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I don't own the underland chronicles or Percy Jackson or the characters. Chapter one

(Percy's POV)

Percy sat in his cabin wondering what would happen if he had a new cabin mate. He finally decided to get out and start training again. When he got outside he saw someone coming up half-blood hill. He decided to go check who it was. He started to run but when he got there the person disappeared. He turned around to see if anyone saw him because he was embarrassed by the fact that he thought someone was there. When he turned around he didn't see anyone he didn't even see camp!

He started running to where camp Half-blood used to be then he saw it. It was camp alright but definitely not camp Half-blood. It was the Roman camp that he had come back from but how was he there. He was very confused. Then he looked closer and he saw a girl staring at him. He jumped back and knocked his head on a tree. He looked behind him and he was standing in front of the forest in camp Half-blood. "Hello" said the voice behind him. He turned and said "who are you." "I am Hazel daughter of kidomos God of confusion, battle cry, and hubbub." She had black hair a shirt that was impossible to describe how it looked like because it kept changing pictures and jeans. Well you should go talk to Chiron said Percy. She started going towards the kidomos cabin like she knew where it was without even looking. Percy started going to his activities.

(A/n (o) at the camp fire.

Percy sat at the camp fire wondering when the next prophecy would be revealed. He soon figured out it would be right then. Rachel dares eyes became green. Her mouth opened filling the place with green smoke but this time it was different he didn't hear the words for some reason he saw them carved in a dark stone room. At the same time he saw someone in the room reading it he didn't have time to see who it was. He was to occupied reading the prophecy. It went like this.

The enemy is near

The army shall appear

The garden is the gift

And the war shall be the rift

(A\N sorry I suck at writing prophecies)