"...If you get stopped by a monster, don't panic, just remember what you were trained to do. If you get hurt, don't panic and lose your head. It's easy to do. You just have to remember you have supplies in your pack and..." Percy continued to trail off, giving endless advice as to how Sasha should and should not behave on her quest.
His younger sister sighed and turned to glare at him. "Sheesh, Perce. You sound like a paranoid granny." Percy rolled his eyes, continuing to pack things in the orange backpack from the Camp store with supplies. Sasha fell onto her bed, feeling exhaustion kick in. She hadn't been able to sleep for the past weeks since that idiot Charbel seemed to be very skilled at haunting people in their sleep. Charbel was the only known human son of Kronos ever in history, by the way, and he loved making Sasha's life, and the lives of all the other demigods, a living because of him, and the prophecies, Sasha was a mess. Sometimes Charbel didn't even need to butt in for her to wake up sweating and panting; sometimes just the fear of how the prophecies would turn out did that to her all on their own. Hmm, let's recite them again, just to jogg our memories a bit, shall we?
Prophecy one:

'The time lord's son, conceived of a half-blood,
And the son of the white horse; a battle for blood.
The sun and the moon, joined together to free
The one lost in time, the demigod of the sea.
The princess of ocean, at the volcanoes' wake,
the end of the world she'll solely make.
Her choice to determine the fate of the west,
And she, in the end, death shall possess.'

Now let's analyse it a bit. Okay, so a bunch of minor details (minor meaning they won't bring the end of world) then in the last lines BOOM. Sasha's destined to bring the defeat of the world, as well as her own death. Now picture yourself in that position for a second, and imagine what Sasha's feeling about everything.
But wait, there's more.
Prophecy two:

'Dispose of the time child with a heart of gold.
The uniquely crafted ornament, of no use without he;
In the Jewel
of the Middle East.
To find the Albus aurum Clepsydra,
In his fatalist moments
all wrongs are correct;
Children of Hell, Ocean, Witchcraft, and brains,
Your match may have been met.'

So, as said in the prophecy, a child of Hades, Poseidon, Hecate, and Athena all have to travel to Lebanon (which, with research, was concluded to be 'Jewel of the Middle East') to find a weapon that could be used to defeat Kronos and his son and keep them from overthrowing the world.
Maybe.
And as if all this wasn't enough, she also has to deal with the typical teenage-girl drama, otherwise known as Nico Di Angelo. Except this isnt your everyday 'omg my boyfriend was hitting on another girl', 'omg she's trying to steal my man' crap. She has to deal with the fact that the guy she likes is also into her and that if it weren't for this stupid prophecy hanging above her head then there wouldn't be a problem. It leaves a bitter taste in a girl's mouth.
knock knock knock knock. "Sasha, you gonna open up? Arya says we need to discuss 'strategy'. I say we just wing it, but she said to come get you."
Speaking of bitter tastes…
"Yeah Nico, come on in, I'm just finishing packing up her stuff." Percy answered, and the door opened.
Nico Di Angelo was the son of Hades with shaggy black hair, onyx eyes, and olive skin that had paled a bit from all his time in the Underworld. He was dressed in his usual black shirt with a skull and crossbones, black jeans, gray converse, and bearing the ever-constant silver skull ring on his index finger. Sasha and Nico met at school, where Nico was an agent for camp sent to recruit Sasha and Ryan. Over the past few months, they'd gotten to know each other pretty well. Er, ah, quite a bit more than pretty well. It's complicated.
Nico nodded hello to Percy and turned to Sasha, smiling faintly. It was Sasha's descision that they stay just friends, and although he wasn't pleased, he didn't really have any other choice but to go along with it. Yet, every time Sasha saw him she couldn't stop the beat her heart skipped and the want to just kiss him right then and there. It'd gotten easier recently, since they'd had no choice but to be with each other constantly training, but it still hurt to see him and know that soon she'd probably be dead and never see him again.
"Sash go on ahead, I'll finish packing this up and get everything ready." Percy said, and Sasha sighed, standing up from the bed. She walked out the door and Nico followed behind, closing the door after them.
"I don't get what we have to discuss that can't wait until tomorrow. It's not as if we're going to be attacked from the moment we leave camp up until we land in Beirut, and knowing Arya, we'll be 'discussing' strategy all night." Sasha complained, and Nico grinned, his teeth glowing in the dark.
"If you're looking for an argument, you won't get on from me," Nico said, "although, she is a better friend than Andrea."
Sasha looked down. "Andrea was a good friend to me. It wasn't her fault I turned out to be some hybrid freak that would end up destroying the world at the young age of 16."
"Yeah, sure, great friend. Hey, I wonder, if she were here and knew everything that was going on in your life, she would totally support you, wouldn't she?"

"…Well…"

"Didn't think so," Nico shrugged, "Look, I don't mean to be so blunt about it, but you know she didn't have your best intrests at heart…"
Sasha shook her head. As if he were in some authoritative position to talk! "Whatever, I don't feel like talking about it."
They'd arrived at the Hecate cabin, and Nico held the door open for Sasha as they stepped in. The walls of the Hecate cabin were a bizzare mix of clashing colors, dancing and moving on the wall like a lava lamp. The lights were illumitated orbs floating around the ceiling and the beds floated a few feet above the ground. Sasha stood there blinking a bit for a second, allowing her eyes to adjust. Hecate's children were scattered around, showing each other weird tricks and talking and goofing around. Nico led her over to a door on the opposite side of the cabin to a door. He pressed a button on the side that buzzed, before Orlando's voice answered.

