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A few weeks had passed ever since Capture the Flag. They went by smoothly with the strawberry picking, Ancient Greek lectures, Greek Mythology, Pegasus ridings, and whatnot. The Host Club by now has grown accustomed to being in camp.

Haruhi is no longer afraid of the satyrs or nymphs. She would smile back at their greetings or even shoot a conversation with them. Hikaru and Kaoru were enjoying themselves with their pranks and newfound friends. Tamaki was happy that he had a whole cabin of siblings to go for gossip. Mori was also content with learning a thing or two about gardening from the Demeter campers.

But it seemed like Honey was the happiest of them all. Ever since he guarded the flag, he gained a little respect from his half siblings. And as time ticked by, he managed to show what he was capable of and the Ares cabin slowly accepted him (thanks to his skills). They even let him have his own way with his clothes again, little by little.

One day, while the Host Club was on their way to visit Peleus during their free time, a girl by the borders caught Haruhi's attention. She must have arrived shortly since she had a bag flung on her shoulder. She must have been the most peculiar person that Haruhi has ever seen. Her freckled face was caressed by wild fiery hair. She wore a baggy paint-splattered shirt that said #Swag and jeans with various doodles on them.

"I see that Rachel has finally arrived," Kyoya mused.

Haruhi's gaze never left the fiery-haired girl. She didn't know why, but she could tell that something bad was going to happen; and this girl would be the reason why. "Who?" she managed to croak out. Her throat was dry.

"The Oracle. Long story."

Haruhi shrugged. It looked like Kyoya wasn't in the mood to tell stories.

As they neared her, she caught Haruhi's gaze. For a second, she stared, but then the next she doubled over, releasing a pained groan. The Host Club was taken aback. They ran over to her as quickly as they could.

When they reached her, she looked up. Her eyes shone a misty green and when she spoke, it seemed like her voice come from multiple directions:

"Two races shall fight

"Demigod and monster alike

"The lost one shall unite

"With the child of Athena's life."

Before anyone could speak, she crumpled and fainted. Kyoya, with his extremely quick reflexes, scooped her up before she hit the ground. He looked pale. That definitely screamed that whatever happened was not good.

He smiled thinly. "We need to discuss this with Chiron."

. . .

"Hello, Chiron, Mr. D," Kyoya greeted, bowing respectfully to both the immortals. They were at the deck of the Big House (or so Kyoya calls it), sitting on a table that overlooked Long Island Sound and Camp Half-Blood Forest. Chiron and e Mr. D sat on a lawn chair.

"Hello, what can I assist you with?" inquired Chiron as he shuffled a deck of cards in his hands. When his eyes left the deck and set onto the unconscious Rachel, he dropped the cards. "Oh my."

"Oh my, indeed," sighed Kyoya. "We need to talk. Now."

"Okay, okay. But first. . ." Chiron turned to Mr. D, who waved his hand nonchalantly in response. He smiled. "Sorry, but business is business."

The centaur led the Host Club inside the Big House and into his share of the building. The instant they entered the room, Haruhi was blinded by the bronze shields that reflected the setting sun from the outside.

It felt like it was only yesterday that Haruhi went in here. She and her friends had watched an orientation film a few weeks ago when they settled in. Right after Capture the Flag. It was nice seeing the camp's history and map. But they already had Kyoya, who had memorized everywhere by heart, to lead them.

"Set her down on the couch," Chiron said, gesturing to the couch.

Kyoya nodded and placed Rachel ever so gently on the couch. She didn't stir.

After a moment when everyone was finally settled, Chiron asked, "So, what happened?"

Everyone was staring at Kyoya. He smiled politely, humming as he tried to piece the story together. Haruhi thought it wouldn't be hard, but he would need to translate it to English. Though he was an expert, it still was a lot to talk about. "Well, it kind of went out like this. . ."

Kyoya began from the beginning where they all decided to visit Peleus to Rachel's strange – as he had said – prophecy and to their trip to the Big House. As he spoke, Chiron was thoughtfully stroking his beard. He seemed to be lost in train of thought when Kyoya finished his story; his eyes were far away and his mouth was a straight line.

"So?" Kyoya said, snapping Chiron out of his thoughts. "What do you think?"

"Well, I think that this is going to be the next big prophecy," Chiron replied. "We have two big prophecies. They both can happen at the same time, but that is a very slim chance. Most probably, one will happen first but I'm not sure which. So, for now, rest. I will call a meeting tomorrow."

Kyoya nodded. "Understood. Thank you for your time, Chiron." He bowed respectfully, turned, and made his way to the door. The Host Club followed his example.

. . .

Haruhi was restless that night. She couldn't sleep, no matter how she twisted and turned in her bed. The Athena campers were silent sleepers, but to her, their low breathing sounded like waves on a stormy night. Finally, she gave up on sleep and grabbed her duffle bag that hid under her bed.

She rummaged through her items before finding her favorite novel, Norwegian Wood, and a small 3 foot celestial bronze sword she made in arts and crafts class. She opened to page 1, shinning the sword's blade for a makeshift light.

She didn't know how long she's been reading; but most probably for hours. Hours that went by so swiftly it felt like mere minutes.

By the time she was on page 120, she had finally fallen asleep.

. . .

She was in a dark room lit only by a single candle. But she wished that the candle wasn't there. In its light, she could see monsters – monsters she had been learning about in camp. There was an empousa, a Hyperborean Giant, a Laistrygonian Giant, hellhounds, and even a couple of hydras. They all gathered around in front of something – no, someone. She could see a fair of feet stick out from the darkness, up above on a high platform. Haruhi squinted her eyes, trying to see who it was, but the candle light seemed to inch away from whoever this person was.

"Is it time to attack yet, sir?" the empousa inquired, her voice dripping with honey.

"Not yet," a voice replied. It sounded familiar. "Patience is the key to win this battle." The person stopped for a second, thoughtful, before adding, "Besides, we have someone spying on us."

The monsters all turned to Haruhi's direction, as if they just noticed her presence. They all snarled and hissed. In all her life, the brunette has never been this scared; she's faced monsters separately, not all together. She instinctively reached for her newly forged sword, but there was nothing.

And as the monsters charged at her, she let out an ear-ripping scream. But before they hit her, everything faded into black.