Authors Note: Hi, F here. To those of you who read Caspian book one, you may have noticed that my prophecy is way better this time. However, I must give credit where credit is due: I had A write it for me. I don't own any characters from the PJO or HoO series, and I really like getting reviews.

Ella's POV ~

I found Biron at the archery range. He wasn't happy about skipping his archery class, but I dragged him up to the big house to talk to Chiron with the rest of us. We were holding a meeting of the senior counselors there, and I thought he should come. Cas and I had to go because we were there when she gave the prophecy, so it might have something to do with us. I hoped it didn't though, because I really liked it at Camp Half Blood. Another quest was not what I wanted.

Biron ate cheez wiz and I put my feet up on the table, but nobody cared. Cas sat on my other side attempting to look bored, but I could tell she was nervous. Travis Stoll of Hermes was armwrestling with Clarisse LaRue (I hope I spelled that right) of Ares. Percy and Annabeth sat next to Cas, holding hands and whispering to each other. Clovis was snoring away next to Butch of Iris, who was drawing little ponies on Clovis's arms. Katie Gardener of Demeter was eating cereal with cheez wiz on it next to a daughter of Hecate I didn't know who was levitating over her chair. Nico di Angelo, Hazel's brother, sat next to Will Solace.

"All right, settle down. Katie, cheez wiz should not go on cereal, Clarisse there will be a punishment if you break Travis's arm, and Butch? Just because he's sleeping doesn't mean you can draw on him." We all stopped talking. Biron passed a ping pong ball from hand to hand anxiously.

Rachel Elizabeth Dare came in behind Chiron and sat down next to him. She smiled at me and I smiled back.

"As you all probably know already," Chiron started. "Rachel has had another prophecy." There was a murmur around the table. Apparently they hadn't already known that. "How did it go, Annabeth?"

"From the grave the cursed shall rise, given by the powers ties. One shall win, others die, all beware of those who lie." Annabeth recited.

"Cursed shall rise? Ghosts, definitely." Nico said grimly. "Not a good sign."

"But who would want to bring back ghosts and would have the ability to?" Percy asked. "That narrows it down to…." We all exchanged glances. Last summer, during our quest to Tartarus, the god of the pit himself had taken on a physical form and escaped into the mortal world. We had all known that he would be back, but we didn't know when or where. "Him."

"It appears that another quest is in order." Chiron sighed. "Any volunteers?" Me, Cas, Biron, Percy, Nico, and Annabeth immediately shot up our hands. "I see we do." He rubbed his chin and looked thoughtful. "I suppose we need…. someone with experience with ghosts, someone smart, and fighters. All six of you can go. I suppose that the three person limit hasn't applied for a while."

He turned to the other head campers. "Gather your cabins, and tell them to train up and what's happening. I want groups of three people at the corners of the camp at all times on guard duty." They nodded and sped off to prepare.

"All beware of those who lie." Cas said uncomfortably, like she was about to say something unpleasant. "Could that mean…." She trailed off with a meaningful look at Percy, who was nodding.

"I know what you're saying. I think," He cleared his throat, also uncomfortable. "I think we might have a spy." He rushed on before Annabeth, who had opened her mouth to say something, could speak. "It makes sense right? I hate myself for saying it, but it's the only thing I can think of."

Everyone shifted nervously. Even Chiron stomped a hoof worriedly. I could tell that we all wanted an excuse to go do something else. "Well!" I clapped my hands together loudly, and everyone jumped. "Lets go get ready, shall we? Leave tomorrow morning?"

"Sounds good." Annabeth said. We headed our separate ways. I went to the Apollo cabin with Biron.

"What should I bring?" Biron asked. "Never been on a quest before."

"Pack light," I said. "Only the essentials." I saw him put a few small vials into his bag. "What are those?" He went pink.

"Potions. Hecate showed me how to make them." He said.

"See, thats what really puzzles me." I said. "Why would Hecate help Tartarus? And why would she separate us?" He shrugged.

"Dunno. But she's powerful. Its not good that she's against us." He said grimly. "Magic is a powerful tool. I should know."

"What to those potions do?" I asked him, just to change the subject.

"This one." He held up a crystal vial full of a carbonated purple liquid. "Can cure sickness. Nothing like cancer or whatever, but the common cold, flu, cough." I nodded, impressed. "This next one," He showed me a large five-inch beaker full of a red jelly like substance. "This stuff took a few months to brew. It allows you to walk through walls, but only a couple of times, and then it wears off." He put that back in his bag carefully, and took out a tiny vial of golden light. "This masks demigod scent. Open it around a group of demigods and they won't smell for….probably an hour or so."

"Thats awesome." I said. "Especially the walking through walls one."

"I have a feeling that they will come in handy." He said grimly.