"The friend who lives in the cave," Piper guessed.

Rachel nodded. "That's me."

"So you're an oracle?" Piper asked. "You can tell the future?"

"More like the future mugs me from time to time," Rachel said. "I speak prophecies. The oracle's spirit kind of hijacks me every once in a while and speaks important stuff that doesn't make any sense to anybody. But yeah, the prophecies tell the future."

"Oh." Piper shifted from foot to foot. "That's cool."

Rachel laughed. "Don't worry. Everybody finds it a little creepy. Even me. But usually I'm harmless."

"Hmm…That actually sounds pretty cool to me, but maybe not when you get possessed and everything." I said and smiled. Rachel chuckled, "I agree, we haven't formally met, have we? I'm-

"Rachel Elizabeth Dare, our Oracle who lives in a cave, I know that already, I'm-

"Wyatt Knight, supposedly our god of mortals. I know." She said and smirked, "Sounds about right, but…I am the god of mortals, although I'm not a god, you know this already, seeing as you know bits of the future and everything." I told her.

She shrugged, "True, but the future can only show you so much."

"The future isn't the future if it can't show you it all." I said.

Rachel thought about this and tried to say something, but Piper cut her off, "You're a demigod?" She asked.

"Nope," Rachel said. "Just a mortal."

"Then what are you …" Piper waved her hand around the room.

Rachel's smile faded. She glanced at Annabeth, then back at Piper. "Just a hunch. Something about this cabin and Percy's disappearance. They're connected somehow. I've learned to follow my hunches, especially the last month, since the gods went silent."

"Went silent?" Piper asked.

Okay…This is getting interesting.

Rachel frowned at Annabeth. "You haven't told her yet?"

"I was getting to that," Annabeth said. "Piper, for the last month … well, it's normal for the gods not to talk to their children very much, but usually we can count on some messages now and then. Some of us can even visit Olympus. I spent practically all semester at the Empire State Building."

"Excuse me?" Piper said puzzled.

"The entrance to Mount Olympus these days." Annabeth said.

"Oh," Piper said. "Sure, why not?"

"Annabeth was redesigning Olympus after it was damaged in the Titan War," Rachel explained. "She's an amazing architect. You should see the salad bar—"

"Anyway," Annabeth said, "starting about a month ago, Olympus fell silent. The entrance closed, and no one could get in. Nobody knows why. It's like the gods have sealed themselves off. Even my mom won't answer my prayers, and our camp director, Dionysus, was recalled."

I don't get it…The gods shouldn't be hurt right now, because they didn't really have to do anything…Except for Artemis and Ares, I hope they're alright.

"Your camp director was the god of … wine?" Piper asked.

"Yeah, it's a—" Annabeth started to say.

"Long story," Piper guessed. "Right. Go on."

"That's it, really," Annabeth said. "Demigods still get claimed, but nothing else. No messages. No visits. No sign the gods are even listening. It's like something has happened —something really bad. Then Percy disappeared."

At least I know what's been going on for the past four months now. "So Percy's only been missing for three days now?" I asked.

Annabeth looked like she was about done with my 'stupid' questions. "Yes." She said calmly, "But he wouldn't be missing if you were here." She murmured. "I'm sorry for not being here, but I deserved to sleep for that long, hell maybe even longer, I stopped Typhon on my own. Percy is a big boy, he'll find his way back here." I said.

Rachel looked between us, "Uh…This was not because of any of you, but…Annabeth has a point, you could have stopped this from happening, and then you could have went back to bed." Rachel told me.

Wait…Why are they teaming up on me? "What the hell? Put yourselves in my shoes, you think you could wake up right after you defeated Typhon? Who by the way, is the most fearsome monster in existence?"

Rachel looked a bit guilty, Annabeth sighed and apologized, "I-I'm sorry…The stress is getting to me."

The stress is getting to her? She looks like she's going to break down.

Rachel cleared her throat, "And what else?" She clearly wanted to change the subject.

"Jason showed up on our field trip. With no memory." Piper said. She seemed to be the only who wasn't uncomfortable with what's going on. Probably because it doesn't concern her.

"Who's Jason?" Rachel asked.

"My friend. But Annabeth, you said Hera sent you a dream vision." Piper said.

"Right," Annabeth said. "The first communication from a god in a month, and it's Hera, the least helpful goddess, and she contacts me, her least favorite demigod. She tells me I'll find out what happened to Percy if I go to the Grand Canyon skywalk and look for a guy with one shoe. Instead, I find you guys, and the guy with one shoe is Jason. It doesn't make sense."

"Something bad is happening," Rachel agreed. She looked at Piper, Piper seemed like she wanted to tell us something, but she wasn't sure. "You okay?" I asked. She nodded and tried to say something, "Guys," she said. "I—I need to—"

A chill went up my spine, I haven't felt that since I fought Thalia. I looked at Rachel, her body stiffened. And then her eyes began to glow with a greenish light, and she grabbed Piper by the shoulders.

