I apologize that this chapter took a while to get up. The day I posted the last chapter, I ended up going on weeklong trip that I just got back from last night. Things were out of whack because I didn't plan to go until four days later but shit happened.

Not too proud of this, but hope you guys enjoy it.

JustRonhan: Glad to hear it.

Guest 1: Well, glad it was a surprise.

Guest 2: Glad you figured it out, but I disagree about it being obvious. Most seemed to think Oliver would be a son of Apollo or Ares.

Camp Half-Blood

Morning

Oliver awakened two days later in the Artemis Cabin, also known as Cabin number eight. From the outside, it was a silver cabin with silver curtains that glowed as brightly as the moon at night. Inside, it was a silver room with several beds and animal skins on the floor and walls. In the corner was a bullseye, several old dents in it suggesting the Hunters of Artemis had likely used it for target practice in their spare time.

Oliver did not move, simply laid in bed. He had been shown to the cabin after Artemis had claimed him as her…son. Even just thinking the word caused Oliver a strange mix of emotions: shock, anger, and betrayal chief among them.

After Emiko, he thought he'd discovered every secret in the Queen family. Once again, his parents had proven him wrong. Moira Queen had not even been his real mother. His real mother was a Goddess.

A maiden goddess, as it turned out. She had sworn to never love a man romantically and to never give birth. Which meant Oliver being alive was basically a crime against nature.

Even just the thought caused a bitter smile to cross Oliver's face. He'd always felt like the odds were stacked against him, ever since he'd washed up on Lian Yu. Now he finally knew why. He literally should never have been born. His days had always been numbered, from day one.

Oliver then pushed the covers off him and walked over to his bow and quiver, grabbing them. If his life had always had a countdown on it, he was going to make the most of the time he had left. He was going to make sure Barry and Kara did not die in the Crisis, that all his loved ones remained safe. Whatever it takes.

After getting dressed, Oliver left the cabin and headed towards the Archery Field. As he neared it, he saw some Apollo campers shooting off some arrows, attempting to hit the targets. Apparently, they'd had the same idea as him. As soon as they saw him, the campers quickly gathered their things and left.

Oliver did not take offense to this. Since finding out he was the son of Artemis, the rest of the camp, with the exception of Chiron, Percy, and Annabeth had all kept a wide berth from Oliver. Oliver didn't blame them; they weren't sure what to think of him. There had never been a child of Artemis before. Even in a world of gods and monsters, he was an unknown variable.

Now alone on the Archery Field, Oliver silently reached back and picked an ordinary arrow from his quiver. Notching it in his bow, he took aim at the targets. Oliver breathed silently for a moment before he released the drawstring. The arrow hit the target, dead center.

Apparently, he was his mother's son.

"Perfect form."

Oliver turned around at the sound of the voice. Standing behind him was a girl around ten; Oliver recalled seeing her tending to the fires at dinner. She had brown hair but, when Oliver looked into her eyes, he was startled to see flames in them. This wasn't a girl but a goddess, Oliver realized with a start.

"My niece wishes she could be here herself, but it is forbidden," the goddess said.

Oliver racked his brain, trying to remember what he knew about his divine family tree. Artemis had been the daughter of Zeus, who had three sisters. He'd married Hera, and, somehow, Oliver didn't think Hera would go out of her way to visit him. Demeter had been the goddess the harvest, so that ruled her out. He tried to remember the name of Zeus' third sister.

"Hestia," Olive said and she smiled at him.

"Hello Oliver Queen," Hestia said kindly and Oliver dropped into a bow. "Why do you bow?"

"Seems the right thing to do when standing in front of a goddess," Olive said honestly and she smiled once more.

"You are your mother's son. You may look like your father, but your nature is much more like my niece," Hestia told him.

Oliver wasn't quite sure how to feel about that. Artemis, the goddess who hated men. Oliver wasn't sure whether to take Hestia's words as a compliment or not.

"You are confused," Hestia noted. "About your conception."

"Artemis hates men," Oliver said after a moment. "And my father…was not a good man."

"He was once," Hestia said with a sad smile. "Time has a way of changing people, as I am sure you know better than most."

