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Annabeth looked up from the dining pavilion to see a flash of blonde whipping in the wind at the top of Half-Blood hill. Grinning slightly as she recognised its distinctive hue, Annabeth abandoned the Athena table and ran to the hill.

As she reached the base of the hill, Annabeth realised that, whilst there were two figures at the top of the hill, neither had dark hair. Maybe Gilraen had her hair tied back or tucked under a hood or something; she had never known the pair to separate for long...

The mystery resolved itself as she arrived on top of the hill: there was no Gilraen. But there was Tari there. After seeing Tari Annabeth rubbed her eyes and stared at the pair again... there were TWO versions of her sister.

Walking closer to the pair Annabeth's original vision intensified, the two figures were pretty much identical. It was only when she was right next to her sister and her sister's doppelganger (as she'd so lovingly dubbed the other figure) that she could see the differences. Eye colour was the most noticeable, instead of the typical grey eyes so iconic of children of Athena; the doppelganger had bright green eyes more akin to the shade of a leaf than anything else. Then she noticed that the doppelganger was, in fact, male. His slenderness and Tari's build had her believing he was female... Annabeth blushed slightly in embarrassment at her original belief.

She opened her mouth to greet her sister and inquire as to the lack of Gilraen but Tari cut her off with a torrid rush of speech.

"Has anything attacked the Camp, as is worse than usual? Have there been any creatures that don't dissolve at the touch of celestial bronze or imperial gold? Is everyone alright..."

Annabeth held up a hand to stop Tari, "There have been a few incidents... and a few sent to the infirmary but no deaths. Can I ask why?"

Tari shut her eyes tightly and whispered something unintelligible. Annabeth craned to hear it and could hear only a mumble but the doppelganger stiffened.

Annabeth could gradually hear her sister getting louder and louder as she began to chant the same phrase over and over again "It's all my fault... all my fault"

Tari's eyes flew open as she shouted it for the last time; "IT'S ALL MY FAULT!" she than stood quivering slightly and panting, whilst Annabeth and the doppelganger looked at her both slightly shocked and both very concerned.

When she deemed that Tari had calmed enough to break the silence Annabeth gently asked "Why is it your fault?"

"Because I'm a stubborn prideful idiot" Tari whispered.

"Ok... Why are you a stubborn prideful idiot?"

Tari looked at the floor. "I was given the unspoken choice... give up and surrender peacefully or see..." here her voice choked up and she had to take a deep breath before continuing," See everything and everyone I love destroyed! I refused to surrender and now all of you are in danger!"
Annabeth could feel a headache coming on.

"Danger from what exactly?"

Tari breathed one word, her voice laced with fear; "Morgoth"

Annabeth stared at her sister with an uncomprehending expression "Who – or what – is this 'Morgoth' you speak of? Surely they cannot be quite that bad."

Tari started to cry and couldn't answer; this meant that Annabeth was required to look to the doppelganger in the hope that he might have the answer. He looked back at her with his piercing green eyes seemingly trying to work out whether it was genuine confusion and not just a trick to further torment Tari. He was obviously satisfied with what he discovered in her face as he answered in a soft melodic voice, speaking for the first time since meeting Annabeth.

"Morgoth is an evil entity fixated on destroying everything," Tari let out a loud sob and her tears continued to stream down her face, the doppelganger (Annabeth really needed to learn his name, she couldn't believe that Tari had forgotten to mention it... although she had been through a lot lately), pulled Tari to his chest and stroked her hair gently in an attempt to sooth her. When she had quieted slightly he continued with his answer:

"Morgoth was defeated by the Valar millennia ago and imprisoned. Somehow he is free – free to exact his revenge. And for that," he looked sadly down at Tari's head, "He needs Tari"

Annabeth massaged the sides of her head as she looked at the pair, "Ok, we will double the guard and increase training. Morgoth will just be the latest in a line of evil mythological entities that have tried to destroy Camp... and none have succeeded yet!"

Her optimistic tone made Tari lift her head and turn to look at the daughter of Athena, she smiled slightly and Annabeth was pleased to see the tears cease.

"Well then" Tari started a little confidence returning to her tone, "to defeat Morgoth there is one thing we will need from Camp: a Quest."

...

Legolas gazed around the camp his sister was so fond of. He looked at all of the human children running around in orange t-shirts, carrying weapons and smiled pityingly, they were so young!

The blonde mortal Tari had introduced him to earlier - Annie? Annabelle? Annabeth? - approached him, she was out of breath like she had been running, although, he reflected, he was stood at the top of a hill.

"Legolas?" she asked "There is someone here asking for you."

He looked her directly in the eye, "Then direct me to them."

The two walked down the hill towards a large blue house, on the porch stood two figures; a centaur and a slim dark haired lady that he easily recognised.

He bowed to the lady, "Vána, my lady, it is good to see you again. I trust all is well?"

At the same time as he greeted the goddess so did Annabeth "My lady Persephone,"

The goddess smiled kindly at him, although her form flickered slightly between dark haired whilst wearing a chiton and golden haired wearing a full length green and gold gown.

"Thranduillion," she addressed Legolas, her form stabilising in its Greek form. "It has been many years since last we spoke. I council you now – and you child of Athena – to beware. This coming fight will need all your combined strength, both elves and demigods. Because of Tari and Gilraen we gods cannot assist you as much as in the previous wars. Our blood is already on both sides of the forces, through the demigods at Camp and your sister and cousin..."

