DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson and the characters in those books belong to J.K. Rowling and Rick Riordan.

THE REASON WAS A HORSE. Or half a horse, really. I was sipping on iced chocolate when Robert barged into New Rome Café. Well technically, he didn't barge but at 7 AM, the effect was the same. He quickly ordered a drink—a cappuccino, no doubt—and walked towards after it was done. I watched him warily, because I know Robert and he wasn't (and still isn't) an early riser. He gave me a nervous smile. More than half of the girls in New Rome would melt if he smiled like that to them. Unfortunately for him, I wasn't one of them. I wanted to know why he was here. Before I lost my patience, I asked: "Hi. How are you? Up so early, huh?"

He sighed, and I couldn't help thinking will he just spit out the news already? "Chiron wants to see you."

Oh joy.

This couldn't be good. Under different circumstances, a trip to Chiron's office would be thrilling. He probably would ask me to teach a lava rock climbing class or the Language Studies of Ancient Greek and Latin. But I knew something was up this time. Chiron wasn't exactly an early riser either.

"Okay," I replied coolly, "Then why are you here? You look tired." I didn't understand how he could look attractive at the same time though. His curly jet black hair looked slightly ruffled like he just ran his finger through them instead of combing. Even though he had this whole please get me a pillow now look, no girl can ignore how bright those thoughtful green eyes gleam. Not even me.

But that wasn't important. Why was he here? I didn't have to be close to his family to know that his grandmother is in town. He wouldn't miss her cooking for all of New Rome. Her food was a little bit like ambrosia. Blue ambrosia.

"I'm your Centurion," he finally answered, "Remember?" For a second, I thought I saw hurt flash in his eyes. He had to bring that up. How could I forget about his promotion? Considering the fact that my twin brother was competing for the same position, I shouldn't have forgotten. Felix was devastated for two days straight.

I shrugged, grabbed my half-eaten croissant in one hand, and my iced chocolate in the other. "You should get back to bed. It's way too early for you. Get some three hour more sleep."

"I have to come with you."

Inwardly groaning at the thought of more awkward silence, I tried not to sigh as we walked out of the café and onto the streets of the New United Legion. A word about this city if you haven't been here before: it's beautiful. I know everyone says that about their home, but I swear that I'm not kidding. If it weren't for the fact that mortals couldn't be here, it would be the Number 1 Tourist Hot Spot. Well besides Half Blood Island. Both places weren't always called that…but I'm getting ahead of myself. This isn't the time for a history lesson.

When we reached the Greek Headquarters, I could see Chiron in his true form—half man, half horse. A middle aged lady stood beside him. She had fiery red hair, and wore clothes spattered with paint. To normal people, she might look like the lady you might see in an art museum. But don't let that fool you. She's the Oracle. Or in other words: THE LADY WHO PREDICTS YOUR FUTURE. To me, that sounded a lot like THE LADY WHO PREDICTS YOUR POSSIBLY TERRIFYING FUTURE THAT IS DESTINED TO HAPPEN NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO. Yeah, reassuring. Other than that, Rachel was a really nice person.

The urge to know what was going on threatened to overwhelm me. I know impatience is a bad thing, but I've trained myself to be fast. To know what's wrong quick. Maybe in the mortal world, it doesn't matter much if you're slow or fast. But when you're a demigod, you have to be speedy. It's a skill that could save you. And in this case, I wanted to know if there needed to be any saving. Not that I never get to do that. Not that someone usually called on Chloe or Felix to do the job. Not that I suspected it wasn't going to be anything I liked.

"Ms. Grace," he always addressed me so formally.

Rachel gave me a warm smile, "Hey Nathalia."

"Hello Chiron, hi Rachel," I replied as the gigantic doors automatically parted for us as we walked into the Main Building. A couple people smiled and waved as we passed. They all know Chiron, Rachel, and they definitely know Robert. His parents are legendary, especially his father—Percy Jackson. We quickly glided on the escalator to Chiron's office. In approximately 2 minutes, we were sitting in comfortable chairs.

"Is there a prophecy?" Robert asked. I wondered how he could be so positive. I was thinking of something between the lines of 'Is anybody dying?' or 'Okay, how many people failed the Ancient Greek exam?'

Rachel shook her head. "No, I had a vision about another kind."

Chiron had this thoughtful expression on. Whatever this 'another kind' was, he obviously wasn't surprised about it. I guess that if I was more than thousands of years old, I would know a lot more as well. However, I had just turned fifteen and had no idea what Rachel meant. And by the looks of it, neither did Robert.

"What other kind?" I finally asked, unsure that I really wanted to know anymore. The last time another kind was mentioned, war broke out. Of course, being both kinds of a demigod—Greek and Roman—I wasn't alive yet. But honestly, war is war and I'd rather not have to sword fight anyone out of class.

"Oh," Rachel started, "You know…just wizards that go to magical schools in Europe."

My eye twitched.

"You're kidding."