Reminder: I do not own PJO. Rick Riordan does. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter One

Rachel's POV

I'd finished my number one project today: reorganizing the attic to fit me. I was the Oracle, after all, and I deserved a place of my own. I had centered by bed on the only window, where the old, mummified Oracle would sit. But she disappeared once I had been named Oracle. Perhaps she found a hole to lie in so she could go to Elysium. Anyway, I had painted the attic green, because it was my favourite color. My artwork hung on the walls. All the other things I had found up here were sitting on the shelves on the far walls. A dragon claw interested me. Whenever I held it, a boy with blonde hair and a scar under his left eye entered my mind.

So, I figured I should visit Percy. I hadn't spoken to him since I had become the Oracle, and I as much as I hated to admit it, I had developed a crush on him. It would never work; he was dating Annabeth and I was the Oracle. I had to be a maiden for my whole life. I couldn't give it up; I was born with it. It started with my being able to see through the Mist, and Percy just noticing it. Then I had helped the demigods win the titan war. I was named Oracle.

I knocked on the Poseidon Cabin door, my fingers trembling. I heard giggling inside, and a little shriek—Annabeth. Then Percy came to the door, laughing his head off. His sea-green eyes sparkled, and his lips were bright red from kissing. My heart sank. "Rachel!" he exclaimed, grabbing Annabeth before she could go. Her blonde hair was a mess of a ponytail. Her gray eyes revealed her love for the son of Poseidon.

"Hey, Percy." I said, trying to shake any nervousness I felt off. I thought of how I was nothing compared to Annabeth. My red hair was short and curly. I had paint all over my pants. My green eyes had no makeup. And worse of all, I was lanky, not like Annabeth with her hourglass figure. "Can we have a moment?" I looked directly at Annabeth, whose stone gray eyes glared at me. She suspected it of me. Her mother was the goddess of wisdom after all. And of war. She wouldn't let him go without a fight.

Percy and I sat on the beach. He sort of looked perfect there, like it was his home. I bet I looked awkward. The sun glinted off his dark hair. I wanted to sit closer, but I figured Annabeth wasn't that far behind. "Percy…" I began, but then all the sudden I started having a vision. The Oracle of Delphi was speaking to me….

The Child of the half-bloods will seek revenge

The Lord of the Titans she will avenge

Sea and Wisdom combine

To break Olympus and Earth's heavenly vine

And the prophecy ended. Percy stared at me in amazement. Annabeth stood behind me, anger in her breaths. We all knew who the prophecy was about. Annabeth was pregnant.