"Hey Chiron?" I called into the dark Big House. There was no response. I took one step inside, then instantly retreated in juvenile fear as the floorboards creaked.

You're fine. I told myself. There's nothing to be afraid of, Quinn.

I breathed slowly, then almost laughed out loud at the irony. A daughter of the god of thievery being scared by a creaking, empty house; most of my sibling would take this as the perfect opportunity to steal.

I took another tiny step inside, wincing at the unbalanced floor crying in protest.

"Chiron?" my voice cracked. "Hello? Anyone?"

Mr. D appeared around a corner, head down and intensely reading some file. He looked up when he got closer.

"Ah, here again…" he struggled to remember my name, like he did every time, "girl," he settled with.

"Um, yes," I said, "I'm looking for Chiron. Is he around?"

"Yes, yes, the old centaur is in the attic. Go right up, but knock first."

Mr. D, as rude and uncaring as he was, understood my situation and never questioned when I needed to see Chiron.
I climbed the stairs to the top floor, knocking as instructed, then entering when I heard the muffled "Come in" on the other side.

The room was an organized mess of old relics. Chiron stood at the far end, studying a small skeleton that I knew to be the old Oracle. Leaning against a table, clearly interrupted by my entrance, was a dark haired boy who was maybe on his late teens. I felt like I should recognize him, but he was shrouded in shadows, only the green of his eyes shone from the darkness.

"Um, sorry," I said, immediately stepping back, "I didn't mean to—to interrupt—or anything—I, um."

"Come in, Quinn," Chiron said without looking up, "I expect you are here for your regular package."

"Uh, yes Sir," I glanced at the boy. He was watching me and his expression was hard to read. I looked away, at the floor, unsure how to deal with any of it.

"Of course," Chiron looked up, "Percy, would you mind getting the package for her?" Chiron gave him directions and then he left. Percy Jackson. That's why he looked familiar.

"I could have gotten it," I spoke in a small voice.

"No, no, Percy can manage," Chiron waved it off and trotted over to me. I hastily took small steps back. "I actually wanted to speak with you, Quinn."

I probably looked dumbfounded. "You did?—I mean, you do?"

"Yes. Would you like to sit?" Chiron looked around for a place for me, but everything was cluttered. He cursed in Greek.

"I—I'm fine," I took the same position Percy Jackson had had, leaning against a mostly stable table.

"Well, Quinn," Chiron began, "I might as well be blunt, seeing as though the prophecy isn't."

Sweat beaded my forehead. Just the mention of a prophecy made me nervous; I wanted to leave the room that instant. But I forced myself to stand still, to not move or flinch.

"As you may know, there was a harpy who memorized parts of the old prophesy books. There is work currently being undergone at Camp Jupiter to get these down in written form. Well, they recently discovered one that stood out to me; one about a demigod that fit your description to a T."

"I—I, um," Chiron held up a hand to stop me for rambling.

"I know it isn't something you'd like to hear, but it was something I couldn't keep from you. Now, there is a slim possibility that it isn't about you. And if it is, we don't know when it will come to pass."

"But—I can't—I'm not—"

"Quinn, I know you have problems most demigods don't, but you still underestimate yourself. You should try to have a little more self-confidence."

This shut up any argument I had. Instead I asked, "What's the prophesy say?"

Chiron shook his head. "It's best you not know yet."

I looked down at my feet just as Percy Jackson returned. He handed me the package and I muttered a thanks and asked Chiron if I could go.

"Quinn," he said as I was leaving. I stopped and looked at him, his eyes full of sympathy. "Try not to think about it too hard."

Too late, I thought as I shut the door behind me.

I wrote this maybe a year ago? So, on behalf of my past self, sorry if it wasn't my best writing. I have the next chapter already written so I'll update pretty soon, and it'll be a hell of a lot better cause I wrote this one recently.
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