been to camp since September. She wasn't going to pretend and act like his absence didn't bother her. She also just missed his annoying voice.

The daughter of Hades carefully got to her feet, her hands holding onto the bed frame for support. She made her way slowly to the dresser, she glanced into the mirror, noticing how horrible she looked. She needed a shower.

Evangeline gently pulled the sweater down her aching left shoulder, she winced as the wool rubbed against her shoulder making it sting. When the fabric slid down it revealed a straight line of blood dripping from the scar Ethan had given her on the bridge.

The scar, just like the one on her wrist, was cut open. She didn't understand how it had even happened when Apollo himself had healed it, but whoever was doing this to her seemed to be a lot stronger than the god of the sun if they could open up old wounds without even being there.

Her eyes started burning and she could feel tears well up, her face scrunched up in pain as she slipped the sweater back over her wound warily, despite her efforts a piece of wool rubbed against it.

That night, Evangeline stood around the ping-pong table alongside the other councilors. She needed to talk to Rachel, alone and she would. After the meeting.

Leo, Piper, and Jason sat together at the end.

Clarisse had her boots on the table, Evangeline had missed the daughter of Ares deep, deep down in her heart.

Clovis was snoring in the corner while Lorelai's brother Butch was seeing how many pencils he could fit in Clovie's nostrils while Lorelai sat in the seat next to her brother and watched with a concerned look.

Travis was holding a lighter under the Ping-Pong ball to see if it would burn, and Will was absently wrapping and unwrapping an Ace bandage around his wrist.

The counselor from the Hecate Cabin, Lou Ellen was playing "Got Your Nose" with Miranda Gardiner from Demeter, but Lou had magically disconnected Mirand's nose, and the daughter of Demeter was trying to get it back.

Rachel sat next to Chiron at the head of the table. She was wearing Clarion Academy's school uniform dress, she spared a nervous glance at the brunette.

Annabeth sat next to the daughter of Hades. The daughter of Athena wore armor over her camp clothes, with her knife at her side, her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail.

"Let's come to order," Chiron spoke up. "Lou Ellen, please give Miranda her nose back. Travis, if you'd kindly extinguish the flaming Ping-Pong ball, and Butch, I think twenty pencils is really too many for any human nostril. Thank you. Now, as you can see, Jason, Evangeline, Lorelai, Piper, and Leo have returned successfully...more or less. Some of you have heard parts of their story, but I will let them fill you in."

Jason cleared his throat and began the story. The children of Hades, Hephaestus, Iris, and Aphrdote chimed in from time to time, filling in the details he forgot.

He ended with Hera's visit right before the meeting.

"So Hera was here," Annabeth said. "Talking to you."

The son of Jupiter nodded. "Look, I'm not saying I trust her—"

"Smart move, Jason," Evangeline said.

"—but she isn't making this up about another group of demigods. That's where Landon and I came from—"

"Romans," Clarisse tossed Seymour a sausage. "You expect us to believe there's another camp with demigods, but they follow the Roman forms of the gods. And we've never heard of them. And the freak Hermes kid—"

"Call him a freak one more time and I will actually put bleach in your food." Travis snapped.

"Enough, who Landon is, has been a shock to us all, I can understand, but please try to be calm about this." Chiron cut in. "Continue."

Lorelai sat forward. "The gods have kept the groups apart because they try to kill each other every time they see each other."

"I can respect that," the daughter of Ares said. "Still, why haven't we ever run across each other on quests?"

"Oh, yes," Chiron said sadly. "You have many times. It's always a tragedy, and always the gods do their best to wipe clean the memories of those involved. The rivalry goes all the way back to the Trojan War, Clarisse. The Greeks evaded Troy and burned it to the ground. The Trojan hero Aeneas escaped, and eventually made his way to Italy, where he founded the race that would someday become Rome. The Romans grew more and more powerful, worshipping the same gods but under different names, and with slightly different personalities."

"More warlike," Jason said. "More united. More about expansion, conquest, and discipline."

"Makes sense why Landon left you guys," Travis said. "He hates all of those things."

Several of the others looked equally uncomfortable, though Clarisse shrugged like it sounded okay to her. Jason shifted on his feet, glancing at his hands with a guilty look before snapping his gaze back and schooling his expression.

Annabeth twirled her knife on the table. "And the Romans hated Greeks. They took revenge when they conquered the Greek Isles and made them part of the Roman Empire."

"Not exactly hated them," Jason said. "The Romans admired Greek culture and were a little jealous. In return, the Greeks thought the Romans were barbarians, but they respected their military power. So during Roman times, demigods started to divide—either Greek or Roman."

"Until Landon was born," Evangeline said.

"Yeah," Jason said.

"But this is crazy. Chiron, where were the Romans during the Titan War? Didn't they want to help?"

