Disclaimer: I own nothing.

After everyone averted their eyes and were able to see Rachel again, they were suprised, worried, and completely terrified when they saw other girls standing next on either side of her, wall to wall. Some were blonde, others black haired. Some were short, a few tall, several skinny, a couple plump. All were girls, all were young, and all were dressed in Greek wear that looked offical. Their hair was done up in an intricate bun, golden cuffs on their forearms, sandals on their feet. Each looked beautiful in their own way, and it probably would've been more so if their mouths weren't opening in a silent scream or their eyes were glowing bright green.

It took a moment or two for the moment to clear of the green light, and when it did, all the girls' mouths closed- their eyes still wide and green- and the smoke stayed behind. It was wrapped like a boa snake squeezing the life out of its prey, and it made goosebumps rise on everyone's skin. Their faces were clear, but they had no way of moving to get out of the trap or to help any of the girls from falling if they should stay after they finish whatever is happening. The back of the room where they were just, was flooded with the green smoke and no one could speak a word, but Apollo was staring in horror at the scene playing before them.

After a minute of silence, the feeling of the smoke eerie in the already freaky situation, all the girls in front of them simnateously opened their mouths and spoke with different octaves...that ranged from all ages. There was one girl who spoke like an old woman, another who spoke like a child, a teenager, a mother, a murder, an adult...And their mouths all moved at the same time, each word electing another round of wispy green smoke to float to the ceiling, preventing any way of getting out or getting away.

"The path ahead is full of webs,
Full of trials and challenges,
But only one child will lose a head.
The question remains as so:
How many will join him in Death's bed?

One will disobey
One will leave
One will stay
One will lead
One will betray
Another will lay

And when it is all over
The son of the sea
Has to make a choice
For gods' sake.
Love or secruity?
Stay or leave?
Old or new?
In the end,
He has to choose.

The biggest web is set
Will you be the prey?
Watch your loved ones
For who knows where they lay,
And watch your goddess,
For her pride will cause your fall."

The word "fall" was dragged out by each and every girl and it slowly scaled into a shriek that was blood-curdling and bone chilling. They had to endure it, their heads wringing and their minds wishing for it to stop and for their bodies to move their hands over their ears, for minutes on end that felt like forever. Once it was over, that bright green light filled the girls' mouths again and different levels of intensity of it shot out of each one. One may be small and thin, another may fill the space between her and her two neighbors. It may be blinding, or it may be wispy smoke.

No matter what form, color, or size it came in, every single person who attended that war meeting passed out and fell the ground. And no one noticed how every girl that was talking- yes, even Rachel Elizabeth Dare- exploded into dust.

It was ten hours before anyone woke up.

Aphrodite had walked in to see what was taking so long after two hours, and screamed when she found them all looking dead on the ground with a chilling cold hanging low in the room. She immediately got some Apollo kids and the gods and immortals were moved into the infirmary where everyone waited for them to wake up. They knew they didn't have the time for this, they knew their camp was at danger and the only people that could save them had to be force fed ambrosia. So, they worked on their own. The Athena kids came up with the strategy, but the mutual agreement that they would all stay way out of fighting range was already decided before they started to work. The Hephaestus cabin was working on new machines that could crush spiders, and they were repairing any weapons that the campers gave them. The Hunters were working on getting their extra quivers out to the girl Apollo campers so that theirs would refill immediately. The Nike kids were handing out everything that decided a victory, and no one noticed a missing red head.

The first to wake up was Hermes and Connor Stoll.

It wasn't a slow waking up. It was a holy-shit-that-was-a-dream-where-you-were-flying-and-flying-and-then-suddenly-there-was-ground-and-right-before-you-hit-it-you-woke-up kind of waking up. They sat straight up, gasping for breath, shaking as if they had just come back from a month in Antarctica without coats. Their eyes were wide with fear, and a moment after they woke up, Travis woke up in the same fashion.

Then it was a chain reaction.

The person to the immediate right of Travis woke up gasping and shaking precisely one minute and thirty seconds later. The person on the right of him woke up, then that person, and the next and the next and the next until finally the circle ended at Hermes. Soon, the Apollo campers were standing shocked in the middle of the infirmary, watching immortals who had won wars against giants, aliens, titans, and who knew what else, fearful because of a dream. And soon, the same immortals' ears were filled with that horrifying shriek.

It took them an hour and fifteen minutes for them to calm down.

Athena had resulted to clutching her daughter in her arms and Vernica was sobbing into Poseidon's chest while Hermes, Travis, and Connor sat huddled together. Percy was hugging Bianca tightly to his chest, his nose in her hair and eyes shut tightly as if that would get rid of the image of those girls and that light. Nico was holding Thalia, Gerry was holding Artemis's hand from where she was curled in an upright ball. Zeus was staring at the ground with wide eyes, his head in his hands and elbows on knees. Jaden and Ares were sitting with Chiron, and Leo and Will were staring blankly at a wall with Hephaestus's hand on his son's shoulder- tight, heavy, and not stable. Hades was talking in hushed voices with Apollo, away from the others, but they were both shaking madly, too.

