As Truman made his way over to the Big house he realised there was a lot on his mind. First off he had to complete this quest, not for Morpheus though, he was going to do this for Liza. That was his second problem, there's always a girl and this one barely trusted him. Truman subconsciously wanted to impress her in some way but he knew that nothing could happen why there was a high chance death over both their heads. Oh yeah and even if he did get them through it and impress her he'd also have to break it too her that he only noticed her at first because of her father.

*Thump*

Truman punched the closest tree to him as hard as he could. What was wrong with him, girl trouble, trying to impress a god, Truman knew the real reason he would do this quest: for Chiron. At this point he was the least likely to survive any of this but for Chirons' sake he was keeping the others alive no matter what. Who cares if the girl you like doesn't like you back, Chiron was the best thing that has ever, and will ever, happen to this camp. And Truman was not going to let him down.

As he made his way through the front door Truman had a quick look at his hand. It was red and had a bit of bark on it but was relatively fine, I guess spending your days punching celestial bronze minotaur has its uses. Truman walked in and observed the scene. Robus was already on the couch eating out of his Cheeto bag. Apparently one of the Hecate cabin had made it a never-ending bag so he could eat to his hearts decided he was going to confiscate that bag if Robus was going to live past 30, or 60 in goat years. Next to him was a girl Truman didn't recognise who was talking animatedly to him, but it looked more like a one-sided conversation to him. She was wearing an overlarge shirt, some old jeans, Truman guessed as they had holes and doodles all over them, and had frizzy red hair. Truman searched his Morpheus mind for a visiting god, or something along those lines but found nothing. Ah not important enough Morpheus, good sign. Truman chuckled to himself as he sat on the other side of Robus and stole a Cheeto.

"Hey, you get your own Cheetos." Truman held his arms up in mock surrender and instead found himself looking to at the two girls in the corner. Clarisse was still in full body armor and seemed to standing up was taking too much energy, she stayed there however as that was where Liza was. She seemed to have quickly gotten out of her armor and was now wearing some skinny-ish jeans and had an orange "Camp half blood" Hoodie on. Her short-ish Auburn hair had been combed slightly and her deep purple eyes seemed to reach out to him. Truman realised he was staring and quickly looked away, feeling his cheeks go slightly red. He decided to try to talk to the other girl instead to break the tension.

"And you are...?" She was about to answer when Chiron walked in and surveyed the scene.

"She Truman is Rachel Elizabeth Dare, our oracle." Rachel closed her mouth almost sad that she didn't get to answer for herself. "And Liza please come sit, you and Clarisses' attention will not be entirely on me while she yearns to sit down." Liza sat down, rather sheepishly noticing her friends uncomfortableness, while Clarisse stole a handful of Robus's Cheetos and relaxed along the entire other sofa. A smile crept its way onto the centaurs face and Truman saw what Chiron must have been like before it all caught up on him. Unfortunately though it disappeared before anyone else noticed it.

"It's quest time isn't it" Truman was supposed to feel scared and all that but instead he just thought it was about time. He knew he still was probably nowhere near ready, but he'd rather get it over and done with than have it hanging over his head.

"Quite bluntly put, but yes. It seems the branches of Oneiros have been stolen." Chiron looked at the bewildered bunch another smile crept its way back onto his face. " The Branches of the Oneiros are the sacred items of the Oneiroi - also known as Morpheus, God of Dreams, Icelus, God of Nightmares, and Phantasos, who controls the middle ground. They are used to keep Hypnos in his never-ending sleep but are also filled with the powers of the Oneiroi. If someone were to steal them they would have the power to control all the realms of sleep, and Liza they suspect your father"

Her face became extremely harsh as Chiron tried to give her an apologetic look. "Because of the war?" She said, any kindness Truman usually heard in her voice disappeared as it was fill with only rage. Clarisse smartly decided to move her spear incase it started picking up her emotions.

"Not entirely, your father is chief minister to the sleeping god and is in charge of keeping Hypnos's realm safe. him being that close to the sacred items, coupled with him going silent, has led him to being the gods main suspect." Chiron put his fingers to his temples as he looked up at the depressed girl. "Unfortunately though the power to control the realms of sleep is nothing compared to Hypnos's rage if he were to wake up." He breathed out slowly. "As if we didn't have enough waking powers on our hands." everyone looked extremely down at this point and no one really knew what to say.

"So what are we supposed to do then?" This came from the most unlikely source out of all of them. Robus looked a little affronted at everyone confusion to him speaking. "What i know the two love birds here are the main people in the quest but M-" Truman kicked hard in the shins, not only for nearly mentioning Morpheus's name but also for calling them love birds. Liza looked extremely flustered too, although he could see her cheeks were also slightly red. "I mean the god also said Truman could trust me, so I'm going." He looked like he was ready to fight for it but his little temper tantrum seemed to have eased the tension in the room."

Truman looked up to see Chirons' reaction to the outburst when he was glad to finally see a slight smile on the old mans face. And this time it stayed there. "Well right you are my young satyr," His face became serious again but this time the stress seemed to have disappeared from it, for now. "My first guess for you would be to visit the scene of the crime and work from there. But that is also why Rachel is here." He looked towards the now quiet girl who was slowly munching on a stolen Cheeto.

Rachel Elizabeth Dare quickly swallowed the Cheeto and stood up slowly. She breathed in deeply, and then as she breathed out her eyes were now glowing a bright green and the air around her seemed to stand still. Her voice seemed to overlap itself multiple time as she began to speak her latest prophecy.

The angel, The thawn and daughter of rage,

shall seek the twins in the sleeping gods cage,

One shall be lost in the nightmares' sea,

to find the powers of the Oneiros three,

A Price must paid to save a friend,

but to trick the trickster shall spell the end.

Once again quite enjoyed writing this paragraph, although I do not envy Riordan for having to write all those prophecies for his books. I spent ages on this one and still not that proud of it. Chapters will probs start getting longer now as i can get into the story more but so will the space between chapter too (sorry). I'm working his out as i go so gonna have to spend some time working out the little bits in it. I have the main plot, the baddies and the big stuff, it's just all the bits in between. Thanks to anyone who reads this and I'd really like some reviews with some ideas in if I can get them. I don't mind whats in them it would just help me alot of some people gave me some ideas for the story - even if its just one monster, or one character from the old series - it would help alot.

Once again though thanks for reading and hope you're all well :D.