Someone knocked on the door of my cabin. I opened it. Behind it was Artemis. My mother. At the moment she looked 25, her auburn hair in ringlets and her silvery eyes shining bright. I kneeled at her feet.

"Rise, daughter." She said tenderly. She hugged me. Behind her is Thalia, my aunt. She smiles at me. I smile back.

"Daughter, I have convinced Chiron to send you on a quest. You need one. That bow won't find itself. And judging from where you're looking, you'll still be looking for the pieces of the bow in the Underworld." I notice she said pieces, and she said it like it was important.

"Pieces?" I questioned.

"You will understand soon. Now go get your prophecy from Rachel. She is waiting for you." I walked to Rachel's cave. She grabbed my shoulder, and the mist I've seen five thousand times spews out:

2 archers, one silver, one gold

Traveling with a child who takes things not sold

Shall search for the bow of the hunter

And put together a weapon that causes everlasting slumber

They shall travel to the north, east, south and west

Searching for the pieces, searching for the rest

The arrows will guide you to what is broken

Love will commence through a love potion

A/N I don't suck at writing poems and songs, but I epically fail at writing prophecies.