They weren't shaking, cold, or blinded by the constant green light, but they were terrified and the shriek was still ringing in their ears.

"What was that?"

Ares was the first to speak, and no one was surprised when his voice quivered.

"I've never seen anything like that before," Apollo said, his voice surprisingly strong. "Not, at least, since..."

"Since when, Apollo?" Poseidon demanded, holding tightly onto his crying little girl.

"Since Greece was taken by the Romans," he replied. "Only, there were fewer girls, and the smoke didn't hold me. But the girls...the Oracle then..."

"Spit it out!" Hephaestus snapped.

"They all died," Apollo blurted, shaking his head and rubbing his face. "They all just died. In the Underworld when I woke up. The Oracle spirit...it just left them...the power of it killed them...that was centuries ago..."

"So...Rachel, she's-she's dead?" Annabeth whispered, her voice cracking.

Apollo nodded. "She'll be in the Underworld by now."

"Why did that happen?" Percy asked, rubbing Bianca's back. Neither noticed she was curled in his lap, and no one said anything because they had a right to be.

Apollo shook his head. "I have no idea. It either means we're going to be destroyed, or we'll manage a huge victory."

"And I have a choice to make. I have to choose whether or not I was to stay here with everyone or go back to Chaos."

"If my children and I don't stay out of this, we'll lose," Athena mentioned, looking haunted.

"Someone's going to die..." Travis trailed off, not wanting to think about the first stanza of a really long, scary and deadly prophecy.

"And someone's going to betray us," Gerry added, still holding Artemis's hand.

"Do you think the 'another will lay' means the one who's going to die?" Leo asked, staring at the small flame in his palm.

"It could be," Will said, his voice shaking.

"It could mean anything," Hermes corrected.

"Not this one," Jaden argued, and even his voice broke. "This one was clear. It gave us the outcome and the road."

"It could mean anything," Percy repeated sternly. "The only thing we're certain of is I'm going to have to make a choice, Athena's pride could get the best of her, and someone's a spy."

"How do we find that out?" Nico asked. "It's not they'll openly admit to it."

"We'll have to outsmart them," Athena replied. "Give them a reason to go about giving information over."

"But that could be any way!" Connor exclaimed. "That could be what they're using the labyrinth for. Since there's entrances all over..."

"It's a possibility," Jaden agreed. "But they could also just be using Iris Messaging to get a hold of the demigods in the army, so it wouldn't look suspicious. They could just be talking to a Roman demigod if you just walked past them."

"That's another possibility," Gerry said. "But right now we need to worry about getting our plans into action because I doubt we slept for a few hours."

"You okay?" Percy whispered to Bianca and she shakily nodded her head and stood up from his lap.

"Just scared me is all," she whispered and he agreed with a bob of his head.

"I'm going with the others. If I don't see you before the battle, stay safe, okay?" He held her face gently in his hands and looked pleadingly at her. "I don't need to lose any more people right now."

She nodded. "I'll be fine, Percy. You stay safe, too, okay?"

He kissed her forehead and then left the room to walk with others and put their plans to action. Her skin was soft, he noticed. And even after all that, she was slightly cold because of who her dad was. But she wasn't shaking, and only her eyes showed her fear and worry. Part of him wished the worry was for him. The other part wished she knew how much he was worrying for her.

Archane felt wonderful.

Not only were they one day closer to the place where she just knew she could get back at Athena, but they had discovered the use of spiders slipping in Camp through the labyrinth. Of course, she couldn't send off her demigods to go spy for them because they had never returned from school, so it would be odd if they did all of the sudden. And she had no idea how many people were at this Camp because the demigods kept telling her it increased daily with all the rules about having to claim your child at eleven or something. It was all nonsense to her. Nonsense and another roadblock in her path to revenge.

But they had jumped over it, and she was getting closer and closer.

She still couldn't believe the nerve of that damned goddess. Turning her into a spider because she was jealous of her weaving skills. She knew they were better than the goddess's and, of course, if you had a gift like that you had to show it off. So she did, and people loved her more and more because she was just that much better than a goddess. But then the goddess had come in, watched her work, and then challenged her. Oh, she had known there was something odd about that old woman the moment she had stepped foot in the door. Athena couldn't pull off an old woman if she had her makeup done by Aphrodite herself. Her voice was too young, and her fingers- old and frail, if they were supposed to be anything- were too flexible and able.

