Gwen's POV We could see the inside of the cave through its mouth. It was dimly lit by torches holding green fire. Sure that's safe I thought sarcastically to myself. Quickly looking over my shoulder, it was easy to see that Heather was fuming mad about not being recognized. I remembered Annabeth stuttering when Al appeared. If she made a move on Al, oh the Fireworks!

I turned to Duncan who was walking beside me. "If Annabeth made a move on Al, and Heather knew, who do you think would win a fight?" I whispered to him. He moved closer to me and whispered back "Heather, knife or no knife. When she gets mad, that fight would be over in a second." I snickered. It was then I noticed how close together we were. He seemed to realise how close we were as well, and moved over. It made me remember when we were a couple. We would get close, and then I'd close my eyes and….I snapped out of it. Gwen! Remember he used you! I thought to myself angrily. But, he didn't even realise that he was using me. I mentally argued back. But it's too late anyways, I broke up with him.

"Too late…"I mumbled. I caught him looking at me and raised my eyebrows. He turned away, and I could have sworn he was blushing. We reached the cave .It was brighter than I thought it was. Annabeth pushed open a door and walked. We all followed, surprisingly. I was sure Heather, Duncan or Al would have run by now. Inside the room there was carpets, books, carvings, a padded stool in the middle, and weirdly a mini fridge in the back. I saw that Dawn was looking around the room in awe, like she was in heaven.

A girl, around are age entered through a door on the opposite wall from where we came in. She looked at us and smiled. "Hi I'm Rachel! Local Oracle, actually, only Oracle. So! Ready to hear a prophecy surrounding you guys? Well since you're here, of course you are. Please sit.' She said, and gestured towards the carpets, while sitting on the stool herself.

"Before we go on, I'm going to explain something's to you. First, you know Greek Mythology, right? Well, it's real. And the gods, well they come down to earth and sire children, demigods, which are us. They move around to wherever the flame is brightest. Currently it is here. Right now were in…"Said Annabeth, but I cut her off.

"Camp Half- Blood! I recognize this now. You're Annabeth, the girl from my story!" I said showing her my book. She looked at it for a second then responded.

"Everything, that was in that series is real events that were recorded and turned into a best selling series."

The inner fan-girl in me went into overdrive. Percabeth, Jasiper, Frazel kept zooming around my mind! Oh, those couples were the best!

"Anyways, let's get to the prophecy." Said Rachel, we all took a seat on the carpets, which were surprisingly soft.

Rachel closed her eyes. When she opened them, she spoke, that didn't sound like Rachel at all.

"The Five shall find the parents they seek.

Nature, Strong and Smart go east to take the Chef.

Dark and Brave will be a team to bring justice to the head.

Meet at the centre when it's too late. Waters symbol on the flames will light them once more. " said Rachel. She gasped and returned to her normal self.

Duncan's POV

Annabeth led us out of the cave; she said we were heading back to the main part of camp, where the dining pavilion was for lunch. I was starving. I thought of Rachel's mini fridge. Probably should have asked for something.

Speaking of Rachel, her prophecy sounded really dark, almost like something Gwen would write. Not in stereotypical way, I mean by the way it was written, really well. I remember Gwen saying that Prophecies were misleading, and often didn't use specific names. She told me this when we were together. I hadn't thought of us being together for a bit. She probably hates me now. So anyway, Brave, Dark, Nature, Strong and Smart were probably names for all of us. Dark and Nature were obviously Gwen and Dawn, but I wasn't sure about the other three. Strong, Smart and Brave were three qualities all of us shared.

I decided not to get too hung up on either, we were less than a foot away from the dining pavilion and the smell of food was over whelming me. I was sure I'd pass out of hunger before we got there. It smelled so delicious, probably looked delicious too. Probably much better than the slop the traitorous, ugly, Chef had served us.

There were multiple tables, but no one seemed spread out. It was like they were all grouped into cliques. Pretty people with other Pretty people, Sporty people with more sporty people. It seemed cliché. Annabeth had brought this guy over to us; he looked like a prankster, my kind of friend. She gestured to the guy next to her and spoke "Dawn, Gwen, Duncan, Al and Heather, meet Conner Stoll. He's the son of Hermes, and the head consoler of the Hermes cabin, along with his twin, Travis." We all muttered hi. He didn't take it personally, probably realised we were too hungry to bother to use manners, like I used manners anyways.

"Since you're all undetermined, you stay in the Hermes cabin, until your godly parent claims you. Got it?" asked Connor, we all nodded are heads. "Awesome, let's get l-." Connor didn't get a chance to finish because I had already pushed past him, heading towards the smell of actual food. I could hear everyone else behind me, but nobody caught up to me. Not even Gwen, nothing was in my way between my stomach and that food. Suckers, that big Mac is mine!