A/N: Who do you guys think Marius' parent is? I am actually curious, and I do want to know what you guys think.

The Apollo cabin led the sing-along. Except Enjolras wouldn't sing. There were a thousand jokes made about this son of Apollo, who didn't take after his father besides in looks. When Enjolras first came to camp, everyone thought his father was Zeus. But then he got claimed by Apollo, and they lost interest in him.

Marius was singing with Cosette and was having a good time, when Bossuet screamed. They all looked to see the shinning symbol of Apollo above Joly's head.

"Someone's been claimed!" Bahorel shouted, and everyone fell silent. Joly met Enjolras eye, and the two (now brothers) exchanged small smiles. Bossuet frowned, sad that he was losing another friend.

X

Grantaire had a plan to get to the prophecy. He wasn't doing it for himself; he was doing it for Éponine. The easiest person to get the prophecy out of was Courfeyrac.

Joly's job was simple: Distract Combeferre and Enjolras. Combeferre was easy, all Joly had to do was hand him some old medical textbooks he had. Combeferre would be reading all day. Enjolras was trickier. Finally, Joly thought of something.

"Uh, Enjolras, can I talk to you?" Joly asked him, during archery practice.

"Sure," Enjolras said, shooting an arrow into the bulls-eye.

"Are you upset that we're brothers?" Joly asked, not looking at Enjolras.

"Of course not!" Enjolras sounded genuinely surprised that Joly would ask something like that.

"But…we're so different…" Joly rambled on.

"Listen, your forte is in medicine and healing. Apollo is the patron god of that. You deserve to be the son of Apollo more than I do," Enjolras said. "Remember how everyone was sure I was the son of Zeus?"

"Yeah," Joly smiled bitterly. "But, well, you aren't really unique anymore, are you?"

"I don't care about being unique," Enjolras said, a little too sharply. He sighed, and took his tone down a notch. "It's complicated."

Joly smiled. Those were the words he wanted to hear, "we have all day…"

While Joly was busy with Enjolras, Grantaire was getting the trap ready for Courfeyrac. Of course, it meant forfeiting his alcohol for the rest of the summer. But, some things had to be sacrificed.

Courfeyrac was walking along the woods, when he saw Grantaire, Bahorel, Bossuet, and Éponine sitting on the cluster of rocks called Zeus' fist. Smiling, he joined them. He was slightly surprised to see that they all had whiskey, but he let Grantaire give him a shot. And then another one. And then another one. Soone, Courfeyrac was completely drunk.

"So, Courf," Éponine smiled flirtatiously. "The prophecy?"

"Wha-?" Courfeyrac burped. "The Big Three? Oh yeah. It goes something like this.

The powerful demigods of the Big Three strong

Will meet underneath Evil's clutches before too long

The son of Zeus will lead them there

Accompanied by their friends that are fair

The daughter of Poseidon knows the trap

Rescue her before it can go snap

The child of Hades gives the ultimate price

For their quest to succeed, they need a sacrifice

One of the three will betray them all

One will witness a ghastly fall

The last one has a promise to keep evermore

As the streets are washed out by gore"