Sorry for the wait on the next chapter guys, been working hard out in the real world and, well, I came home every night without any energy left for continuing the story. I did finally get an hour in which I could do a bit of writing and so this is the result.

As for the comments, thank you for taking the time to read and give me feedback. Someone mentioned I think the southern wind propelling them or something a few chapters back, what I meant I think was northerly wind (Camp half-blood is in California, north of Camp Jupiter in San Fran. Right? I can only apologise for being English and being very bad at geography and knowledge of the States in general being as how I study Physics)

For those who care, I am considering writing a sequel to the inheritance cycle by Christopher Paolini in the near future (set 200 years after the events of Inheritance, with at least one of Rorans descendants and Eragon returning to Alagaesia to confront a mysterious new threat). If you can comment, please do as I felt CP really let the hype and the fans down slightly with the final book.

Also, distractions for me this month will be; John Carter film (next week or so), Hunger Games film (next few weeks), Wrath of the Titans (end of month), American reunion (next month) and Lockout. If viewing these films at the cinema in any way impact future chapter submissions in terms of frequency then I apologise in advance. (I also caught the newest trailer of the Avengers movie-one word "Legend…" wait for it "…dary!")

Anyways next chapter up so Enjoy!xx

Chapter 10 - Jason

Jason could almost smile as he watched the reactions of his fellow Romans. Hazel and Frank were staring wide-eyed at Rachel in disbelief; he also saw the involuntary jerk indicating they'd both instinctively gone for the daggers at their side. It was the same fighting reflex he'd felt when he'd seen the Oracle work through the mortal girl for the first time, the unnerving feeling that this girl was closer to the will of the gods than Octavian back at Camp Jupiter.

As Rachel returned to her upright position, completely okay with the fact she was just hijacked with the spirit of the Delphic oracle, there was a moment of silence before a debate broke out over the prophecy's meaning.

"Children of the big three obviously refers to Percy, Jason and Thalia," Connor Stoll said quickly.

"And Hazel, she is the daughter of Pluto…or Hades for everyone here," replied Frank quickly with a glance in her direction.

"The second line must refer to Nico, which means it is possible to get him back from Gaea, I knew it!" Percy said with determination and a grim smile.

"What of sons of bloodshed and fire?" Piper asked the room in general, looking around for a clue as to who they might be.

"The son of fire means me I think. As for the son of bloodshed, isn't it referring to a son of Ares?" Leo said with a quiet voice from the corner as he tinkered with some copper wiring.

"My father isn't Ares, it's Mars. And he isn't the god of bloodshed but of war and strategy." Frank replied, an annoyed expression on his face. Jason knew why of course, his time among the Greeks taught him Ares was more violent and less like Athena than his Roman counterpart.

"In this case, it does mean you I'm afraid. The prophecy was spoken through a Greek oracle as Athena was mentioned and not her Roman half. The fourth line also refers to you embracing each other and your gifts in order to survive." Chiron stated simply, looking at Frank, his penetrating eyes somehow seeing Frank's hesitance to be near the fire-starter. Jason could see Frank's hand suddenly move to his pocket as if to check its contents.

"Who'd be the ally through death's door?" asked Clarisse, as everyone else suddenly fell silent, remembering all the friends they had lost to the Titan wars and those who'd fallen in the course of quests or to the monsters who hound them outside the safety of the both camps.

"We cannot truly see who it'd be right now. As for the next line, a daughter of Aphrodite is our best bet, a charm speaker in particular," Chiron stated with a glance at the end of the table towards Piper.

"Wisdom's daughter has to be me then, mustn't it?" Annabeth said sadly as the implications of the prophecy took its toll, Percy and Chiron both calming her with a hand on each shoulder. "But I don't have the Mark of Athena, at least I don't think I do." She added.

"The last line must become clear at a later date, though prophecies usually take care of themselves regardless of our understanding of them." Percy said to the surprise of everyone else, his teacher and mentor Chiron, smiled a shadow of pride at the statement.

"Regardless of the prophecy's content, everyone needs to try and get some sleep tonight. The camp's borders are well protected as long as the Golden Fleece hangs from the guardian tree and even Gaea has not consolidated her forces so soon as to warrant concern over the next few days. For those departing for Rome, they should leave as soon as possible tomorrow before the giants can reorganise. Hopefully they will not realise you have left and continue their attempts on our borders again. With Lady Artemis and the hunters, minus Thalia and Phoebe, to help us shore up our defences and that of Camp Jupiter, and Iris being allowed to open communications between our two Camps, we are much better prepared to repel an attack." Chiron said in a tone that signalled the end of the conversation.

The room quickly emptied in small groups. Cabin heads were eager to impart what they had learnt to the rest of their brothers and sisters, whilst the rest were just eager for a chance to sleep. Phoebe departed for the edge of the camp after a word with Thalia, no doubt to join her fellow hunters in patrolling the boundaries with Lady Artemis, whilst Percy and Annabeth walked hand in hand towards Poseidon's cabin. Thalia, however, joined Jason as he made his way to Zeus' cabin, though neither felt fully comfortable sleeping in the majestic, yet cold marble hall under the gaze of their father. The night saw the two siblings succumb to sleep side by side with their hands inches from one another as if they wanted to make sure the other was nearby.