Me: Martha, can you say the disclaimer for me?

Martha: No!

Me: Might I remind you that I know a daughter of Zeus who can shoot lightning.

Martha: Wizchickswimmer does not and never will own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or the Heroes of Olympus. All rights go to Rick Riordan.

Chapter 2

Tessa Goldfinch's POV

"Wait," I said, stopping my friend Martha mid sentance, "There was what in the lightning?"

"A scroll," Martha replied excitedly, "With a prophecy on it!"

It was early Friday morning. Martha had excitedly run into my cabin at five thirty and woken everybody up. Now it was seven and Martha still hadn't lost any energy.

"Don't all prophecies come from Rachel?" I asked.

"Not this one!" Martha said as she started jumping on my bed.

Martha and I were both thirteen and small for our age. Martha was 4' 8" and I was 4' 10".

As Martha bounced, her curly brown pigtails bounced around. Her gray eyes were filled with happiness. Her slightly tan, freckle covered skin glowed with joy. I guessed she was having a good day.

"Are you sure it's not just some of Apollo's poetry?"

"No it's definetely a prophecy."

"Want to ask Lina, just to make sure?"

Lina was our other best friend. She was a daughter of Apollo, so she'd probably know if this was a real prophecy.

"We can't," Martha replied, "She's not here! She's off rescuing that demigod."

"It's about time she did that! She's only been watching the girl for three years!"

Soon enough, Martha and I were cracking up. I don't know what was so funny, but something was. We kept laughing until Lou Ellen came in and gave us an odd look. That made us laugh even more. You can always count on big sisters to make you laugh.

By the time we were heading to dinner, Martha and I couldn't even look at each other without exploding into laughter.

"What's so funny?" My sister Charlotte asked.

I was going to answer, but I was cut off by somebody screaming, "What the Hades? Oh my gods! Alessia, look out!"

The voice of the screamer sounded very familiar. In fact, it sounded like it belonged to...

"Lina!" Martha and I both cried out simultaneously.

"Something's wrong!" Martha said.

"No kidding! Come on, let's go!" I yelled. I wasn't waiting for anything.

Martha and I sprinted off in the direction of the scream.

I felt like Martha last night. I was sleeping peacefully when a loud clap of thunder woke me up. The thunder must have been very close, because it shook my house. I started freaking out, but unlike Martha, I didn't scream. Sadly, when I woke up there were no prophecy scrolls on my porch. :(