Okay...I lied. I didn't update again yesterday like I said I would.

Psych!

Anyway, because I didn't, here's an extra extra long chapter.

The disclaimer remains as it always was, no matter how much I want to change it.

The fire crackled. Drops of Lethe water plinked into the tin cups on the mantel. One of the other Hypnos campers muttered in his sleep—something about a duck.

We were quiet for a long time.

Jason broke the silence. "Stolen." He sounded disbelieving. "How?"

"A god," Clovis said. "Only a god would have that kind of power."

"We know that," Jason said. "It was Juno. But how did she do it, and why?"

Clovis scratched his neck. "Juno?"

"He means Hera," I said. "For some reason, Jason likes the Roman names."

"Hmm," Clovis murmured.

"What?" Jason asked. "Does that mean something?"

"Hmm," Clovis said again, and Jason and I realized he was snoring.

"Clovis!" Jason yelled impatiently.

"What? What?" His eyes fluttered open. "We were talking about pillows, right? No, gods. I remember. Greek and Roman. Sure, could be important."

"But they're the same gods," I said. "Just different names."

"Not exactly," said Clovis.

I stared at him, and Jason leaned forward in his chair. "What do you mean, not exactly?"

"Well…" Clovis yawned. "Some gods are only Roman. Like Janus, or Pompona. But even the major Greek gods—it's not just their names that changed when the moved to Rome. Their appearances changed. Their attributes changed. They even had slightly different personalities."

"But…" I faltered. "Okay, so maybe people saw them differently through the centuries. That doesn't change who they are."

"Sure it does." Clovis started to nod off, and Jason snapped his fingers under his nose.

"Coming, Mother!" he yelped. "I mean…Yeah, I'm awake. So, um, personalities. The gods change to reflect their host cultures. You know that, Annabeth. I mean, these days, Zeus likes tailored suits, reality television, and that Chinese food place on East Twenty-eight Street, right? It was the same in Roman times, and the gods were Roman almost as long as they were Greek. It was a big empire, lasted for centuries. So of course their Roman aspects are still a big part of their character."

I think that was the longest I've ever heard Clovis talk without falling asleep.

"Makes sense," Jason said.

I shook my head, mystified. "But how do you know all this, Clovis?"

"Oh, I spend a lot of time dreaming. I see the gods there all the time—always shifting forms. Dreams are fluid, you know. You can be in different places at once, always changing identities. It's a lot like being a god, actually. Like recently, I dreamed I was watching a Michael Jackson concert, and then I was onstage with Michael Jackson, and we were singing this duet, and I could not remember the words for 'The Girl Is Mine'. Oh, man, it was so embarrassing, I—"

"Clovis," I interrupted. "Back to Rome?"

"Right, Rome," Clovis said. "So we call the gods by their Greek names because that's their original form. But saying their Roman aspects are exactly the same—that's not true. In Rome, they became more warlike. They didn't mingle with mortals as much. They were harsher, more powerful—the gods of an empire."

"Like the dark side of the gods?" I asked.

"Not exactly," he said. "They stood for discipline, honor, strength—"

"Good things, then," Jason said. "I mean, discipline is important, right? That's what made Rome last so long."

Clovis and I both gave him curious looks. Jason had almost a proud look on his face.

"That's true," Clovis said. "But the Roman gods weren't very friendly. For instance, my dad, Hypnos…he didn't do much except sleep in Greek times. In Roman times, they called him Somnus. He liked killing people who didn't stay alert at their jobs. If they nodded off at the wrong time, boom—they never woke up. He killed the helmsman of Aeneas when they were sailing from Troy."

"Nice guy," I said. "But I still don't understand what it has to do with Jason."

"Neither do I," Clovis said. "But if Hera took your memory, only she can give it back. And if I had to meet the queen of the gods, I'd hope she was more in a Hera mood than a Juno mood. Can I go back to sleep now?"

I stared at the branch dripping Lethe slowly into the cups. Ever since I met Jason, I wondered what it would be like if I lost all of my memories.

Losing memories of Luke, Camp Half-Blood, of Percy…

I shook the thought from my head.

"Thanks, Clovis," I said. "We'll see you at dinner."

I threw the pillow at him.

"Can I get room service?" Clovis yawned. He stumbled over to his bunk. "I feel like…zzzz…" He collapsed with is butt in the air and his face buried in pillow.

"Won't he suffocate?" Jason asked.

"He'll be fine," I said. "But I'm beginning to think that you are in serious trouble."

xXx

Dinner passed quickly.

Nothing new happened except that campers could not stop staring at Jason, and sometimes Leo, who was trying to make his cabin laugh by sticking French fries up his nose.

It just got Nyssa annoyed.

Since Jason wasn't claimed yet, he sat next to me at the Athena table, which meant that I got lots of stares, too.

Percy missing, and then I show up with some mysterious, amnesic, Latin-speaking boy. I could already start hearing the rumors that would be circulating camp.

