I changed all my grammar mistakes, happy now?

Percy's POV:

I was dreaming peacefully until Annabeth shoved me off the bed. Banging my head on the floor, which I swear I think my brain is damaged now, I yelled, "Ow! What was that for?!"

Rubbing my scalp, I looked up at Annabeth who was already dressed up and ready, fighting a smirk on her face.

"Ha ha, so funny. I think my brain cells are damaged," I said, sarcastically.

She gasped, "Who knew you even had brain cells to spare?"

She held out her arm, "Here comes on, get dressed."

I took her arm, smirking as I pulled her down.

"I walked right into that." She murmured, rolling her eyes. "Stop wasting time, let's get going!"

"No," I said, engulfing her into a hug. I kissed her forehead, "just a few more minutes? Please."

She let out a sigh, "No, seaweed brain. Minda and Earl probably would be dead by now!"

I yawned, "Ugh, fine."

We both got off the floor, and I started heading to the bathroom.

Annabeth decided that we should meet up at Rachel's cave since I was being so slow.

Annabeth went to the door of my cabin, but turned around, "Your breath smells like garbage."

I put my hand on my heart, and mocked being hurt.

She just rolled her eyes, chuckled and left.

I brushed my teeth and did morning stuff. Then, I took a quick 15 minute shower, and put on some clothes I found on the floor. If it smells good, it's most likely okay to wear, that's my rule.

I got out of the cabin, only to be greeted by Annabeth getting out of Piper's cabin. Curiosity got the best of me, so I ran up to her. I poked her shoulder, "Hey?"

She turned around to face me, I could already see fear in her eyes. Whatever she saw in Piper's cabin, it could only be bad news. "What happened?" I asked.

She forced a smile, but I could tell she was distracted, "Nothing, let's go see Rachel."

I frowned, something is up. I glanced back at the Aphrodite cabin, a shiver went up my spine. Whatever she saw, she'll tell me, I thought, I hope. I followed Annabeth to Rachel's, shaking off the feeling like someone is watching me.

Annabeth's POV:

I got out of Percy's cabin with an idea. I headed straight to the Aphrodite cabin. It's more or less like a pink 'Barbie house' with a pink door, lace curtains and potted carnations by the window. Before I could even knock on the door, I could smell the heavily sprayed perfume. I knocked on the door, my other hand covering my nose. Piper opened the door, looked at my gesture and groaned. "I told them to go easy on the perfume, but do they ever listen?" she said, her words pointed towards the campers, but somehow, I wanted to listen closely to her. I snapped out of her charm-speak, knowing she didn't do it on purpose. "I need your help." I told her exactly what I needed from her.

Surely, she said,"No", I was expecting that. But after convincing her, she reluctantly took out her knife, Katoptris. "Annabeth, this is a bad idea."

Feeling stubborn, I said,"Piper, I need to know."

"That's the problem, you always need to know. The events that are going to play out, it would just make you not want to do it anymore, steering you away from the reason on why you are doing it. Trust me, you don't want to see it." She exclaimed, taking my hand. Her words were dripped in charm-speak, I thought. I looked at her with a surge of determination.

"Piper, I need it." She frowned at my stubbornness, but then looked down at the Katoptris. "Show me where Minda is." I peered at the knife, it wasn't a 60" TV set where you could see everything, but I guess it worked.

On the knife, it displayed a turn of events that just gave me shivers just thinking about it. I saw a woman standing in the front of a gateway to somewhere. She had eyes that sparkled with malice, and she wore an elegant sleeveless dress of woven gold, with her dark hair piled into a cone encircled with diamonds and emeralds. Her eyes were filled with hatred. I had a feeling I have met her once, but I couldn't put my finger on where.

I saw Frank being flown across the room, Hazel cornered by a ram, Leo, Piper, Jason and Reyna were dripping in blood, their own blood and a Δ symbol. I gasped at the sight of it, the woman and the symbol made sense. I took another glance at the knife, and this time it was Percy. He was standing right before me, his sword in his hand. With one slice, I was cut in half. But then the knife went blank.