"Fair point," Oliver admitted. "But-"

"Only your mother can answer your questions," Hestia told him with a kind smile. "She says she will see you soon. Until then, she wishes that you will remain strong."

That did not satisfy Oliver. He still had so many things he wanted, needed to know. But lashing out at Hestia would not help him, he reasoned. So, he simply inclined his head in acknowledgment.

"Thank you for the message Lady Hestia," Oliver said respectfully as he stood at his full height. "If you see…my mother, tell her I look forward to meeting her."

"Of course," Hestia said with a smile.

Oliver nodded and was about to walk off when Percy appeared on the edge of the Archery Field.

"Lady Hestia," Percy said respectfully, bowing slightly.

"Hello Percy," Hestia greeted warmly. "I will leave you two alone."

Hestia then turned back to Oliver and he felt like her flaming eyes were piercing his very soul.

"Stand firm Oliver Queen. A great destiny awaits you," Hestia warned him before walked off, leaving Oliver and Percy alone.

"Is she always so…" Oliver trailed off, not sure how to word it.

"Yep," Percy confirmed with a nod. "Listen, Chiron's holding a meeting in the Big House. He sent me here to get you."

Oliver nodded silently, knowing immediately that this meeting likely had to do with the mission Mar Novu had sent him here on. And after two days, he had done enough moping and was ready to get down to business.

Oliver and Percy made their way to the Big House and Percy led Oliver into the Rec Room, which Oliver was starting to realize was the place where they held camp meetings. Inside was Chiron, Annabeth and, to Oliver's surprise, Mr. D., who was sitting in one of the chairs across from Annabeth, chugging a glass of what Oliver thought was soda like it was beet.

"Thank you for coming Oliver," Chiron greeted as he and Percy entered the room.

"I don't have a lot of time, can't afford to waste it," Oliver said dryly as he took a seat and the room as silent for a moment until Mr. D. laughed.

"Well, this one doesn't seem to beat around the bush, does he?" Mr. D. said torn between amusement and indifference.

Oliver eyed Mr. D. blankly. If Percy had not told him, he would not have believed that Mr. D. was Dionysus, a god. Granted, his only experience with gods so far had been meeting Hestia, but Mr. D. was just unlike any expectations Oliver had had. But that was beside the point right now.

"I understanding finding out about your mother was a bit of a shock, which is why we allowed you a few days to process it before we resumed our conversation," Chiron explained and Oliver nodded in understanding and gratitude. "But time is of the essence, we cannot afford to give you more time I'm afraid."

"A few days ago, you said something about a prophecy. The Prophecy of the Seven, you called it," Oliver recalled and Mr. D. scoffed.

"Prophecies," he said disdainfully.

"Oh tell me about it," Percy said with the roll of his eyes.

Oliver decided that if Percy and Mr. D., who seemed to border on hating each other and tolerating each other, agreed on something, prophecies had to be bad.

"Thank you Mr. D., Percy," Chiron said a hint of a warning in his voice before turning to Oliver again. "Three years ago, a prophecy was made, speaking of seven heroes who would save the world. That night, Apollo, god of prophecy, told me that in three years, one of the heroes would arrive at Camp Half-Blood in the middle of the night."

"And you think that's me?" Oliver said after a moment, in disbelief.

"We weren't sure until Artemis claimed you," Annabeth said gently.

"Why did Artemis calming me change your minds? What does this prophecy even say?" Oliver demanded.

For a moment, it was silent. Then, Chiron spoke and the voice he used, haunting and chilling, sent shivers up Oliver's skin.

"Seven heroes shall answer the call.

Without unity, the worlds will fall.

An old foe will rise to unleash his hate.

And a forbidden hero shall face his fate."

The words hung between them for several moments as Oliver processed their meaning. A forbidden hero, like one born of a virgin goddess who had sworn never to bear a child. Worlds will fall, that could only mean the multiverse was in danger, likely from the threat Mar Nov was so concerned about. Seven heroes, himself included; had to work together in order to stop this 'old foe' or the multiverse would end. And him facing his fate, he already knew what that meant. He couldn't fight his death. And he wouldn't, not if it meant sentencing Barry and Kara to death.

"So…what now?" Oliver finally asked.

