Thalia's POV

Immediately, a dude in a white toga, sunglasses, and hair the color of the sun appeared.

Apollo.

He winked at me, like always, then went over to Rachel.

"Oracle of Delphi, rise, your strength has been returned."

Rachel blinked then sat up unsteadily. Apollo helped her to stand. She stumbled a bit before being able to right her footing.

"What happened?" she mumbled.

"Making the prophecy appear drained you. That's mighty big work for an Oracle in a teenage body."

"Many years ago, I told that prophecy to Annabeth, Thalia, and Luke." Chiron said. "I thought it referred to Luke and Annabeth, or maybe Luke and Thalia. But never Annabeth and Percy."

"Dad…" I looked over to see Luke staring at Percy. "I have to talk to you." he looked uncomfortable. Percy got up and followed his son out of the room.

Percy's POV

Something was on Luke's mind. He has this look…his eyebrows come together, his mouth gets tight…but what he said caught me totally off guard.

"I knew."

My heart started racing. What did he mean, "I knew"? He knew about what?

"What do you mean?"

"I knew. About Camp Half-Blood. I've always known, somehow. And I knew what the prophecy said. Even before Rachel read it. I've been having weird dreams. They show me as a teenager…except I'm…different. My hair's lighter, my eyes are blue…it doesn't look like me, but I know its me.

"And then, I'm in this dark place, and its all wet. And I'm half in water when soldiers come. And some kind of battle or war breaks out. Someone drags me out of the water when a little of my head's still above it. What does it all mean, Dad?"

Oh, no. No, it was just a coincidence. So what if my son was seeing the old Luke in dreams. So what if he loved his mother more than most kids loved theirs. More than Caly and Charles had ever loved Annabeth.

So what if the other Luke wanted to try for Isles of the Blest.

Oh, no.

I grabbed Luke's hand and dragged him into the game room again. Apollo was still there.

Calypso's POV

Dad ran into the room with Luke, looked at the dude in the toga, and said in a deathly calm voice:

"Apollo, tell Morpheus to get his snoozin' butt down here ASAP."

Apollo (the Greek God?) took out a harp-thingy (only later would I realize it was his sacred lyre), and strummed a note.

"Message from Percy Jackson: 'Morpheus, get your snoozin' butt down here ASAP.'"

In an instant, a guy with white hair, white eyebrows, and a white goatee materialized out of nowhere. He was wearing a black cloak that shimmered with different colors at some places. And he looked about ready to murder Dad.

"No one," he growled, "Tells me to get my snoozin' butt down here ASAP. Not even the famous Percy Jackson." he spat out Dad's name. But Dad didn't flinch, which I thought was pretty brave of him.

"Morpheus, he's worried about his son." Apollo said kindly. "Please don't put him in a coma like you did with that poor little boy in Arkansas."

"Fine." Morpheus snapped. He looked at Luke. "Ahhh…Lucas Percy Jackson. You've told your father. Finally. I've tried to send you dreams. Your unfinished bathing in the Lethe, you in your former life…you are a very special boy, Lucas."

"Um…thanks?"

"Morpheus…" Dad said, "He is, isn't he? He's…he's…he's…"

"Luke Castellan."

Thalia's POV

Apollo began to explain.

"When you want to try for the Isles of the Blest, you have to be reborn. So you bathe in the River Lethe, or the Oblivion. But Luke's bathing was interrupted, and he was never fully cleansed of his memories. He is really and truly Luke Castellan in his second try for the Isles."

Annabeth looked stunned. Then, like she always does when she's surprised, the mutterings started.

"Luke…me…Thalia…Castellan…me…mom…reborn…Luke… LUKE!"

She ran over to her son and hugged him. He smiled…a smile that was all to creepily like Castellan's.

Luke's POV

Memories came flooding back. I was a baby, looking at Hermes, the Messenger God. I was running away from home, away from my deranged mother. I met Thalia…who was then Thalia Grace, not Thalia di Angelo. I met seven-year-old Annabeth, who was now my mom. But in my former life she had been younger than me.

I was introducing a younger version of Dad to Camp Half-Blood. I was becoming Kronos. I was battling Dad. I was committing suicide, dying…

It all rushed through my brain in less than twos seconds.

Mom was still hugging me. I gently pulled away. It was weird… almost like hugging a younger sister who had died and come back a lot older…if that makes any sense.

Tears were streaming down Mom's cheeks. She looked so happy. I smiled again. No wonder I had always felt so close to Mom. In my older days, I had loved her…and I knew, deep down, somewhere, she had loved me too.

Watch out, Dad.