I looked at Piper, but she was only confused. "There was nothing on it." She exclaimed, putting the knife back.

"You didn't see it?"

"There was nothing on it. Did you see something?" She said.

"No. I didn't see anything." I claimed, "I should go."

"Annabeth, you saw something, didn't you?" She asked.

I pondered on what to do, but decided not to.

I shook my head, and headed out the door. It felt like my mouth was glued shut, I wanted to tell Piper, but I couldn't.

Rachel's POV:

I took a step back and admired my drawing, of a sheep. Absentmindedly, I keep on drawing random animals that don't make any sense, first it was a snake, then an eagle and now a sheep. I don't know what is happening, I just felt like it is right. I looked back at my drawing and tried to fix the eyes, until I heard a knock.

I turned around the canvas, making sure it's not visible.

I patted down my shirt, accidentally smearing some paint on it. But it's not like I care, I still walked up to the opening of my cave. I am not really into presenting myself to others, like you don't really see me pampering myself to look good or anything.

Most people are surprised when they hear I am the daughter of Mr. Dare, like "Oh, I didn't know you were rich!" or most times, "You don't look like a rich snob." Truth is that I am not your average stereotypical rich person. I don't bathe myself in money for my comfort. If I could, I would rather give 95% of my earning and money in my bank for the people in need. But, it's not my money, well yet anyway. My parents still have control over it.

Standing outside was both Annabeth and Percy, two of my friends. Percy and I once, back in the old days, dated. But Annabeth was the perfect match for him. Even if you just say Annabeth Chase, he perks up and he has this thing, like whenever you say something he likes, he lights up.

When we were dating, he didn't do anything like that, but don't think I am jealous, I am not. I gave up on boys, I mean sure there are some good looking people out there, but the disadvantage of being an oracle, I can't date.

I smiled at the sight of them two, it's been ages since we really talked and hung out.

"Annabeth! Percy! Hello there." I exclaimed, hugging Annabeth. I nodded at Percy, it's kind of awkward hugging your ex's girlfriend, but like I said, Percy didn't mind.

"What brings you here?" I asked. Noticing the discomfort between them, I realized something is up. I frowned, immediately thinking the worst. What happens if they broke up, I thought.

"Guys, what's up?" I said, breaking the silence.

Percy looked at Annabeth, who looked to the floor. Did Annabeth do something?

Annabeth spoke up, "We need a quest."

"Oh." That was all I could say. I know how hard it is for them two, they've been to everything since age 12. The thought of another quest, it's unimaginable. They deserve a break, they don't know if this quest could be their last quest.

"I'm really sorry," I said, picking up my art supplies. "It must be hard, saving the gods bacon twice, and now a third time."

They nodded, shifting uncomfortably.

"I don't think there is a quest for you," I exclaimed, rubbing my head.

"What?" Annabeth asked.

"The oracle spirit inside me, it doesn't seem to have a quest stored for you," I said, shelving away the supplies. "You didn't say it properly."

"Properly? We just need a freaking prophecy!" Percy yelled, clearly tired of prophecies, like who would be?

"Sorry, it doesn't work like that," I said, my voice getting smaller and smaller, an angry Percy isn't a sight you want to see.

"Fine." Annabeth inhaled and closed her eyes, "Oracle of Delphi, may we've a quest?"

Surely, that wasn't the correct format of asking for a quest, but it seemed to work.

Green smoke filled up the room, like a stage smoke maker backfired. My vision clouded with green, and I could feel the green smoke rising around my body.

"Reopened maze,

The lost goddess is raised

Chosen ones roam the darkness.

As the one who had been missed face, certain death,

Wished them heaven's only breath."

The smoke disappeared, leaving me motionless as I almost fell to the floor if it wasn't for Percy. Being an oracle drains the life out of you. It's like having your energy being eaten, piece by piece until there is nothing left.

Before blacking out, I got a glimpse of Annabeth's face. I could see her wheels spinning, as if she realized what the prophecy is about, it all tying together into one thing.

Everything is about to change.

AN: Hello Darlings. I see you just finished reading chapter 2 of TMODE. Aren't you enjoying it? I hope you are.

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