Piper tried to back away, but Rachel had a good grip on her.

Free me, she said. But it wasn't Rachel's voice. It sounded like an older woman, speaking from somewhere far away, down a long, echoing pipe. Free me, Piper McLean, or the earth shall swallow us. It must be by the solstice. The room started spinning.

Annabeth and I tried to separate Piper from Rachel, but it was no use. Green smoke enveloped them, and I couldn't do anything because I had one arm. The giant statue of the goddess seemed to rise from its throne. It leaned over Piper, its eyes boring into her. The statue's mouth opened, its breath like horribly thick perfume. It spoke in the same echoing voice as Rachel: Our enemies stir. The fiery one is only the first. Bow to his will, and their king shall rise, dooming us all. FREE ME!

Piper's knees buckled, and then she fell to the ground Piper was unconscious. Everything after that was a blur, I was too stunned to pay attention because of what just happened.

"Let's go to the big. Now!" Annabeth ordered. I didn't hesitate, I help them pick up Piper, and we headed to the big house. When we got close, I felt another presence, not a powerful demi-god or anything it was a weak presence of a god or goddess. Someone who's losing their power little by little.

We busted into the big house and found Chiron and Jason. Jason noticed Piper quickly, "What happened?" Jason rushed over. "What's wrong with her?"

"Hera's cabin," Annabeth gasped, "Vision. Bad."

"We've got to heal her," Jason insisted. "There's a way, right?"

I frowned, "I could…Try, but my powers aren't what they used to be." I went over to piper, I was going to try, but Chiron told me no. "W-What, why?" I asked.

He put his hand on her forehead and grimaced. "Her mind is in a fragile state. Rachel, what happened?"

"I wish I knew," she said. "As soon as I got to camp, I had a premonition about Hera's cabin. I went inside. Annabeth, Wyatt and Piper came in while I was there. We talked, and then—I just blanked out. Annabeth said I spoke in a different voice."

"A prophecy?" Chiron asked.

"No. The spirit of Delphi comes from within. I know how that feels. This was like long distance, a power trying to speak through me."

Annabeth ran in with a leather pouch. She knelt next to Piper. "Chiron, what happened back there—I've never seen anything like it. I've heard Rachel's prophecy voice. This was different. She sounded like an older woman. She grabbed Piper's shoulders and told her—"

"To free her from a prison?" Jason guessed.

Annabeth stared at him. "How did you know that?"

Chiron made a three-fingered gesture over his heart, like a ward against evil.

"Jason, tell them. Annabeth, the medicine bag, please."

Chiron trickled drops from a medicine vial into Piper's mouth while Jason explained what had happened when the room froze—the dark misty woman who had claimed to be Jason's patron.

When he was done, no one spoke, which made him more anxious.

"So does this happen often?" he asked. "Supernatural phone calls from convicts demanding you bust them out of jail?"

"Your patron," Annabeth said. "Not your godly parent?"

"No, she said patron. She also said my dad had given her my life."

Annabeth frowned. "I've never of heard anything like that before. You said the storm spirit on the skywalk—he claimed to be working for some mistress who was giving him orders, right? Could it be this woman you saw, messing with your mind?"

"I don't think so," Jason said. "If she were my enemy, why would she be asking for my help? She's imprisoned. She's worried about some enemy getting more powerful. Something about a king rising from the earth on the solstice—"

Annabeth turned to Chiron. "Not Kronos. Please tell me it's not that."

The centaur looked miserable. He held Piper's wrist, checking her pulse.

It can't be Kronos, it just can't be him. "No…It's someone else. I felt the presence of god's and goddess's before, I felt one of their presences before we came in." I explained to everyone.

"Which god or goddess?" Annabeth asked, I looked at Rachel. "Oh," Rachel said in a small voice. "Oh, dear. The woman was Hera. Of course. Her cabin, her voice. She showed herself to Jason at the same moment."

"Exactly-

"Hera?" Annabeth snarled. "She took you over? She did this to Piper?"

I nodded, "I'm afraid so."

Annabeth was angry, probably because she might be the reason why Percy is also missing. "So Hera is imprisoned?" Rachel asked. "Who could do that to the queen of the gods?"

Annabeth crossed her arms. "Well, whoever they are, maybe we should thank them. If they can shut up Hera—"

"Annabeth, put your history aside for a moment, she's still a goddess." I warned her, Chiron nodded, "In many ways, she is the glue that holds the gods' family together. If she truly has been imprisoned and is in danger of destruction, this could shake the foundations of the world. It could unravel the stability of Olympus, which is never great even in the best of times. And if Hera has asked Jason for help—"

"Fine," Annabeth grumbled. "Well, we know Titans can capture a god, right? Atlas captured Artemis a few years ago. And in the old stories, the gods captured each other in traps all the time. But something worse than a Titan …?"

