[A/N: Calypso learned to become just as much of a sarcastic little shit as Leo. No one can convince me otherwise.]

"You'd think the book that contains all prophecies of time would include the prophecy about the end of the world." Rachel complained as she continued to leaf through a copy of the Sibylline.

Hazel was still muttering hymns to Hecate as she and Calypso tried to keep Thalassa from breaking out of her little prison. The two of them had been doing this for hours and there were no improvements. In fact, Hazel thought that glass looked even more shattered than before and Hazel doubted that she or Calypso were in any shape to keep going for longer.

"Sibylline." Ella muttered "Originally written by The Oracle of Cumae. Rewritten by Rachel Elizabeth Dare and Ella the Harpy."

"Ugh," groaned Cassie. She was the augur of New Rome, about fifteen years old and a descendant of Apollo, much like every augur before her. She had caramel colored skin and brown hair, and always held a knife and an assortment of teddy bears across her waist. "Apollo is giving me nothing. It's like he's not even listening."

"With the gods fighting," Frank declared. He sat in a chair at the side wall of the basement, with his arms crossed "I doubt any of them are."

"Wait!" Rachel exclaimed "What is this?" She held the red leather bound book and started reciting:

"You two shall be captured together,
By the goddess of cold weather,
And nothing will help your odds
Of saving the world from the old gods"

"That's pleasant" Calypso said "But it sort of sounds to me like a minor prophecy. Look for something a little more... grand."

"Guys," Hazel announced "You wrote that thing. I doubt that you'll find anything new in there."

"What are you saying, Hazel?" Rachel asked.

Hazel didn't know. Somehow it all seemed clear to her: The Olympian gods fighting, the minor gods either getting in the Olympians' cross fire, joining Tartarus' forces or being defeated by the dark gods. As much as she wanted to find a magical solution to the war, she doubted it was possible at this point.

"Have you tried using your Delphic powers?" She changed the subject.

"Nothing's come to me." Rachel pouted.

"Wait," Cassie exclaimed. She held the carcass of a pink teddy bear in her hand "I see something."

"What?" Everyone asked at once.

"Trouble." She said in a grave tone "Big trouble."

"This prophecy thing doesn't get anymore specific, does it?" Calypso complained.

"Oh gods!" Frank stood up so fast, it gave Hazel a headrush "Oh gods, oh gods!"

"Well," Calypso fake smiled "This sounds even better."

"What's wrong, Frank?" Hazel asked.

"The Final prophecy," His voice was on the verge of freaking out "Big trouble." Everyone stared at him blankly. "The abyss marches to the demigods' home. Tartarus is coming here tonight."

"We kind of already knew that." Calypso pointed out. She was right. After all, this was the fight against Tartarus' army.

"No!" He started wringing his hands in desperation "I mean he's coming here. As in, he's marching to camp."

No one spoke. Hazel hesitated. She was sure her heartbeat was being heard all over the room. Her hands shook, making it hard to keep concentrating on the magic she was projecting.

"Rachel," Frank broke the silence "Please tell me I'm wrong."

"I-I don't know." Rachel looked uneasy.

"Oh gods," Cassie slammed the walls of the basement in frustration.

"The abyss marches to the demigods' home" Ella muttered "Ella must go. N-no, no, no. Tyson and Ella and Sully must go."

Rachel tried to calm Ella down while the rest of the room adjusted to that new piece of information.

"We have to warn them." Frank approached Hazel and Calypso. "They have no idea what's coming."

"Wait," Calypso said "If what you said is true, then Tartarus' physical body will march on land and attack camp. Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't the only way to defeat a primordial is by separating them from their home turf?"

Hazel and Frank exchanged looks. Technically, Calypso was right. Leo had managed to defeat Gaea by lifting her off her source of power, but this only made Hazel feel more unsure. Why would Tartarus, the most diabolical of all the gods that ever existed, take such a risk when he has armies of monsters at his disposal?

"We still have to get word to the Athena command center." Hazel said. "Even if what you're saying is true, we still have no idea how to defeat him."

Frank nodded in agreement "The prophecy of Seven told us that Gaea would fall by storm or fire. I don't know if fire would have the same effect on Tartarus, since you know, his skin is made of fire."

Calypso inhaled deeply and went back to concentrating on her magic while Frank started to prepare for an Iris message.

Hazel returned to muttering a hymn for Hecate. She wondered how her daughters were doing out there. She thought about what would happen to them once Tartarus comes marching here. No one would stand a chance, and even if, by some miracle, camp managed to defeat him, she doubted many of the people she cares for, friends or family, would make it.

This made Hazel wish she had never been under the influence of Pasiphae the day Pontus woke. Everything happening today boiled down to the moment Hazel had helped those sorceresses. She never admitted this to anyone, but despite Nico and Frank insisting that Pasiphae charmspoke her, Hazel still couldn't help but feel guilty. The truth was, she didn't even feel charmspeak in Pasiphae's words. Hazel would have done anything to have her family.

But now, Hazel was being punished for that choice, because not only will she watch her daughters die before her, but Frank and everyone else she loves will go down as well.

While Hazel was deep in thoughts of regret, she heard Rachel inhale sharply and fall to her knees. Frank instinctively tried to reach for her and help her up but when she closed her eyes and opened them again, they were green. He backed away as green mist started swirling around Rachel. She opened her mouth and spoke in the voice of the Oracle of Delphi.

"The Fates weave their last thread of destiny
Of a demigod army led by Emily.
Thalassa's bonds weakened
Demigods are defeated,
Thus ends the Olympians' legacy
"

And with the last word, the green color in Rachel's flickered like thunder and faded away. Rachel collapsed, like she always does after a prophecy, and Frank and Cassie helped rest her head against the wall.

"Oh gods," Calypso resisted the urge to break down. Ella fluttered her wings nervously. Cassie rested her head against the wall, while Frank and Hazel exchanged uneasy looks about what they had just heard, especially the part of the prophecy singling out Emily.

"Have you ever heard a prophecy in that form before?" Cassie asked.

"It's a limerick" Calypso explained "Only the deadliest prophecies are in the form of a limerick."

Rachel groaned, and held her hand against her forehead. The oracle taking over her body must give her killer headaches.

"Did I just..." She didn't finish her thought. Her eyes widened and her hands were clearly shaking as she muttered the words "The Oracle, it's gone."

"What do you mean?" Calypso furrowed her brows.

"It left my body." Rachel stood up "I don't feel it in there anymore."

"Is that even possible?" Hazel asked.

"Oh gods" Calypso gasped "I remember. This happened to Kronos' oracle, during the first Titan war."

"What does it mean?" Hazel asked, though she had a feeling she already knew the answer

"It's done its purpose." Calypso declared. "It said every prophecy this world will see.