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Rick Riordan: strangling Huntress* no-

Disclaimer: Huntress does not own PJO or HoO

Another OC this chapter, made by me. I will not tell you her name yet.

Rachel and I trudged to the Big House. I raised my hand and knocked on the door. After a few minutes, a light turned on and we heard the footsteps of someone shuffling to the door.

Mr. D appeared and said "Reilly and Emma, it is so late. Why have you come to awaken me of my beauty sleep?" (sorry, couldn't resist)

"Um, can we talk to Chiron, please?" asked Rachel, "Oh, and I'm Rachel and this is Liz." Mr. D looked offended but called to Chiron to come to the door.

"Yes, oh, I see," he said, nodding to Rachel. "Mr. D, you may return to your 'beauty nap'." Dionysus relaxedly walked back to his bedroom humming what suspiciously sounded like Symphony IXX, by Mozart. Chiron tiredly guided us to the rec room and I plopped down onto one of the beanbag chairs while Rachel pulled herself up onto the ping-pong table and dangled her legs over the edge.

"So, another prophecy, I assume?" asked Chiron. Rachel nodded and recited the poemy-type message. Chiron looked thoughtful.

"Well, you girls better be off to bed," he said. Rachel rushed off to her cave the moment we were outside.

"Um, 'night?" I said to myself. I flopped down on my bed and pulled the covers up to my chin. I dozed off right when my head hit the pillow. Again, another dream.

A little girl, about eleven, ran through the forest, a silver dagger in hand. She was wearing torn shorts and a tank top. Her scraggly brown hair had a twig stuck in it. She kept running, looking anxiously behind her. Suddenly, a drakon popped up in front of her. "έκρηξη," she called as she held her hand in a defensive position in front of though it was an instinctive reaction. The drakon looked surprised, and disappeared in a puff of smoke. She,too seemed surprised. She glanced at her hand for a moment. There was a crashing noise behind her and a cute-ish redhead boy about my age tackled the girl from behind. She stood up furiously.

"You!" she said menacingly, "I told you to stay away from me." The boy looked sheepish.

"Olive, I want to help. I don't want you to get hurt," he told her. Suddenly, her face twitched, and her face seemed older.

"Stay away from me, Aaron. You will never be able to help me, no matter how much you try," she said in a much older voice. She raised her hand and said, "Liz, wake up, really."

Wait, huh?

My eyes flew open. Kleft poked me in the stomach, and I giggled. Did I mention that I am extremely ticklish?

"Kleft, stop it," I told him.

"We have a new camper, he is pretty hurt," he said. I hurried to the infirmary and sure enough, the redhead that was in my dream was laying in the bed. I sat down next to him.

"You're Aaron, right?" I asked him. He looked startled, but nodded. "Did you just get here?" He nodded again. "Can you talk?" He scowled.

"Yeah. How do you know so much about me?" he asked.

"Well, I had this dream. Your friend Olive, I think she might-" I dropped off, a look of realization flew across my face as I remembered the prophecy. Defeat the possessor...

"Wait, what?" he said anxiously.

"Um, I've got to go see Chiron. Sorry, I'll explain later," I turned to leave.

"NO!" he yelled, then looked a little nervous, "I mean, don't leave, you can tell me. Olive is like a sister to me, and I think I have a right to know what you are talking about. And, you can also introduce yourself, seeing that I've had no mysterious dreams about you." I sighed, giving in.

"Fine. My name is Elizabeth May Castellan, and I'm 13. But just call me Liz, okay?" I told him.

"Okay... Liz," he smiled.

"Okay. Last night I had a dream." I told him everything that I'd heard and seen. He nodded.

"Yeah, that happened a few days ago. After she told me to leave, she blasted me all the way to Manhattan, where I found this place," he remembered.

"Alright. Last night, my friend, who coincidentally is an oracle that gives prophecies. And, so, she gave us this one." I gave him the whole thing. He turned a little pale.

"So," he said barely above a whisper, "you think Olive is possessed?" I nodded solemnly.

"Whoever is saving her, better get their signs soon. We think- I think there is a specific god, or goddess to be exact, that is possessing her, but I have to ask Chiron for his opinion." I guessed.

Sorry for the short chapter, but I wanted to spare the lives of some people. Review plz.