And I am back once more! Awesome reviews again! You guys are spectactular! Here is the next chapter :p Oh and I have a bit of a problem. 1.) Beta. I really think that this story would improve a lot if I found one so if anyone is a beta or knows one please tell me! 2.) Ok so looking at the reviews I saw that there was a bit of conflicts there... Most of you want Percabeth while others are getting sick and tired of it. Well personally I have to say while I love Percabeth it IS getting tiresome...However, I came up with a compromise and wanted to see if you guys were on board with this as well. I was thinking that Percy could go through a couple girls first BEFORE ultimitly ending up with Annabeth. Something so it isn't totally Percabeth oriented but it has it towards the end. Does that sound good to everyone? I really want to try to make everyone happy here but don't know how well it will work out...:p oh well! Enjoy this chapter :D

Disclaimer- Do I look like own this?

Summary- Percy has been kidnapped by the Titans and raised by them so he could be the child of the prophecy. Now he is given a quest to kill Thalia Grace who might come and take over that prohphecy. There is other stuff he has to do too but they're not as important ;)

Percy had never been so tired in his life. Which was really saying something due to the fact he had been through constant training all his life. This however was almost overboard. All week his schedule had been the same. Get up, eat, train, workout, train, eat, workout, train, workout, eat, workout, bed. That wasn't even the bad part. It was that his workouts and trainings were five times harder than usual. Not that he minded. Percy knew that in order to seal his father's approval the quest had to be done and fast. They went over serveral plans together during lunch and he was pretty sure this whole thing would be a peice of cake. Right?

As he walked over to the harbor glittering a few feet from him her drew his sword. It was a gift from his father on his fifth birthday. Perfectly balanced with a smooth handle which was blood red with saphires around the edge. Celesus bronze, imperial metal, and silver all twisted into one with his father's scythe branded into the blade. Percy felt the sharp blade under his fingers and sighed. There was no way he could bring "Tempest" to camp half-blood. He would deeply miss his sword dispite the fact he was promised to get one at the camp. After touching one of the Saphired with his finger the sword melted into water before him. He smiled knowing that if he would ever need it at camp all he had to do was touch some water and it would summon at his command.

Tempest wasn't what was bothering Percy though. It was his dream last night. He had yet to tell his father about it due to the fact he was worried that he would change his mind on sending him on the quest. Though half of his mind was telling him that there would be a good reason why.

A small girl about the age of fifteen came into view. Black hair fell past her chin and her eyes were a soft brown. Freckles lightly sprinkled her face which was literally glowing with both beauty and power. When she looked over at him she smiled.

"Hello Perseus" she greeted him in a warm, buttery tone.

"Who are you?" he demanded, summoning Tempest.

"Relax young one. I am a friend not a foe." she soothed though Percy briefly wondered why she was calling him young one when she was his age.

"What do you want with me?" He asked still on guard. The girl flicked a peice of hair out of her face and smoothed her jeans and shirt then fixed some of the heaps of jewelry she has been wearing.

"I am Layla" she said with a smile "The Oracle of Delphi." Percy immdiantly took a step back and stared.

"You're dead." he said flatly looking the girl up and down in the mist they were in. Layla sighed and nodded sadly.

"Yes" she said "Awful isn't it? Hades cursed me so that the Oracle is trapped in my body while my soul leaves. However just because my soul leaves my body does not mean I disappear. I am dead yes, but I can relay messages to the living every once in awhile when I feel the need is great." The girl look Percy over and smiled gently at him.

"You will go through a lot Percy" she said "But you must understand that the events that occur will test you in no way you have ever imagined."

"I don't understand" he said. Layla walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"You will. Just know that all people have both good and evil inside of them. Sometimes those good and evil things get mixed up and the good thing is evil and evil is good. Not all of us can see clearly once we have been brainwashed and taken care of a certain way."

"What are you trying to say?" Percy said getting angry with the riddles.

"I would like to give a prophecy to you. It will help you along the way." Not knowing what to say Percy just stared back into those intense brown eyes. Then she stepped back. The white mist around them was turning green and emerald smoke was issueing from the girl's mouth. Her eyes had turned vivid green as well and when she spoke it was like five of her at once.

"You must decide between wrong from right

What you choose will begin the fight

The war will end when the hero finally see's

What he is looking for, that is they key

Go to the camp where gods rule

There the task completed will be the tool

The thing you fail will cost more than your life

You will conquer with the scythe."

Then the girl collapsed and blackness starting closing in. However he did catch a glimpse of a man and a woman on the beach. The woman opened her mouth and said four words.

"Your son is alive"

Percy knew that this wasn't good. He wasn't dumb you know. However he wanted to go on the quest sp bad that he really didn't care. Who cares what the stupid Oracle has to say anyway...She's dead! It was probably a normal dream anyhow. He didn't really see Layla. She was just a figment of his imagination...Really. As he watched the sun set on the horizon he noticed how all the colors blended together to make it look beautiful. He doubted anything but colors had that much control to work together. He smiled at the thought if his father taking orders from Zeus. Proposterous. But as he watched the sunset a thought flittered across his mind. What if it happened that way?