I sat with my head in my crossed arms. I had hoped that by putting my head in my own personal cocoon that I could block out all the noise and arguing but it didn't really work. Shouting from different conversations in the tiny room made it seem like I was in the middle of a hurricane.

After I had told Apollo the prophecy I received from the grove he snapped his fingers and we ended up in the basement of the Big House, at least that's where Apollo said we were. We weren't alone though. I guess when he snapped his fingers he also zapped all the head camp councilors into the same room. He had said that Chiron would be in soon and we had an urgent matter to discuss. He explained to the others how we all needed to be like the Knights at the Round Table and discuss the issue in a civilized and professional matter. Apollo then went on to tell the others of my prophecy. After that all hell broke loose. Instead of Knights at a Round Table, it was more like a crowd on Black Friday arguing over a ping-pong table. Very civilized, very professional (Not).

I was the only one at the table sitting down. Everyone else was standing up. Apollo stood to the left of me, and it was a little too close for my liking. His hip was leaning right up against my arm. I couldn't tell if it was because he was making sure he'd know if I tried to leave or if someone tried to beat me up. I was certainly getting nasty looks from everyone. They either looked at me with disgust or with hatred. I could hear fragments of conversation. "Oh, good riddance! She should fix the mess." "The sooner she's gone the better." "Don't send the Seven! It's not their fault." Some people did defend me a little bit; mostly just Apollo from the sounds of it.

I felt as though my head was about to explode. I tried to bury my head deeper into my arms. Maybe I could disappear into the table. Suddenly, I felt something else push right up next to me on my right side. I picked up my head and looked up at it's source. Christian looked down at me and gave me a half-hearted smile. His golden hair was tousled perfectly and his blue eyes were shinning brightly. He winked at me. I smiled back at him. It was nice to know that despite everything that has happened, he was still able to keep his cocky aura. He leaned down to talk to me so I could hear him over all the noise.

"So, it looks like you're the new trouble maker."

I shoved him slightly, in a playful way. "I am not a trouble maker Jerk-face," I said.

He laughed knowing that he can easily get under my skin.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him.

Christian looked around the table and then back at me. "Chiron came to get me. He said I was a part of a prophecy or something according to Apollo, I mean, my Dad." He looked down at the table when he said 'my Dad'.

Before I could reply, a loud stern voice yelled, "Silence!"

I looked towards the general direction it came. Sitting in a wheel chair was Chiron. I was surprised to see that he no longer had a horse butt. Instead, he sat in a black wheel chair with a red blanket draped over legs. The tips of a pair of black tennis shoes poked out the bottom. Chiron slowly rolled himself up to the table. I wanted to ask him where his horse half was, but I didn't think now was the right time or place, especially with Chiron looking like he wanted to slap everyone across the face.

When he reached the table, Chiron pointed his index finger downwards, indicating that everyone should sit. Almost like they were robots listening to a command, everyone sat down. One of the guy head councilors, didn't actually have a chair underneath him and fell flat on his back. He then quickly retrieved a chair from the side and sat down. I wanted to laugh, but the room remained silent. Clearly, my situation was worse than I thought if no one was willing to laugh at someone who just busted his butt.

After a beat or two, Chiron turned his head to me. "Miss Cyan, will you please repeat the prophecy you were given. All of it."

I swallowed hard and nodded. I then recited the prophecy as if I were reading a PowerPoint slide for a class presentation. When I finished, I looked back at Chiron. He was stroking his beard and staring at the table.

Finally, he spoke. "It seems as though this prophecy has made it easy to identify who is to go on this quest."

He then looked to his left where Percy sat. No words were exchanged but he nodded as if they had a silent conversation between themselves. Chiron then looked to his right where Annabeth sat. She was staring at me with her arms crossed. I thought about how she hated my Mom's guts, and how she wanted me as far away from her and all her friends as possible. If my Mom had caused her and Percy to go to Tartarus, who knew what her daughter would do.

"Annabeth?" Chiron inquired as he waited for a response. When she didn't reply right away, I spoke up.

"Look, I don't want anyone to go on this quest for me. My Mom came to me last night and told me that I'm the only one who can stop all the attacks. I'll go on my own."

"No can do mi amiga," Leo said across the table from me. He was tinkering with what looked like a metal rubix cube in his hands. He sat it on the table and lead forward a bit. "When a prophecy says who goes on the quest it's sort of final. You can't change it. It clearly says that 'Seven old foes that defeated the earth' need to help you. That would mean that Percy, Annabeth, Piper, Hazel, Frank, me and...well...Jason...originally, but you know, need to go."

I didn't understand what Leo was talking about, but when he said the name 'Jason' Leo's face contorted into an expression of pain and misery. I knew that look all to well. It comes along when ever there is the death of a loved one or someone close to you. It's almost as if you are unsure whether or not to mention their name for fear of bring back not just bad, but good memories. To me, remembering the good memories of someone close to you is worse than the actual death. Those good memories are ones that make your heart get excited and lift you up, only to have reality slap you in the face and tear your heart to pieces. I understood what Leo was saying when he hesitated on the name 'Jason'; I didn't need to know the details on that one.

"And me," Christian said after a minutes pause.

I turned to look at him. My eyebrows must have been scrunched together, because he seemed to know that I was confused.

"The line 'A father and son of the sun shall follow' must mean that me and…" Christian paused for a beat, unsure of whether to say dad or Apollo. He decided to go with the later and continued on. "Me and Apollo should go on the quest. Apollo is the sun god and I'm his son."

"I'm his son too," Will said at the other end of the table. "No offense, but I've been at camp longer and I'm more experienced. Maybe I should go."

Apollo, who had been unusually quiet, finally spoke up. "No, I think it is Christian. It was no coincidence that the Chimera's found Cyan and him at the same time. It needs to be Christian."

I looked back over at Will. He seemed to slump back into his chair with an expression that seemed more like relief than rejection.

"I, however, will join you all a bit later into your quest," Apollo said as he stood up. "I must attend the godly council. It seems as though there is much we need to…discuss." Apollo said discuss as if it was an inevitable failure. I wonder if the god's council is anything like the Knights at the Round table. That most certainly did not work in the case of this meeting around the ping pong table.

Apollo then snapped his fingers and he was gone.

"Well that's convenient," Percy said. "Our ride just left us. You'd think he'd be able to just snap his fingers and take us to where ever we needed to go."

"Well," Leo said as he stood up and rubbed his hands together. "It looks like we get to take my buddy Festus for a spin."

"Oh nah bro," Percy said shaking his head. "I think I'll stick to my pegasus."

I didn't have a pegasus, so I needed a ride somehow. I looked up at Leo.

"Who's Festus?"