Atlas, didn't really capture her…Well he kind of did, but it was a coward's way to do it. "Hera said she'd been trying to break through her prison bonds for a month." Jason said. "Which is how long Olympus has been closed," Annabeth said. "So the gods must know something bad is going on."

Something that is more powerful than the gods…? And the Titans? No…It couldn't be…Long ago before the gods and the titans, there were giants…But, I've never really believed in them. "But why use her energy to send me here?" Jason asked. "She wiped my memory, plopped me into the Wilderness School field trip, and sent you a dream vision to come pick me up. Why am I so important? Why not just send up an emergency flare to the other gods—let them know where she is so they bust her out?"

"The gods need heroes to do their will down here on earth," Rachel said. "That's right, isn't it? Their fates are always intertwined with demigods."

"That's true," Annabeth said, "but Jason's got a point. Why him? Why take his memory?"

"And Piper's involved somehow," Rachel said. "Hera sent her the same message—Free me. And, Annabeth, this must have something to do with Percy's disappearing."

Annabeth fixed her eyes on Chiron. "Why are you so quiet, Chiron? What is it we're facing?"

I guess Chiron has guessed the same thing I have, and honestly, Annabeth should have too, she's the one who told me about them. But those stories are really old, she got bored reading them to me, but I thought it was interesting to know more about everything that went on before the gods.

The old centaur's face looked like it had aged ten years in a matter of minutes. The lines around his eyes were deeply etched. "My dear, in this, I cannot help you. I am so sorry."

Annabeth blinked. "You've never … you've never kept information from me. Even the last great prophecy—"

"I will be in my office." His voice was heavy. "I need some time to think before dinner. Rachel, will you watch the girl? Call Argus to bring her to the infirmary, if you'd like. And Annabeth, you should speak with Jason. Tell him about—about the Greek and Roman gods."

"But…" Annabeth's voice was small, this is really something, and what did we get ourselves into this time? Hmm…I wonder what the heck is going to happen to all of us.

Chiron turned his wheelchair and rolled off down the hallway. Annabeth's eyes turned stormy. She muttered something in Greek, "Annabeth…There are somethings you just can't get out of someone…especially when they swore on the River Styx." I told her.

"I'm sorry," Jason said. "I think my being here—I don't know. I've messed things up coming to the camp, somehow. Chiron said he'd sworn an oath and couldn't talk about it."

"What oath?" Annabeth demanded. "I've never seen him act this way. And why would he tell me to talk to you about the gods..."

Her voice trailed off. Apparently she'd just noticed Jason's sword sitting on the coffee table. She touched the blade gingerly, like it might be hot.

"Is this gold?" she said. "Do you remember where you got it?"

"No," Jason said. "Like I said, I don't remember anything."

Annabeth nodded, like she'd just come up with a rather desperate plan. "If Chiron won't help, we'll need to figure things out ourselves. Which means … Cabin Fifteen. Rachel, you'll keep an eye on Piper? And Wyatt can you come with us?" Annabeth asked.

I shook my head, "I need to do something first, I might be able to meet you there. Though I wouldn't count on it…I'll see you guys some other time." I said and made my way to Chiron's office.

I'm sorry Annabeth, but I need to ask Chiron, and even if he doesn't answer me, I'll still ask him my question.

When I turned the Knob, Chiron said, "So you've guessed what is stronger than the Olympians?" He was sitting in his wheelchair, his voice was steely. I have to choose my words wisely, "Yes I did, it has to do with something like Typhon. Right?" I asked.

"I cannot answer that." He told me.

"I see…So it's true…the giants are raising?" Chiron looked sad and angry, "Can you leave, please?"

I nodded, "I'm sorry Chiron, but I needed to know. Because I…Can't help anyone, they will not get any help from the gods or goddess's…Even me." Chiron had a grim expression, "I see, you've made up your mind then? But what if it was Artemis who was captured."

I froze, "That's not funny." I said coldly. He stared at me, "I'm not trying to be funny. I'm trying to say, remember that you're someone a lot of people depend on, you think not helping anyone will help you? I see that you have your own problems right now." He said and pointed to my left arm, "But please reconsider helping them." He pleaded, "Thousands of years watching heroes never return can have a toll on people…"

I was stunned, Chiron never asked me anything like this. And this is like asking me to Fight Typhon all over again. "If you do, you won't be alone."

Ohhhh, another long chapter, and Wyatt has to make yet another decision, hmmm. I like this so far. But this is taking a little long to come up with since I've changed so much already and it's kind of hard since I'm still kind of new to writing...Please believe me, Anyway what do you all think of this so far?

Thanks for reading! I hope you all have an awesome day!

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