Okay! Chapter 7 is up! Please review and I would like to thank Anastasia PJ for the great idea (that I am using). I hope you like this chapter. It is from Percy's POV; please review.

Chapter 7:

I'm going to be frank: the oracle is creepy. That was until Rachel took over as the prophecy giver. Thank the gods. Rachel had her own cabin, away from all the campers (most people were afraid Rachel would "hurt" them if she was to close). Her cabin was placed in a grove a little ways from the beach. It was painted yellow with white window boxes that was filled with orange tulips. It was sweet. It was Rachel.

I approached her door. Confession time: I hadn't talked to Rachel since the end of the war and you could say, she was pissed. It's not like I was trying to be rude, it's just that I wanted to spend all my free time with Annabeth. My girlfriend--at the time. I guess Rachel is the jealous type. Maybe she wasn't mad anymore. I shrugged. Here goes nothing, then I knocked on the door.

A girl with fiery red hair and a paint streaked face opened the door. The smile on her face faded once she saw who was standing in front of her--me. I smiled to tell her I was here for her. Obviously she didn't get the gesture because she started to shut the door.

"Rachel," I started, sticking my foot between the door and the frame.

"What do you want, Jackson?" Rachel seethed. Yeah, still mad.

"Come on, Rachel," I said pushing the door open.

Her cabin was quiet large. There were original painting hanging on the pastel color wall. A large artist easel sat in corner with an unfinished painting of a sunset sitting on it. There was a bed with a patterned quilt placed in the center of the room. And a well-worn couch under the window.

"Rachel please, I-I need to talk to you," I said not trying to give away anything.

"Percy," She said my name with such hate it made me flinch.

"Do you need an oracle?" Rachel said flatly.

"Y-yes," I admitted.

"So, you didn't want to talk to me," Rachel said, getting right in my face.

"N-no," I said hanging my head.

"Well go ahead," Rachel spat, "get your oracle."

"How do I find Annabeth?" I asked hoping it worked so I didn't have to explain to Rachel. At first nothing happened and the look on Rachel's face told me she didn't want to help Annabeth. Then Rachel's eyes began to glow an unnatural green. I took a step back, bracing myself for what was to come.

A green mist swirled around my legs, creating an image--two figures: Chiron and Luke. I cringed. Luke, the same Luke that broke Annabeth's heart and turned on the gods to serve for Kronos.

Chiron was the first one to speak:

The child of an Olympian god,

Luke spoke next:

Is hidden by the traitors son

Chiron then said something that chilled my blood:

At dawn the curse will prevail

The last line was Luke's and once he said it the gears in my brain started turning:

A choice the lover must prepare

The green mist faded then Rachel collapsed. I didn't react fast enough to catch her but I picked her up off the floor and placed her on the bed. I didn't want to wait until she woke up and have to explain what happened to Annabeth. Frankly, I would probably choke up if I said anything about it. I took one last look at the cabin before starting my trek to the Big house.

Chiron was waiting for me, playing pinochle with Mr.D--who, by the way, looks great. When Chiron saw me he immediately got up and asked me about my audience with the oracle.

"What did Rachel say?" Chiron asked anxiously.

"The child of an Olympian god/Is hidden by the traitors son/At dawn the curse will prevail/A choice the lover must prepare," when I finished Chiron was scratching his beard.

"Do you know anything?" I asked slowly not wanting to interrupt his "thinking moment".

"No, no, it is just that . . . traitors son, that doesn't sound so appealing."

He was right. Who was the traitor? And who was his son? I was genuinely confused. We haven't had a traitor, that we know of, since Luke joined Kronos and none of us wanted to relive that again. I sighed. The only thing that I didn't know was where to start looking for Annabeth. I was just about to ask Chiron about it until there was a scream. And it was coming from the porch. That we were standing on. Do you see where I am going with this.

Anyways, Chiron and I ran to see what happened. And what we saw was a very excited Mr. D, holding his cards in satisfaction. Chiron sighed and I just burst out laughing. If you haven't seen Mr. D excited, you are missing out. His chubby face looked like it was either trying to smile or get away from the rest of his body. The flab on his arms was flapping with ever fist pump, it was hard to look away much less not laugh.

"I win!" he shouted, raising his arms in victory.

"Hardly," Chiron scoffed walking over to the table. He moved his cards in some way then bet and walla--he won.

"AH!" Mr.D fumed in frustration, making ever satyr in a ten mile radius run for cover.

Chiron turned toward me-- totally unfazed at what happened--and said, "You should get packing. Tomorrow you will embark on your quest."

I nodded and started walking down the steps, still laughing about Mr. D, but before I hit the last step Chiron spoke up.

"Oh, Percy I forgot to ask you, who do you intend to bring along with you?"

With me? I was stumped. The oracle didn't say anything about taking some one. Grover? Maybe. Oh wait, he was on dispatch searching for more half-bloods. He is on the counsel but still likes to help out. What a nice guy . . . satyr. Focus Percy. Um . . .

"Nico," I blurted out. I would smack myself later for that.

"Nico DiAngelo it is," Chiron forced a smile--keeping the mood light.

That night I was hoping to get lucky and have a dreamless sleep, but like Annabeth always says "You aren't lucky."

Well, did you like it. I know I didn't say anything about Annabeth but I might in later chapters. Why does Percy regret picking Nico you ask. You'll just have to wait and find out. Review please