After meeting at Clarion Ladies Academy, Rachel Dare, Billie Ng, and Mallory O'Sullivan find out they have more in common besides being upper-class. They're all part of the next big prophecy: to bring peace between the demigods and the demititans. (Taken place between TLO and TLH)

CLARION LADIES ACADEMY WAS brutal torture. It was supposed to form upper-class girls into what society wanted us to be. Well, I wasn't taking it. I was trying so hard to get expelled, or at least suspended so that I could go back home.

My roommates were the best part of it, though. There was Billie Ng. She was a plant lover and loved to cook. She was also so friendly, too! We clicked right away.

Then there was Rachel. Rachel Elizabeth Dare. She was an artist with a curious personality. She was always sketching something, or looking up charities to donate to online.

See, with every good, there must come an evil.

Nichole Harps. You could call her Heather Chandler. Heather Duke. Regina George. Mackenzie Holister. I like to call her, the bitch with a god complex.

Everywhere she goes, she exclaims that she is the best person in the room and that she's far too rich to be in the same room as us "freaks." She tried to get her room changed in the first week, but every other room was full.

She would always have her little posy come in with three other girls. All of which with the same bland personality. They would touch my stuff, judge Rachel's drawings, and talk crap about Billie's hair! Though, thank the gods, she would leave the room most of the time.

One day, in November, when the three of us were alone in the room, something strange happened to Rachel. She immediately got up and ran to the bathroom, but it was too late. Her eyes glowed the color green and green smoke came out of her mouth. She then said an alarming riddle in an echoey voice that shook me to my core.

The daughter of memory,

Will become the daughter of peace

The future will not know her name,

But those in the present will give her fame

And then the smoke disappeared. Her eyes stopped glowing and she was in a panic.

"What was that?" I asked her.

"It's nothing, Mallory," stammered Rachel.

"Y-yeah," Billie chimed in. "It's just...she had a haiku to practice for, for English class!"

"No, I saw smoke! Your eyes glowed...you're...you're…" it then hit me. "You're an oracle?"

Both of their eyes widened. "You...you're a demigod?"

"No," I said. "I'm a demititan."