The next day after Andrew's "little stretch," the camp was buzzing about what was seen. Suddenly Andrew Brock was the talk of the town as it's been literal centuries since anybody's seen a half-blood with wings. It seemed that people had already moved on from learning that Zeus had a whole extra secret child, much to Cole's mixed feelings of dismay and relief.

"You hear what he did yesterday?"

"Dude, Brock just stretched and there they were…"

"And they're blue! Was that like a gift from his dad or something?"

"Okay, but like… can he FLY though?"

Cole could still feel some eyes on him, scrutinizing on every move he made as if he was expected to change the world by waving his hand. He'd even been a approached a couple of times, not to talk about him being a son of Zeus and the immense pressure that would soon fall on his head but about Andrew's wings. After the third or fourth interview he was already over it.

Later, Cole had gotten word from a dryad that Rachel would like to see him. Frankly, he was relieved as he'd been wondering when she'd be able to pop her redhead out into the open again. He also needed a quick distraction from the trials and tribulations of summer camp popularity. Once he had some free time, he made his way East near the camp border to see the Oracle.

Rachel, like Harley, had grown in the years since Cole had arrived though not as much and DEFINITELY not in height. Her trademark curly red hair was a bit longer nowadays than it once was, kept up in a messy bun like plenty of people with long hair. As time went on, she'd traded her paint covered shirts and jeans for paint covered shirts and leggings especially as the summers were tough on denim. And of course, there was her septum piercing that she'd gotten the year before on a whim, apparently her parents would passive aggressively shame them on other people, so she made sure to get one. Besides, it was just too cute. hatred it so it was perfect for her.

"Hey Cole," said the Oracle as he entered the cave. "Congrats on being claimed! How've you been?"

"'M okay," he said quietly as he looked around. He'd never actually taken the time to visit Rachel as he knew she would often set out herself to interact with the other campers. She was painting away as usual to "visualize her visions," something that could prove to be useful though the cave had started to get cramped as she had more and more done.

"Just, okay?" She said as she put her brush down in a small plastic cup, "I figured you'd be more excited to be claimed, you always looked more… pissed about it."

"I did?" He personally would not have guessed that he was expressing his frustration that openly even if it was true. "Uhm… I mean, yeah but like, I keep getting… watched."

"Mm. I hear ya. You'll have to get used to it. Percy and Jason, also had to deal with all that attention. And Nico, Gods it didn't matter which camp he was in… But don't worry, they'll get used it just like you will."

"Yeah… about that, why am I here again?" He asked as his eyes glossed over a few paintings including one with a man with wings and a broken mask, one that seemed to be filled with broken automatons, and one more with hooded figures standing in a circle.

Rachel turned to face him; the summer sun had brought her freckles out much like they did his own. Hopefully she wasn't trying to trade sunscreen with him again. "I wanted to touch bases with you on something that I've been seeing in my visions, something that I think you might know about."

She reached to pull out a random canvas out of a stack of others. The painting was eerily accurate when it came to their faces, and it was rather easy for Cole to recognize them. They were the same four people from his dreams, the ones who came from the descending feathers in the eye of the storm. Rachel's depiction seemed to be them looking like they were sky diving with no parachutes and, in truth, seemed to be having a blast. There was one more figure as well, one that stood high above them all though their face was not painted. However, that red hair was a dead giveaway.

"Yeah," he said, "that's my friend Dante from the Nike cabin. That's Donna, she's… Bia I wanna say. And that's Regina, new girl from the Zelos cabin. And that one's… uhm… yeah, Andrew Brock. The one with the-"

"Wings, yes." Rachel nodded as if starting to confirm something as she set the painting down. "Yeah, they are. And I'm guessing you know why I've been having visons about them?"

"Uhm… not really?" Cole really didn't have much of a clue, but he imagined that he had the feeling that this wasn't a coincidence, demigods don't have those. "Is there something going on?"

"I think so, but I'll have to see you about them first. Have you been seeing them too? You can tell me; all Oracle meetings are strictly confidential. C'mon, have a seat." She gestured toward a mesh net chair that he accepted.

Cole paused for a moment, recalling his dreams, he imagined that she might be the only other person besides the Hypnos kids who might know what's going on, why did he never even talk to those guys anyways? Okay, no. No time for distractions. "…So yeah, I kept having this one dream. I'm back home, in Rhode Island and I'm on the tallest building and theirs this crazy storm going on around me. But then, like, I'm safe in the eye of the storm and these feathers fall. Recently they turned into faces, the same ones in the painting."