"You were told to unite with Percy and Annabeth, which you have done," Chiron said as he glanced at his two students before turning back to Oliver. "The next step would be to consult the Oracle."

"The Oracle?" Oliver repeated.

"Apollo's Oracle. He may be god of prophecy, but he requires an oracle to speak them," Chiron explained.

"Alright," Oliver said after a moment, deciding he would just need to roll with it. "And where can I find this Oracle?"

Later that day, Oliver stood with Percy and Annabeth outside the entrance to a cave that was covered by a purple tarp with two torches on either side of it. Oliver wasn't sure what to expect about where an Oracle lived but this…well, it was pretty much what he imagined.

"About what you expected from an Oracle, right?" Percy asked with a grin. "Don't worry, it's different inside. She's not what you expect."

Olive had imagined an old man in a clock that spoke only in riddles. That was the farthest thing from what the oracle was like.

When he followed Percy and Annabeth into the cave, he found that the inside was much different than the outside. There was a couch with throw pillows thrown about. There was a pinball machine and a red haired girl, who couldn't be much younger than Annabeth, was muttering to herself as she painted the walls.

"Rachel," Percy said, alerting her to their presence.

The girl, Rachel, turned around to face them, her green eyes taking them as she put down her brush. As she moved away from the wall, Oliver could see various paintings, the most recent being of a main with a bow going up against a monster.

Now, Oliver wasn't superstitious, but after everything that had happened in the last three days, forgive him for getting a little weary of that.

"Nice paintings," Oliver said as he eyed the walls.

"Thanks. So you're the new guy," Rachel sad as she held out a hand to him. "Rachel Elizabeth Dare."

"Oliver Queen," Oliver said as they shook hands.

"Everyone knows who you are," Rachel said as they lowered her hands. "Probably not what you were expecting, huh?"

"No," Oliver said honestly, having trouble picturing this teenage girl as an Oracle.

"I'm not the Oracle; I'm the Oracles' host. Its spirit lives inside me," Rachel explained.

"Must be weird," Oliver said and she shrugged.

"Occasionally I say prophecies and have weird dreams, but it's not so bad. I get to hang out with my friends at Camp, so I get more than I lose, even if one stole my man," Rachel directed this last line jokingly to Annabeth, who only smiled in amusement as Percy rolled his eyes.

There was clearly a story there, but Oliver found he didn't really care. Right now, his only concern was with the Oracle.

"So how exactly does this work?" Oliver asked.

"Ask a question. If we're right and you are the forbidden hero of the prophecy, the Oracle should say something to you," Annabeth said.

"And if I'm not?" Oliver asked wearily and it was silent for a moment.

"Let's cross that bridge if we come to it," Percy said.

Oliver sighed, not liking this. But he had little other options at this point. So, feeling ridiculous, he turned to Rachel and asked her the one question he had had since arriving at Camp Half-Blood.

"What do I do now?" he asked.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, Rachel gasped, straightening. To Oliver's shock, her eyes glowed green. Not just her pupils, but her entire eye, it looked rather snakelike. And when she spoke, her voice echoed, like there were three of her speaking at the same time.

"Three shall go west.

The Watcher will guide them on their quest.

Beasts and monsters, they will seek.

Old friends will aid when danger is at its peak.

Mortals and Demigods must unite in the perilous land.

And a hero will make his final stand."

Then it was over. Rachel's eyes returned to normal and she swayed on her feet. Oliver caught her before she fell and Percy and Annabeth helped her sit down on the couch.

"I hate prophecies," Rachel muttered dazed.

Oliver couldn't disagree. Whatever the case, he now had somewhere to start on his mission. His last mission.

So, I obviously changed the prophecy to better suit my story rather than have it tied to Rick's Heroes of Olympus series. It will be a very different uphill battle.

Hestia would be portrayed by Brooklynn Prince and Rachel would be portrayed by Holland Roden. Thank you to Aragorn II Elessar for his help with the castings.

Rachel joking that Annabeth 'stole her man' is a little joke to the fact that Holland and Dylan O'Brien appeared as main characters Lydia Martin and Stiles Stilinski respectively on Teen Wolf and that their characters were together by the end.

Hope I did okay with the prophecies.