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Sorry for the delay, I had a busy friday, and I had a bit of writer's block

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Disclaimer: I DONT OWN PJO OR HOO I AM NOT RICK RIORDAN.

The next few days at camp were like going back in time. It was just like at every school Christl had ever attended, everything went just fine as long as she seemed normal, but one "accident" and that was it. Even here, a place where supernatural things happen everyday, people still were treating her differently after seeing one of her "accidents". The only people that seemed to be immune to the "ignore Christl" fever, were Nyssa and Butch. Christl stayed in her lonely cabin most of the time now, no point in going outside if everyone is going to either glare at you or run when you show up. Then she started getting notes on the front of her cabin, telling her to leave, and that the camp would be better off without her, or that she must be some sort of spy for Gaea. Butch came by and tried to cheer her up to no avail. Nyssa just got frustrated with Christl for letting this bother her, "Geez Christl, so what if a few people are treating you differently? Nothing's changed; me and Butch are still your friends. Come on, don't worry about these idiots, they'll come around, you just freaked them out a little."

Christl turned to look at Nyssa, tears in her eyes, "It's not just that Nyssa; I'm scared." She admitted, the emotions running free at last.

"Scared of what?" Nyssa asked, in a more gentle voice.

"Of myself; the last time anything like that happened, that last time I had an "accident", I killed someone; I can't control the "accidents", they just happen, and they'll usually destroy everything around me; people, buildings, nature, anything that crosses their path." Christl said, crying in earnest now, "I just don't want to hurt anybody. Maybe everyone's right, the camp would be better if I just left."

Nyssa slapped Christl hard in the face. Christl looked up in shock; she had never seen Nyssa lose control like this this. "The camp would better off without you? That's just selfish thinking." Nyssa began, shaking with fury, "Let's see, if you run away, it's not like anyone's gonna miss you or anything. It's not like Butch and I care at all. It's not like you'd just be proving all of these idiots right." She said spitting sarcasm. Then she lifted her hands, and Christl flinched as Nyssa pulled her into a hug. "Look you big idiot, no one really thinks of you like that, they're probably more scared of the hellhounds than you. C'mon, it's not like hellhounds bypass the boundaries of the camp everyday, and with the war with Gaea, everyone's on edge. And don't worry, when I find whoever put those notes on your door we'll get them back for this." Christl cried silent tears of relief; she'd been wrong, this wasn't like last time, this time, she had people on her side. Between Nyssa and Butch, Christl barely noticed the way the other campers were treating her, but it was still a nagging presence in the back of her mind. But it seemed Nyssa was right, soon enough the other campers, seeing no sign that Christl had changed, began become less wary of her. Her camp life was returning to normal at last; at least until she had the dream.

Christl dreamed she was in a deserted Camp Half-Blood, wandering around, looking for any signs of life. Then out of the dirt, a woman's form sprouted, with clothes that seemed to be made the dirt she had sprouted from. But Christl could never forget that face, the face that had appeared in the Catskill Mountains. "W-what do you want?" Christl stammered, not bothering to run, recalling the failure of her last attempt.

"Nothing, I'm here to check on my pawn, to make sure you understand what I will do if you don't serve me." She said casually, snapping her fingers. The landscape changed instantly, and the camp was in ruins, craters and fires littering the ground, cabins lying in piles of rubble, but it got worse whenChristl saw a pair of broken bodies lying in the pavilion, and she ran over, praying that it wasn't who she feared it was. She felt tears cascade down her face as she looks at the bloodied forms of Nyssa and Butch.

"Leave them out of this! Whatever problem you've got, it's with me right? Leave them and this camp alone!" Christl spat back, looking up from the horrible image.

"Oh no little one, they are part of the deal; just like this camp, just like Chris, just like Elizabeth, just like anything you hold dear! Soon, very soon, Christl Walker, you will be forced to make your choice; you will decide who lives, and who dies." The lady laughed, as if the entire Earth was her playground (which it pretty much was).

"Who are you?" Christl yelled in frustration, her thoughts reeling from the idea that she would decide everyone's fate, and that the lady seemed so sure that she could control Christl.

"You have already been told, by most of my children I am known as the Earth Mother. But that is none of your concern, your concern should be to decide where you will stand, either by me, the one who can return your old life, or the gods, who have ignored you for years, leaving you to fend for yourself. It should be a simple choice, no?" She asked politely as she sank back into the dirt.

Christl woke up with a start, quickly burying her face in her pillow, she started screaming. She hated it; she hated being the one that had lost everything, that had to cause herself pain. Most of all, she hated herself; she was so weak, that the Earth Mother, or Gaea, or whatever she was called, had her in a perfect vice. She went through the day as if the dream had never happened, and after a few hiccups with Nyssa, she had made sure no one else suspected something was wrong. She practiced at the arena, against the Apollo and Ares kids, she went canoeing and running, she learned Ancient Greek, just like a normal day.