The centaur tugged at his beard. "They did help, Annabeth. While you, Evangeline, and Percy were leading the battle to save Manhattan, who do you think conquered Mount Othrys, the Titans' base in California?"

"Hold on," The son of Hermes said. "You said Mount Othrys just crumbled when we beat Kronos."

"No," the son of Jupiter shook his head. "It didn't just fall. We destroyed their palace. I defeated the Titan Krios myself."

"The Bay Area," Evangeline said. "We were always told to stay away from it because of Mount Othrys was there. But the Roman Camp has to be somewhere near. I remember Landon told me he had some business to take care of when he went to San Francisco a few years ago. It has to be there."

Chiron shifted in his wheelchair. "I cannot say. Honestly, even I have never been trusted with that information. My counterpart, Lupa, is not exactly the sharing type. Jason's memory, too, has been burned away."

"The camp's heavily veiled with magic," Jason said. "And heavily guarded. We could search for years and never find it."

Rachel laced her fingers. "But you'll try, won't you? You'll Leo's boat, the Argo II. And before you make for Greece, you'll sail for the Roman camp. You'll need their help to confront the giants."

"Bad plan," Clarisse warned. "If those Romans see a warship coming, they'll assume we're attacking."

"You're probably right," Jason agreed. "But we have to try. I was sent here to learn about Camp Half-Blood, to try and convince the two camps don't have to be enemies. A peace offering."

"Hmm," The oracle said. "Because Hera is convinced we need both camps to win the war with the giants. Ten heroes of Olympus—some Greek, some Roman."

Annabeth nodded. "Your Great Prophecy, what's the last line?"

"And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death."

Evangeline shivered. "Gaea has opened the Doors of Death," she told them. "She's letting out the worst monsters of the Underworld to fight us. There will be more."

"Yeah, and who knows," Annabeth said. "Maybe the line means that the Roman and Greek demigods will untie, and find the doors, and close them."

"Or it could mean they fight each other at the doors of death," Clarisse pointed out. "it doesn't say we'll cooperate."

"I'm going," The brunette said. "Blondie, you coming with me?"

"Of course," the daughter of Athena nodded.

"I was hoping you would offer," Jason said. "You both of all people—we'll need you both."

"Wait." Leo frowned. "I mean that's cool with me and all. But why Evangeline and Annabeth of all people?"

"Hera said my coming here was an exchange of leaders," Jason said. "A way for the two camps to learn each other's existence."

"Yeah?" The son of Hephaestus said. "So?"

"An exchange goes two ways," Lorelai spoke up.

"When I got here, my memory was wiped. I didn't know who I was or where I belonged. Fortunately, you guys took me in and I found a new home. I know you're my enemy. The Roman Camp—they're not friendly. You prove your worth quickly or you don't survive. They may not be so nice to him, and if they learn where he comes from, they both will be in serious trouble."

"Who are you talking about?"

"Percy and Landon," Evangeline said. "They disappeared around the same time Jason appeared. If he came to Camp Half-Blood then—"

"Exactly," Jason agreed. "Percy Jackson is at the other camp, and he probably doesn't even remember who he is."

Evangeline's stomach sank, she felt anxious again. Her leg bounced up and down underneath the table.

"What about my brother?" Travis asked.

Jason faltered, he took a deep breath and found his voice, "Landon, he..." He sighed. "From the memories that have come back to me, I know the Romans won't welcome him with open arms. But I also know they won't just let him walk out of there like last time."

After the council was dismissed Rachel took Evangeline up to the attic where the old Oracle used to give prophecies. "So, you wanna tell me what is so important that we're back in the Oracle cave?" the brunette asked.

Rachel turned, and she shifted on her feet. "A few nights ago, I had a dream."

"About what?"

"About you,"

Evangeline arched a brow. "What was it about it?"

"It was bad, Evangeline. Really bad. There was blood everywhere, it was dark, and you were there, laying on the ground covered in blood."

"That's comforting," She mumbled as she chewed her lower lip.

"That's just the beginning," Rachel said as she sat down on the old three-legged stool. "I talked to Chiron about it, he told me what I have to do."

"And what is that exactly, Rachel?" The daughter of Hades asked.

Rachel didn't say anything and soon enough the redhead stiffened like a statue. Green smoke foamed out of Rachel's mouth and her eyes glowed green.

This was not good at all.

Rachel spoke, her voice deep, old and cold:

"The daughter of Hades cursed.

Her powers wane, her fate rehearsed.

To wield a blade, a monster is born.

Darkness beckons, beware the fall."

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A/N: I did it!! I gave her the prophecy!!! Y'all I tried my best, okay, it's not perfect but it's okay.

We finished TLO, now we start TSON!!!