DISCLAIMER: I do not own Class of the Titans nor make any money from the production if this fic. (No beta, all mistakes are my own)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you are looking for information about the Pythia and her role in Ancient Greece, just wiki it, the article is not entirely accurate because it's Wikipedia but it gets the general idea across very nicely for our purposes! Obviously some things are embellished in this story (gotta add some dramatic flair)… Thanks for reading!

CHAPTER 2: Problems and Solutions

Theresa glanced around the library where the team had gathered waiting for Hera to arrive. The air was tense, it was no secret to any of the seven heroes present that this mission was not going to be a walk in the park whatever it was. Jay was hanging back, already in deep in thought, clearly calculating risks and assessing the overall wellbeing of the team. Archie and Atlanta stood close, heads bent together in quiet conversation. Odie, predictably typing away at his lap top was sitting next to Herry who looked dangerously close to falling asleep again. Neil was pacing and complaining about losing precious hours of beauty sleep but no one was paying him any mind.

It wasn't long before Hera entered the room, Hermes floating quietly behind her. Both looked grave, setting the Titans on alert.

'Please all of you, take a seat.' Hera prompted with a wave of her arm and everyone hurried to do so. There was no more talking, everyone in the room waiting with bated breath for Hera and Hermes to explain what was going on. It was not so long ago that impatience would have won out and the heroes would have bombarded the gods with question after question. They were grown up now Theresa mused, grown up and matured. The thought was unsettling in a way and made her weary, thinking about how long they had been battling Cronus.

'I know you are all wondering why we have called you from your beds at this time of night.' Hera began, voice sharp and clear. 'I am afraid it is not good news.'

'When is it ever these days?' Archie groused, crossing his arms across his chest and looking down at the table with a scowl.

'Not as often as we would wish.' Hera replied ruefully. 'The reason I have called you here is Cronus. He has murdered the Oracle of Delphi so that a new Pythia will be brought forth in her place.'

'Why does he want a new Oracle?' Theresa asked. 'Why couldn't he just use the old one for whatever he wants to do with them.'

'He's hoping that if he finds the new Oracle before we do, he'll be able to manipulate her and bring her to Tartarus and use her prophecies against us.' Hermes explained. 'The old Pythia would never allow herself to be taken by Cronus.'

'And who says a new Oracle-Pythia person will be born, or whatever?' Atlanta looked skeptical. It was Jay who had the answer.

'The Oracle of Delphi is a lifelong position. When the Oracle dies a new one is chosen in her place.'

'Exactly.' Hera confirmed. 'And it is imperative that we find her before Cronus does. She will be scared and confused. She likely doesn't even understand what is happening to her. I don't need to remind you all of the danger that we would be in if her power falls into the wrong hands.'

'Any idea on how we can track her down?' Odie's fingers were flying across his lap top keys, eyes never leaving the screen as he worked. Theresa couldn't help but feel proud, over the years they had each grown so much, forged their places within the team and were ready to face any challenge thrown their way.

Hermes was already ushering Odie from the room, headed to the workshop to get a plan in motion while the others had begun moving out of the library in order to prepare for what was sure to be an exhausting undertaking.

It was a few hours later in a brief moment of down time that Theresa found herself sitting with Atlanta. 'I can't help but feel bad for that girl, whoever she is.' Theresa sighed, 'I remember how it was finding out about my own psychic abilities and how hard it was to adjust to visions.'

'Yeah and you had Persephone to guide you through it.' Atlanta said. 'This girl is on her own with no idea what's happening.'

'Which is exactly why we're going to find her and bring her back here.' Jay spoke up vehemently from behind Theresa. 'Failure is not an option.' Both girls nodded, determined to succeed. Theresa had to admit, Jay always got intense on missions, and as the years went by the stress of being the leader had taken its toll on Jay and their relationship, but she could not deny that he was the best man for the job.

Another hour went by with the group mostly packing up supplies in Herry's monstrosity of a truck when Odie flew into the room looking excited.

'I think we got her.' He grinned.

'Really?' Jay exclaimed excitedly. 'Where?'

'Surprisingly not that far from here.' Odie opened up his lap top to show the rest of the team what he had found out. 'Hermes gave me a little bit of an idea what the Oracle would be going through while getting adjusted to being the next Pythia.'

'Sounds ominous.' Neil rolled his eyes.

'It's not pleasant.' Odie agreed, ignoring the sarcasm.

'So what are we looking at then?' Archie asked, impatient to get going.

'Essentially the new Oracle is chosen by Fate, she doesn't really have a choice in the matter and she cannot refuse the position. When she is chosen she goes through a transitioning phase, her body is adapting to having visions and delivering prophecy; as Theresa can confirm, it's incredibly draining and hard on the body and this girl just got all of that times ten dumped on her for this first time.' Odie explained. 'While her body is adjusting to its new role, she's likely to experience fainting, nausea, dizziness, fever and a whole lot of other nasty stuff.'

'So how did we track her down?' Herry asked, clearly confused.

'Based on these symptoms and the whammy it does to the body, we hacked into hospital records for the surround areas. It was logical that if you suddenly feel that sick or if she passed out in public, someone would get her to a hospital. We hit a couple of potential matches and I created an algorithm that narrowed it down and-'

'So you found her is what you're saying?' Jay interrupted.

'We found her. Her name is Irini.' Odie confirmed, looking only slightly put out that he hadn't been able to explain his technical wizardry in full as he showed them a picture of the girl in question off of a social media website. 'She's in a room at the General and we have to move fast, they want to transfer her to a mental facility outside of the city.'

'A mental facility?' Theresa cried.

'According to her hospital records she's, and I quote, 'Speaking in tongues and having vivid visual and auditory hallucinations.'. The doctors think she needs psychological care they can't give her. They don't know that she's actually having visions and handing out prophecies left and right.' Odie explained.

'Then what are we standing around here for?' Neil spoke up, surprising everyone. 'Shouldn't we be on our way to bust her out of there?'

'Neil's right.' Jay sprang into action. 'We have to get her out of there before they transfer her, or worse, before Cronus finds her there.'

'What's the plan?' Archie asked as they all began to pile into the truck.

'I'll explain on the way.' Jay smiled, there was an air of confidence exuding from him that was contagious. 'Herry, how fast can you get us there?'

'About 15 minutes.' Was the reply.

'Make it ten.'