"Hm…" she hummed with a nod, "so it might be that time after all…"

"What time? What's going on?" Cole leaned in a bit, curious to know what she meant.

"So, like, you've heard the phrase about history repeating itself right? About how we have to learn from it, or we'll be doomed to repeat it?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, even that has roots in the Mythical World. There's a special branch of prophecies that come to pass more than once regardless of whether we learn from them or not. Most of them are small minor things, stuff that we think we can change but we don't 'cause like, we're human. But a few of them are a pretty big deal. Apollo said he never had a name for them, so I coined them as 'Recyclable Readings.'

"I didn't realize prophecies left a big carbon footprint," he said in a more lighthearted tone. While he was joking, he still did find the idea fascinating and make just enough sense.

She smirked a little at his remark, "Oh gods yeah, it's a serious problem and people on Olympus are just refusing to see their impact! But any who, YOU and the other four are at the center of one of the readings, I just know it… mostly because the Spirit of Delphi said so. I've got it written down right overrrrr…. Here!" She walked over to a small table where a bunch of scrolls and various notes left behind by other Oracles were sitting. She ended picking up a torn sheet of purple pare that must have been from a notepad. "Take a look, I've also got an Ancient Greek version written on the other side if that's easier."

"Huh," he said as he took the sheet of purple notepad paper from her, how thoughtful. The Ancient Greek version was easier to read for him as his dyslexia made reading English for him a shitshow sometimes.

"Child of the Sky,

"Children of the Four,

"All above they shall Rise,

and they shall rise forevermore…"

He lowered the paper, looking back up at her with a confused expression. "I don't get it. I mean, I get it, but I don't get it."

"That's how prophecies work. Like, the main thing is this: I think (and I legit believe it now) that you five are the next incarnation of a special team that is only formed once every several centuries. Think about it, do you know who Nike, Bia, Kratos, and Zelos are?"

"Well yeah, Nike is obviously the goddess of victory. Bia is force, Kratos is strength, and Zelos is… uhm… zeal? Yeah, zeal. They're siblings, the first to join Zeus and the elder gods in the first Titan War. I think, like, Styx joined up with Ze- my dad, and she offered up her kids as fighters to help him and the other gods."

She nodded in confirmation, seemingly impressed. "Exactly! And after the Olympians won that first war Zeus rewarded Styx by making her Guardian of Oaths and residence of the underworld's greatest river, then he granted her children special places by his throne. To this day they are his personal Enforcers to help him keep order in the world and they're, like, his best friends. Actually, they might be his only friends, you don't hear about him having many friends in the old stories."

Cole was quiet as he listened. His mind had him thinking about his dreams and about the four people he'd seen. Are they supposed to be a smaller version of his father and his own friends? What would wings have to do with anything?

"So, we're like… some demigod version of my dad and his friends? But like, how would that even work? I'm not Zeu- I mean, my dad. And, like, they always tell us here that we don't have to be like our parents."

"And they're right to tell you that," she said, " but the Fates will find a way, it's written right there in your hand. Also, I wouldn't say you're like a demigod version. I just know that when something like this happens then it's a big deal. You'll have to ask Chiron for the details, but I do know about one time something like this happened. It was back in the old days but not TOO far back. The first son of Zeus to lead the Enforcers' kids was Phillip of Macedon and he passed leadership onto his son, Alexander the Great."

His eyes widened; he knew that name for sure as he recalled learning from his history class in about one of history's greatest conquerors. "No way, no fucking way."

"Yes way, yes, fucking way. Phillip led the other four to conquer Greece but soon died and left it to Alexander. As a Legacy, he could claim the power to lead and made it as far as India before he died himself. Listen, I can't tell you that you're going to storm the UN and try to take over the world (hopefully not) but based on that I think there's a good chance you five are gonna make history… somehow.

"What kind of history?" He blurted out the question, one thing his mom told him was that history has a very ugly side to it. Oh gods, what's she going to think of this? He should probably talk to her about him being Zeus' son. There's no way she couldn't know.

"That'll be up to the Fates… and y'all too. Don't worry."

"I might freak out in like, ten minutes later but I'll try not to."