Nothing happened until dinner, when Chiron announced that someone named Rachel Elizabeth Dare was coming to camp, and the campers started whispering nervously within themselves. Christl strained her ears, and picked up a few whispers, "Last time she came, she told us the Great Prophecy was happening, what do you think she'll tell us this time?" some kids from Demeter were saying. "Maybe something else is wrong, something we don't even know about…" whispered a few other kids from Apollo. All in all, by the time dinner was over, Christl was very worried for this "Rachel's" arrival.

Later that evening, Argus, the many-eyed security guard drove in in a large van, and a tall, slim girl with frizzy red hair, freckled face, deep green eyes stepped out of the van with Argus. That must be Rachel, Christl thought. Rachel walked calmly up to the table that Chiron was sitting at, aware that the eyes of every camper were on her, and whispered something into his ears. Chiron began whispering back at a frantic pace, something she had just said had definitely unsettled him. He then turned to the campers gathered around the campfire "Everyone, our Oracle of Delphi, Rachel Elizabeth Dare has some very important news for us."

Rachel began to speak, the words flying from her mouth at a mile a minute, "As you all know, the Argo II left for Camp Jupiter a few weeks ago, carrying some of the demigods from the Great Prophecy, to begin their journey to Rome, and then Greece. However, ever since they left, I've been hearing voices, the same voices, always saying "They're missing someone, they're missing the bow, the key to their success" I did some research, and I think the bow I've been dreaming of is the bow the Hercules himself used to help the gods take down the giants the first time. As for the missing someone, they must not have the seventh demigod with them." The flames were a multitude of colors now, as the confusion spread like wildfire through the crowd.

"So who is the seventh demigod then?" someone yelled out, and there was a murmur of agreement. Clearly the fact that the seventh demigod was unknown was a serious problem.

"We don't know, but I think we can-" Rachel started but then all of a sudden her eyes glowed a ghastly green, while mist began swirling around in the clearing, enveloping everything, then she began speaking in a different voice, an ancient voice,

"Three shall go west, to the land of the dead,

They shall find the bow buried in dread.

Misfortune's daughter, only death can fix,

The Seventh revealed at the River Styx."

Rachel collapsed, but Chiron was there and caught her. "I think it is obvious, we have been given a quest, and the only daughter of Moros must lead this quest. The line that spoke of misfortune's daughter could not have been much clearer." Chiron said sadly. Christl sat in silence while everyone turned to her, expecting her to do something. So she stood, and walked forward to where Chiron was waiting, "You may choose any two campers to accompany you on your quest. You must go and retrieve the bow, it will be essential in our fight against Gaea and her giants." Chiron continued.

"So you want me to charge to my death?" Christl asked after reaching the podium, poorly masking her anger, "The prophecy says I'll die."

"Do not dwell on the meaning of the prophecy; usually the meanings of each line don't make themselves clear until after the quest is completed." Chiron stated, attempting to make Christl feel better, but he couldn't keep the sadness out of his face. Christl was incredulous, after everything, they would just tell her to go die so that they could have a bow? She didn't care what anyone said, a suicide mission was a terrible idea.

"What's so important about this bow anyway?" Christl asked.

"Hercules' bow has been used in many terrible wars, it has been used in the first war with the giants, and the Trojan War, but it has always been on the side of the victors. It has the blessings of the Olympians, and will never run out of arrows. Each arrow is imbued with nearly god-level explosives at the tip, and they generate themselves as the user needs. The bow is the most powerful weapon a mortal may use, and is extremely effective against all of Gaea's forces. So yes, the bow is kind of a big deal." Chiron retorted with a hint of exasperation in his voice.

"Oh." Christl squeaked, "So um, how does this work? Do I just go? Or is there some ritual?"

"No, you simply need to pick the other people you're bringing along with you, and then prepare your things, the quest leaves in the morning." Chiron stated, as though this was a normal occurrence. Christl turned to the crowd, and her eyes immediately sought Butch and Nyssa.

They both answered before she could ask, "Of course we're coming." They said simultaneously. Christl blushed slightly, their willingness had been unexpected. But now, Christl realized that the Earth Mother was correct, she was barreling full speed towards whatever decision she had been talking about. Christl had no doubt that this decision would not boast well for her friends, but she just didn't know what to do. If Gaea, if the entire Earth, really was their enemy, what hope did they have? But Christl put on a brave face, as if she were looking forward to the quest and most likely, her death.

"We will return with the bow in time to help in the war preparations!" She yelled, to many cheers and a general outcry of happiness. Chiron announced that the quest should travel on an airplane, seeing as travelling on ground was clearly a bad idea. Then the camp broke, and everyone went to bed. Christl woke the next morning and packed her bag with just the necessities; a few changes of clothes, a few hundred mortal dollars, about 20 golden drachma, a Ziploc bag of ambrosia, and two canteens of nectar. Then she put Nios on her finger and headed out. It's time she thought, time to save the world.

So, we have a quest!

I told you the plot would fall into the Mark of Athena!

Christl is now leading a quest to find the bow (which is real by the way Hercules, or Heracles, whichever, did use the bow to kill the giants, and he then gave it to Philoctetes to use in the Torjan War.)

Sorry for terrible prophecy, im no poet x.x

Sorry if Nyssa was OOC x.x