-Cordelia's POV-

My eyes scanned the horizon, searching for something... My eyes focused on an eagle circling above to sea. Every so often diving down to claw at what seemed like a stallion, racing across the beach. There was a horrendous storm surrounding them -if it was possible- the sea looked as though it were attacking the sky. I knew what this meant... Zeus and Posiedon were fighting, though about what I did not know...

I woke up to someone calling my name.

"Cordelia wake up already, Chiron wants you in the big house yesterday!" shouted an Apollo camper, peeping his head around my door.

I walked up only to find Grover standing next to a very shaky Percy who was talking in hushed tones to Chiron. Chiron looked up from his conversation with Percy and motioned for me to sit next to him.

"I believe Cordelia, that this may concern you as well... Percy please recite what the oracle told you."

"You shall go west, and face the god who has turned.

You shall find what was stolen, and see it safely returned.

You shall be betrayed by one who calls you a friend.

And you shall fail to save what matters most, in the end." He says, his eyes devoid of emotion.

"Well, that was... enlightening," I said, trying to bring the mood up a notch, "So what do we do about it? Is this a prophecy? What does the oracle look like?"

"Now now Cordelia calm down and let me explain" reasons Chiron.

"So where do I have to go for this quest?" Percy asks Chiron.

"Ah think, Percy. If Zeus and Poseidon weaken each other in a war, who stands to gain?"

"Somebody else wants to take over?" guessed Percy.

"Yes quite . Someone who harbours a grudge, who has been unhappy with his lot since the world was divided aeons ago, whose kingdom would grow powerful with the deaths of millions. Someone who hates his brothers for forcing him into an oath to have no more children, an oath that both of them have now broken."

I looked in Chiron's eyes and whispered, "Hades..."

After Annabeth had magically materialised, pulling off a yankees cap, having listened into our conversation -demanding to come with us- we began packing. On Percy's quest it would be me, Annabeth, Percy -of course- and the satyr, Grover. I was in my aqua blue cabin, shoving everything i needed into a bag, it all fit... well most of it. Annabeth popped her head around my door, "Need any help?"

"Please!" I replied, exasperated. She began placing my spare pair of jeans and camp top into my backpack along with a block of ambrosia and a flask of nectar. When she was done we made our way up to Thalia's pine tree at the borders of camp. Grover was wearing fake feet and baggy trousers along with a rasta-style cap so that he could pass off as human. Annabeth, Percy and I wore a camp half blood t-shirt along with jeans and converse. You could say we looked like normal 12 year olds but the looks in our eyes said something different. Just as we were about to get into the van driven by Argus, Luke came running up to Percy with a pair of converse with what looked to be wings sprouting from them. "Thought I would come say good luck. I kinda stole these from my father but they should do you some good," Luke said with a smile. The look in his eyes when he said father was unnerving, as if all the hate in his life was directed towards Hermes. Although, I couldn't exactly blame him, Hermes is a devious little thief -I wouldn't be surprised if it was him who stole the Master Bolt-. And with that we began our quest, stumbling into a cramped strawberry printed mini van...