Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my original characters.This fanfic also may not include many of our beloved characters from the books, but I may include a cameo or two. The story will focus on Rhiannon, the main character. I intend for the story to be a three-part series, however I have not finished the first drafts yet so updates will take a while. I have also put this story up on my Wattpad account, nerdyhemmo, where I will likely post updates on first.

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The sky was clear, like it always was inside the camp. It was a nice distraction when the outside world was anything but the peaceful retreat that was Camp Half-Blood. That is, if peaceful was a synonym to random sword fights breaking out and the chaos that the mischievous campers could manage to pull.

Still, the red head standing by the entrance on Half-Blood Hill preferred this place over her reality. In a few weeks, she would be starting a new journey in her life: College.

Her relationship with her father was not as strained as it had once been, but there was still a distaste for how he would try to control her. It was not a surprise that he would try to dissuade her from going to camp every summer, but she wouldn't listen to him anyway. Even if he did let her do art, she knew he could not really accept her decisions. He was only waiting until her decision bites her in the ass later on.

Rachel Elizabeth Dare watched from a distance as small figures, young demigods, attempted to climb up the climbing wall. She had never done it, but she wanted to. Maybe if there wasn't the chance of burning to a crisp if she couldn't make it up fast enough.

"Ms. Rachel," a voice to her side greeted, announcing his presence. Rachel nodded in return.

Over at the volleyball court, campers played the sport, unaware of the dread that Rachel could sense in the air. The feeling hadn't left her alone since she had received the next great prophecy.

"Something's happening," she said. She didn't have to tell him how she knew. She hosted the spirit of the Oracle of Delphi. There was no need to question how she could sense these things.

"A new prophecy?" Chiron asked.

Rachel only nodded. She looked over to where Peleus lay under Thalia's pine tree.

A new figure approached, crossing his arms over his chest. "What's it about now?"

Rachel looked up at the two immortals, hesitating before spewing the words that came to her just moments earlier.

"Blood of the North, King of sight

A sacrifice made from vengeance

Aided by the force of might

And see the world in silence

Or avert the impending blight

Send the force to nonexistence"

The wine god let out a whistle. "These kids won't ever catch a break," he muttered, almost to himself. Rachel hid the small smile, knowing that Mr. D really did care for the demigods.

"I don't think we should tell anyone just yet," Chiron said, "After all, it might not happen in this lifetime."

She nodded, though it was no guarantee that rumors of a new Great Prophecy wouldn't be spreading. For the sake of the campers she had had the pleasure to meet and the ones she hadn't, Rachel hoped Chiron was right.

This generation of demigods had already been through so much.

a/n: it's a sorry excuse for a prophecy but I swear the plot of the book is better than it sounds.. i think...