Once dinner was over, we headed over to the campfire, where Piper finally showed up, leaning on Rachel for support.

She looked horrified at the campfire, and freaked out even more when she realized that we were having a sing-along.

We started singing songs, and I could feel the tension in the air disappear. Piper and Jason relaxed, while Leo sang loudly, even though he didn't know any of the words.

Finally, the song ended with a lot of applause, and Chiron walked up to the campfire, brandishing a spear impaled with marshmallows.

"Very nice! And a special welcome to our new arrivals. I am Chiron, camp activities director, and I'm happy you have all arrived here alive and with most of your limbs attached. In a moment, I promise we'll get to the s'mores, but first—"

"What about capture the flag?" an Ares kid yelled. The cabin grumbled in agreement.

"Yes," Chiron said. "I know the Ares cabin is anxious to return to the woods for our regular games."

"And kill people!" one of them shouted.

"However," Chiron said loudly, "until the dragon is brought under control, that won't be possible. Cabin Nine, anything to report on that?"

Nyssa stood up, looking uncomfortable. "We're working on it."

"How, Nyssa?" an Ares kid demanded.

"Really hard," she said, looking annoyed. She sat down, and people started to yell and complain. Chiron stamped his hoof against the fire pit stones and the campers fell silent.

"We have to be patient," Chiron said. "In the meantime, we have more pressing matters to discuss." He looked at me.

"Percy?" someone asked. The fire dimmed and started to sputter.

This was my cue. I stood up.

"I didn't find Percy," I said. My voice caught embarrassingly when I said his name. "He wasn't at the Grand Canyon like I thought. But we're not giving up. We've got teams everywhere. Grover, Tyson, Nico, the Hunters of Artemis—everyone's out looking. We will find him. Chiron's talking about something different. A new quest."

"It's the Great Prophecy, isn't it?" a voice called from the back. The voice dripped with honey and sweetness.

Drew.

Everyone looked surprised.

"Drew? What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, come on," she said haughtily. "Olympus is closed. Percy's disappeared. Hera sends you a vision and you come back with three new demigods—" she sneered the last word "—in one day. I mean, something weird is going on. The Great Prophecy has started, right?"

Everyone turned their gaze to Rachel.

"Well?" Drew called down. "You're the oracle. Has it started or not?"

Rachel looked frightening in the firelight, but she stepped forward calmly.

"Yes," she said. "The Great Prophecy has begun."

Pandemonium broke out.

People chattered and looked worried. When the talking subsided, Rachel stepped forward. Everyone, on instinct, leaned away from her.

"For those of you who have not heard it," Rachel said, "the Great Prophecy was my first prediction. It arrived in August. It goes like this:

Seven half-bloods shall answer the call.

To storm or fire the world must fall—"

Jason leapt to his feet, his eyes wild, like I'd just tasered him on the back.

Even Rachel looked caught off guard. "J-Jason? What's—"

"Ut cum spiritu postrema sacramentum dejuremus," he chanted. "Et hostes ornamenta addent ad ianuam necem."

Silence flooded in the amphitheater and rang in our ears. No one spoke.

"You just...finished the prophecy," Rachel stammered. "—An oath to keep with a final breath/And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death. How did you—"

"I know those lines." Jason winced, putting his hands on his temples. "I don't know how, but I know that prophecy.

"In Latin, no less," Drew called out. "Handsome and smart."

A bunch of girls giggled at the Aphrodite spot. Piper looked murderous.

Jason sat down, looking embarrassed, and I put my hand on his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, Jason. About everything." I wanted to keep going, but he nodded.

"It's okay," he whispered. "I'm sorry, too. I'm ruining everything."

Before I could respond, Rachel spoke. "Well," she said. "So, yeah, that's the Great Prophecy. We hoped it might not happen for years, but I fear it's starting now. I can't give you proof. It's just a feeling. And like Drew said, some weird stuff is happening. The seven demigods, whoever they are, have not been gathered yet. I get the feeling some are here tonight. Some are not here."

Campers muttered and glanced at each other nervously, until a drowsy voice called out, "I'm here! Oh…were you calling roll?"

"Go back to sleep, Clovis," someone yelled.

Rachel looked miffed. "Anyway," she continued, "we don't know what the Great Prophecy means. We don't know what challenge the demigods will face, but since the first Great Prophecy predicted the Titan War, we can guess the second Great Prophecy will predict something at least that bad."

"Or worse," Chiron murmured.

Whoa...that was intense.

Anywho, this chapter is like, 2,000 words, so I'm going to stop now. Next chapter will continue on!

Like how..chapters..uh, work.

Anyway, I won't promise to update today, but it may be likely.

Now you can't hold me responsible hahaha...awkward.

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PS. I've noticed something. At the very beginning of the story, the chapters were like, scroll once and they're done.

Now they're huge.

And I think I've developed the story more in these last chapters. Really gotten to know the characters.

I can't believe people actually got through those first chapters. Wow, you guys are the best :DDD