She looked as if she was going to continue speaking but at that moment Tari ran up to the porch, closely followed by a sweaty, out of breath Leo.

"My lady," she curtseyed.

Persephone gazed at her sadly, "My dear, we are forbidden from helping you directly in the upcoming fight against Morgoth. You know what this means do you not?"

Tari nodded and met the goddess's eyes bravely, the others just looked at the pair in confusion so Persephone sighed and decided to elaborate.

"Channelling my power counts as direct help and so," she sighed again and raised a hand "I release you from my service."

A green glow surrounded Tari and Legolas was forced to watch as his sister fell to the floor unconscious. A serene expression graced her features and she looked to be more at peace than she had been for years.

Legolas turned back to the goddess who was gazing sadly at the prone form of Tari. She too turned to face Legolas and Annabeth with green sorrow filled eyes.

"She will be fine. The process did not require unconsciousness but I thought it best in this situation. She has been barely sleeping for months now, the same with eating, this is as she has been so focused and desperate to prepare for the next few weeks."

A voice spoke in Legolas' head as Persephone finished speaking "She's been having the nightmares again," he looked at the goddess in shock but she merely smiled sadly before continuing with a grimace.

"Yes, she has been researching the rise of Morgoth; she read so much that she knew the signs. Tari just thought you would have a little more time."

The pair looked at their sibling with more than a little pride and when they turned back again to the goddess she was gone.

...

Tari woke up once again in the infirmary, her brother by her bedside and a worried healer nearby. Instantly she was transported back into her childhood where she seemed to be in the infirmary more often than not, generally with her brother in the bed next to hers after the two had injured themselves yet again doing something foolish. Then Annabeth spoke and she was reminded of where she actually was.

"Tari?" her sister asked and Tari just groaned in response, she was too tired to be bothered with coherent speech. "Tari?"

Tari groaned again but after Annabeth repeated her names a few more times and her brother poked her in the side, she decided it wasn't worth the effort and got up.

Annabeth breathed an obvious sigh of relief that Tari glared at her for, that was the best night's sleep she'd had in, well, ages and she was not pleased to be woken up. Not pleased at all.

She then diverted the glare to her brother who had just 'whispered' to Annabeth that she was not a morning person. She very much was a morning person! Just not if it was still dark outside when she had to get up. Or the light was any less bright than the midday sun. But other than that she was most definitely a morning person... even if most people did disagree.

She watched her brother carefully as he made his way round to where she stood, he was holding a steaming cup in front of him like a peace offering and she grudgingly accepted it. Taking a sip Tari smiled and could begin to feel herself waking up properly, the cup was the brewed herbs she normally had each morning, and she didn't even know that Legolas had brought them with him!

Oh well, she reflected after finishing the drink, if she was awake she was awake and there was no point standing around in the infirmary like an idiot, there was work to be done! Strolling out of the room her ears picked up on something and so Tari stopped at the door frame.

"See," Legolas was talking to Annabeth "A blend of honey and our special herb mixture and she is hyperactive and full of energy. The healers discovered this by accident and since then have refused to ever give her any of them."

She smirked slightly as she heard Annabeth ask her brother what was in the blend and he admitted that he didn't know. Only Tari and the healers knew that it was just dried mint leaves...

...

That evening as they were all sat around the campfire singing songs and roasting marshmallows, Rachel suddenly stood up. Green smoke poured forth from her mouth and as she began to speak her voice, normally warm and friendly, was raspy and cold.

"9 to make the dark one fall,

Elves and demigods take up the call,

For the weaver's child knowledge is key,

Or the end of arda we shall see,

Mandos' young flees the halls,

And Orthanc finally falls."

As quickly as she had stood the red head collapsed into the arms of a waiting camper. Hush fell over the campers as they pondered the words of the prophecy and tried to understand the context of the words they had no knowledge of.

As discussion started up again Tari could feel her courage drop; she was the only one with any idea of what this prophecy could be about, the only one who had done any research and the only one who knew half of the words mentioned.

Chiron was stood at the front of the gathering and shouted for silence, so eager were the demigods for news regarding the prophecy they were immediately quiet.

"Thank you. If any of you have any information regarding this prophecy please come forwards."

There was an expectant feeling in the air and, taking a deep breath to settle her nerves, Tari stood.

"I know what this 'prophecy' regards. Long has the Dark One's rising been foretold among my people."

Chiron looked at Tari askance for the way she phrased her answer but invited her and the cabin leaders to the council in order to discuss her knowledge on the matter.

...

Annabeth was sat next to Percy at the ping-pong table that doubled as their council table and she silently willed her sister to be careful with what she gave away to the cabin leaders.

She could see her sister stood at the front, and the normally quite calm girl was all of a sudden nervous and obviously so, well at least to Annabeth anyway.

As soon as everyone was settled Tari started to speak, she started off by introducing herself fully, and Annabeth noticed that the only ones not surprised by the revelation were Leo and herself. She had suspected that Tari wasn't telling the whole truth for quite a while now and Leo had found out on the quest earlier that year.

Then she proceeded to explain that the 'dark one' was just another name for Morgoth, the evil entity she and Legolas had explained to her about earlier that week. Tari finished off by explaining who the 'elves' mentioned in the prophecy were and how many demigods would be needed.

Now all they needed to do was choose who those lucky demigods would be.

A/N: Next chapter will be where Gilraen has been...

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