With Pan, Goku, and Trunks now taking off on their journey across the galaxy to find the Black Star Dragon Balls, The focus is now on young Bra (Bulla) Briefs, and her journey in the world of the Demigods, which brings us to this chapter.

* Attic of Camp-Half Blood, Long Island

Bulla and Annabeth were walking up the stairs to the attic to visit the Oracle of Delphi. They had just arrived at the door when Bra said,

" What is the Oracle like?"

" Oh don't worry Bulla, you'll be fine. The Oracle can be intimidating most of the time, but there's nothing you need to worry about except your prophecy." Annabeth said.

" Well okay." Bra replied.

" Now go on , I'll see you later." And with that, she was gone, leaving Bra alone in the front of the door. Bra opened the door, and in the room were various boxes of old artifacts.

They were all filled with Greek hero junk: armor stands covered in cobwebs; once-bright shields pitted. with rust; old leather steamer trunks plastered with stickers saying ITHAKA, CIRCE'S ISLE, and LAND OF

THE AMAZONS. One long table was stacked with glass jars filled with pickled things-severed hairy claws,

huge yellow eyes, various other parts of monsters. A dusty mounted trophy on the wall looked like a giant snake's head, but with horns and a full set of shark's teeth. The plaque read, HYDRA HEAD #1,

WOODSTOCK, N.Y., 1969.

Bra then looked over at the window and, sitting on a wooden tripod stool, was the weirdest thing she'd ever seen: a mummy.

Not the wrapped-in-cloth kind, but a human female body shriveled to a husk. She wore a tie-dyed sundress, lots of beaded necklaces, and a headband over long black hair. The skin of her face was thin and leathery over her skull, and her eyes were glassy white slits

marbles; By Bra's guess, she'd been dead a long, long time.

Looking at her sent chills up her back. Just then, the mummy sat up on her stool and opened her mouth. A green mist poured from the mummy's mouth, coiling over the floor in thick tendrils, hissing.

Inside Bra's head , she heard a voice, slithering into one ear and coiling around her brain: I am the spirit of

Delphi, speaker of the prophecies of Phoebus Apollo, slayer of the mighty Python. Approach, seeker, and ask.

Bra was nervous and quite frankly, a little scared.But the mummy wasn't alive, as if she was some kind of host for something else, the power that was now swirling around Bra in the green mist. But its presence didn't feel evil, it felt ancient, powerful, and definitely not human. But not particularly interested in killing Bra either.

Bra got up the courage to ask, "What is my destiny?"

The mist swirled more thickly, collecting right in front of Bra and around the table.

(AN: Sorry this chapter is short, but this is only part one! And most of this was inspired by The Lightning Thief when Percy meets the oracle! I don't own anything!)