I woke up in my cabin, covered in sweat, panting heavily. That day, when we were eating breakfast, I told my dream to Annabeth, she stopped eating and turned to look at me when I said the part about Troy being Camp Hero State Park and about the ghost being Achilles. "I knew it!" she began, "Chiron has always found that place releasing a strong amount of mist energy, the mist there is so strong that even trained demigods cannot always see through it. That also explains why we saw Achilles yesterday,"
"You saw it too?" I asked,
"Of course I did, Seaweed Brain. But I still don't get why Ares wanted you to get the armor,"
"Achilles said something like 'only someone who descended from Poseidon' can find it."
Annabeth thought for a while, "It might be because -"
Rachel suddenly stood up, green mist coming out of her mouth and curling around her body, she rasped:
The two shall wend below did grind,
through the haunt'd maze, those gents shalt moveth south;
The w'rk of the fireth god,
those gents findeth, ending the king's undead foul
Then she sat down in her seat, somehow still conscious.
"What? Why are you guys staring at me like that? I just went and used the bathroom. What, do I have charcoal on my face or something?"
"No-nothing," I stammered, "It's just you spouted a prophecy then stayed conscious."
Rachel looked at me as if I had just thrown a flash grenade in the area, "Wha-how?"
I looked at Annabeth but I could tell she was puzzled too, "We will worry about the 'staying conscious' problem later, but first, we have a prophecy to talk about."