But she had taken up the challenge to prove, once again, she was better than the goddess. She did take that little odd appearance in account and not said anything out loud. They had worked for hours and when they were down, Archane's weaving was more precise, more intricate than the old woman's had been. Of course, that was expected of an old woman, but not one with fingers that were so able to move and such. So, Archane rightfully took the place as winner, but the old woman was jealous. She proved herself to be the goddess of weaving, but she was not good enough to beat Archane.

It was a gift to beat a goddess, Archane always said to herself and some others.

This time, it wasn't a gift, because that damned goddess was jealous and that jealously turned to spite and that's why she was turned into a spider. Archane was so furious. She had a lift ahead of her! Her weaving would've made her rich, and she already had men pining after her. Oh, she would've had the best life. But you can't have a life like that when you're a spider, can you?

She was going to get the jealous goddess back, she was determined. The first night as a spider, she swore to the gods that she would get revenge. She had already been pushed out of places a few times and people would shriek at the sight of her. Oh, she used to have it all: beauty, fame, money. But now she had the opposite. She was a spider, and spiders were not beautiful, they were ugly, and they frightened people. You can't have fame as a spider unless people see you're half woman, half spider. And what are you going to use money for as a spider? Buy a nice coat and wear it to the opera, are you?

But Archane knew how to get back the goddess. You needed an army to fight a goddess. And who better to fight with a half spider than full spiders? So over the decades, Archane collected every spider she met. When the time is right, you'll know, she had told them after explaining her plot for revenge. Until then, attack any chance you get.

The full spiders had their own row against Athena. Athena always banished the spiders that came to her temple, called them disgusting, vile creatures. The spiders had only wanted to explore, to see what the world had for them and see if they could gain wisdom, favor from the goddess. But they weren't giving a chance. They were ridiculed, and Athena loathed them. They were killed or banished, and they never had a chance. And then to prove a girl a lesson, you turn her into a spider?

The full spiders were the easiest to recruit.

The other monsters were harder. Of course, it didn't help that she could never go out into the mortal world without some stupid mortal seeing through the Mist or some idiotic demigod coming after her and killing them. The years she spent in the Underworld...those dreadful years...

But then again, she couldn't really complain. It was cold, dark, damp. That was a spider's dream. To be able to hide your webs so that prey would have no idea what they're walking into. To be able to observe, see who's worthy, without being seen yourself. It was always easy to learn who the newest demigods were, what the news was from the monsters when they didn't think she was listening. And there was the times she had been allowed back in the mortal world, of course.

To be honest, the Underworld was where she got most of her monsters from. She promised revenge against the demigods that killed them, promised certain demigods to certain monsters to ensure they would join her. Of course, these were probably hollow promises, but she was spider and spiders are forgetful, aren't they?

And a few years ago, she had finally gathered her army. Oh, that was wonderful. The pride, the excitement, the accomplishment she was feeling that moment when she realized she had rallied all she could in order to support the cause. In order to crush that little camp, those children of Athena. Oh, and Athena herself. Nothing could've gone wrong, and it was all set and ready.

Except...she had no way of getting there.

Well, she could just walk up to the little Camp and barge in, but that's no fun now is it? Of course not, you needed a way to prove it all to them that you had thought everything out. And she wanted to take them by surprise. She wanted to prove how weak the demigods were and then force Athena to her knees and admit she was the best weaver there was. It didn't matter that not many people weaved now-these-days, it just mattered how she got her revenge. And she wanted it by surprise, and she wanted them to surrender, submit to her. Not bow to her, but submit, and admit they were beaten. Nothing like their good for nothing parents would've done.

So, it took her a while before she had found a mean of transportation. Of course, she had totally forgotten about the place she lived for decades because that damned Percy Jackson, had destroyed it. Right when she was going to capture little Annabeth Chase, who she knew was her mother's favorite. Oh, she would've gotten her revenge thousands of years before now, but no! But, still, it worked for her, and no one else that it was still there. It was newer than it had been when the other brats had destroyed it, but that was because of the fact that it had to rebuild itself.

It didn't matter, not now anyway. Not that she had been storing her army in it for a year while her spiders navigated it and brought back new of entrances and exits, trials and challenges. Oh, how she loved the sneaky little pets. And they had just found the entrance into the Camp. Of course, she wasn't about to go in there with those demigods because you never know who's working for the other side.

Now, it didn't matter. None of it did. For Archane, the true goddess of weaving, was about to show the goddess of war strategy who was better than her at that, too.

Dark chapter, I know, but I had to get that down. The prophecy may be a little long, and may not entirely rhyme, but I thought it was pretty good. Took me a while to come up with the right words for that, though. And, of course, you always need the reasoning behind the revenge on the enemy's part, don't you?

Sorry for the late update, but I wanted all three of my stories to update on the same day, and that day is today, so...

How's your summer? How's the end of the school? You should tell me about it since mine's good and all, but while you tell me if you...

Loved it? Hate it? Tell me about it(: