I'm sososososososososososo sorry I haven't been able to update! I still won't be very active because school here is about to start and I have instruments to practice... :(

I'm soo bad at first-person, so I'm going to stop doing it. However, I will still have the names on top to show who I'm following, if that makes sense (I might do the name of the place where it takes place instead).

I only own the plot. Rick Riordan owns everything else.

Camp Half-Blood

The messenger from Camp Jupiter landed on the grass. A white centaur trotted out to greet him.

"Greetings! What news do you bring of our friends at Camp Jupiter?" Chiron inquired while the messenger dismounted from his pegasus.

"Our praetors have been having disturbing dreams, and your oracle had a spouted a prophecy. A few dozen residents of Camp Jupiter will be arriving here in a few days."

"Hmm. Did Lupa say anything?"

"No sir." Chiron gazed into the nothing, considering what could be happening. He seemed to have forgotten the messenger was there.

"Sir?" The messenger asked, feeling awkward. Chiron started.

"Oh yes, sorry. Thank you. Do you want any food for you or your pegasus?"

"That would be nice, sir."

The Romans arrived a few days later with a portable camp. They were going to stay for a while. The two praetors, accompanied by Hazel and Rachel, hurried over to Chiron, who had come out of the Big House to greet them.

"Hello Romans! If you wouldn't mind stepping inside the Big House, I have called a meeting to discuss what has been troubling us, and most likely you too."

When the Romans entered the meeting room, they were shocked. They hadn't even started setting up the meeting yet. All they had was a ping-pong table surrounded by mismatched plastic chairs. Then Rachel sat down in a vacant seat and motioned for the others to do the same. They hadn't exactly been expecting their style of Senate meetings, but...seriously? Then Hazel let out a squeal of delighted surprise that was most unlike her when she noticed one of the campers sitting next to Piper. She flung herself at the grinning Leo Valdez.

"When did you get back?" she asked while Frank lumbered over to pat Leo on the back.

"Oh, I just got back about a week ago. I had trouble finding my way back from Calypso's island. What's it called again? Ogia? Ogygia?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt this joyful reunion, but we have some dreams to discuss," Chiron said. All three Romans looked up.

"Have you been having dreams about Egyptians too?" Reyna inquired.

"More or less, yes," Chiron answered. "All of the people from The Second Great Prophesy, and also Nico has-" She was interrupted by a raspy voice that was accompanied by a small deluge green mist.

Sadie Kane

After her little Ba trip, she decided that Carter wasn't lying. There were really strange people living by a huge strawberry field. They also had friends (that stayed in portable camps that went up so fast that it might as well have been inflatable) that apparently threw up green mist whenever they decided to recite ridiculous rhymes. Seriously, "The Nations Three?" Everybody knew that there are way more than just three nations in the world. But still, it got her worried...she would have to ask Carter or Cleo about it, maybe even call a meeting.

Sorry I haven't been publishing. I haven't had much time and I had a really hard time with making the prophecy (I'm horrible at rhymes that make sense). As you read, I decided not to include it.