"Nico?"
"Yeah, it's me man. Hook the door up."
The speaker buzzed again as the connection ended, and Nico opened the door, leading Sasha out onto a balcony over the New York City skyline. Arya and Orlando were seated at a metal table, several papers and maps scattered around. Arya looked up.
"Oh good, you're here."
"How are we.." Sasha looked around, awe-struck.
"It's a magic door." Arya answered, not really paying attention, and Sasha rolled her eyes.
"I can see that." She said, taking a seat, Nico following suit.
"So, what needs to be discussed so urgently that I'm not going to get any sleep tonight?"
"We need to start thinking of places to look for the Albus Aurum Clepsydra. I've been doing research, unlike the rest of you slackers, and I've decided that we should start by searching some of the Ancient Roman ruins. You see, at a time, Lebanon was under the order of the Roman Empire. Actually, this was around the same time that prophecy about Charbel was spoken and the Clepsydra was created. Lebanon's the Jewel of the Middle East, er, at least, that's what it used to be called, so we should start looking in the locations that were tied to the Roman civilization." Arya explained, and Sasha nodded.
"Then whats the problem?"
"The problem is that many of the exhibits now days are off limits to visitors, probably because they contain special artifacts demigods like us would die to get our hands on." Nico said, and Sasha crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair.
"Then we get jobs as tour guides or something."
Arya inhaled deeply. "We can't get jobs as workers at every sight. It'd take too much time, and ironically enough, time is the exact thing we are lacking."
"Then what do you think we should do?" Nico asked, and Arya rolled her eyes.
"What do you think we are trying to figure out?"
Nico held his hands up in surrender, and Orlando smirked.
"Okay, here's an idea: Orlando, you said you've been working on teleportation, right?" Arya asked her boyfriend, and he shook his head.
"I have been, but not for long. I'm still not all too good at it."
"Ugh! This is turning out so much harder than I thought."
"Hello? I can shadow travel? You people forgetting that?" Nico said sarcastically, raising a finger. Arya sighed.
"Oh, right. Okay then, Orlando and Nico will be responsible of helping us travel in and out of out of bounds areas."
"Genius." Nico muttered, so only Sasha could hear. She rolled her eyes. Arya wasn't meaning to be so clueless. From the half asleep look in her eyes and the pronounced bags under her eyes, Sasha assumed the Daughter of Athena had been getting less sleep than even she had.
Orlando laughed. "Arya, you've double checked, triple checked, and quadruple checked everything. You and Sasha missed dinner earlier, too. Go eat something and relax before we leave tomorrow." He said, smiling at Arya, and she turned to Sasha.
"You didn't eat anything tonight?"
Sasha laughed bitterly. "I haven't eaten for the past week."
Arya seemed to be thinking it over, and she didn't seem to keen on the idea. "Fine." She said begrudgingly as she began to stand up.

"Don't touch anything while I'm gone." She snapped, shoving all the papers into one stack and putting them in a file, glaring at the boys. Orlando chuckled and Nico suppressed a smile. "Yes Arya, because we are going to totally ruin everything on the night before the quest."
Arya rolled her eyes. "Knowing you two, it's not too unlikely."
Arya smiled lightly to Orlando before raising an eyebrow warily to Nico and turning to leave the little terrace. She opened the door and walked out, Sasha following behind her. On the other side of the door, they had re-entered Hecate's cabin and made their way across it before leaving the Goddess of Magic's cabin altogether.
Arya led the way to the dining pavilion, Sasha kind of trailing behind her awkwardly. She found everything that had to do with contact with others awkward lately. Is that weird?
"So, you ready for tomorrow?" Arya asked, and Sasha was jolted out of her thoughts.
"Huh? Oh...not really. Well, I mean, I'm just afraid we're all going to get blasted out of the sky. It's really kind of irrational, me and Nico travelling by air." She said. Of course it was irrational. It was suicidal. Especially if he knew about the prophecies harboring Sasha's future, along with everyone else's. Arya sighed in exasperation.
"I know," she started, stepping up onto the pavilion floor and making her way to the kitchens across, "but I wasn't really given much of a choice in the matter—Apparently we need to be as 'inconspicuous' as we can while we can, but I don't really understand why." She sighed. "I don't know, I guess I just wish that I didn't have to follow anyone else's orders on this matter; my nerves are completely out of whack because I'm fretting about everything that could go wrong."
Sasha smirked. "But if it were all up to you your planning and calculations would surely be foolproof?"
"Of course!"
The daughter of Poseidon rolled her eyes as they made their way to the stash of food always left over by the harpies after each meal. The 'kitchen' wasn't actually a kitchen with stoves and ovens and such; since every meal fed at camp was prepared magically, there was no need for such items. It was mostly used as a store room for leftovers. People always skipped out on meals for whatever reason, but sooner or later needed to eat, and that's what the leftovers and the 'kitchen' were for. Sasha cut herself a piece of lasagna while Andrea spooned some pasta into her own plate. They ate in silence, neither girl having anything to say to the other that would actually continue a conversation. Once finished, they placed their dishes back into the little side room and said goodnight, reassuring one another that the next day everything would work out fine.
They were wrong, of course.