AN: Here's for the only one person who ever reads it, MAL-DaughterofChaos. Seriously, when will other people besides you start reading this? It's getting really annoying having to publish for just one person.

Frank's POV:

"That's it." exclaimed Annabeth, after reciting the prophecy.

But everyone wasn't listening, grief hanged over us like a dense fog. We've lost so many people with the latest prophecy, it's really stupid to have to experience another one after just a year.

Leo spoke up, asking the one question on our minds, "Who is going?"

Annabeth glanced at Piper, then looked downwards, "Yeah, about that."

I looked straight at her eyes, not taking my attention away from her. When will the world decide that one war is enough?

She took a deep breath, "I saw something in the Katoptris."

Piper was staring intimidatingly at Annabeth. Percy froze in spot, he stared wide-eyed after hearing what she said.

She shook off the stares, and continued. "I saw some tragic events, but I saw myself with the rest of the seven, including Reyna."

Reyna was silent, her eyes clouded with guilt and agony. During the past year, she had lost her most beloved pet, Skipper the Pegasus. After losing Skipper, Reyna couldn't function properly, getting weird dreams and mid-night breakdowns. As the second praetor, it was my job to calm her down and get her back on task, but that didn't go well. One time she punched me, square in the jaw, and after that, I couldn't properly bite my food.

"What did you see?" asked Percy.

"I saw," she stared down at her shoes, "Pasiphae."

A bunch of diamonds flew out of the ground, landing around Hazel. I took her hand, her eyes glimmering with fear. I whispered in her ear,"It's going to be okay." She nodded, biting her lips. One positive outcome of the war was my relationship with Hazel. Our relationship progressed over the past year, I finally got the courage to ask her out on a real date. Now,as her boyfriend, it was also my job to take care of her, I can't let anything hurt her. I wrapped my hand around her shoulder, comforting her.

"It doesn't stop there," she said chuckling, but we knew it was out of nervousness. "Frank and Hazel were almost got killed by a ram." I looked back at Hazel, her hands shaking. But to be honest, I was shaking too. Whatever we have in store, it's not going to be good. "Leo, Reyna, Piper and Jason dripping in their own blood. I saw…", she lingered at Percy, her eyes never taking off him, as if he would strike any moment. She cleared her throat, "We all are coming. Like the good old days." She expressed a smile on her lips, but it was fake.

Silence surrounded the meeting. "Why does it have to be us?" I looked at the direction it came from, Jason stood up in his seat.

"CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING BY YOURSELF, FATHER?" He screamed on the top of his lungs, all his anger filled up those words. He glared up at the ceiling. He slammed his fist onto the table, shaking with tremendous voltage. His fist left an imprint onto the table, smoke rising around the mark. He looked down at the table, shaking his hand. He took a glance at the statue of Zeus next to the Ping-Pong table with a look of irritation. He headed out the door, slamming it as thunder rattled outside.

Earl's POV:

I stirred awake, my head aching. I could feel wet sticky stuff falling down, Great. I tried to get up, using the walls to support my balance. My vision zoned out, and I lost my balance, falling down to the floor. I observed my surroundings, trying to find Minda. But it was too dark to see anything at all. A part of me could sense that Minda was alive, but she isn't here.

I scrutinized around one more time, trying to find an exit. Without any luck, there was nothing. Out of frustration, I banged my head on the wall, making the pain even worse. My hand arose to my head, trying to see if it was that bad. I pulled away, looking down at my bloody hand. Oh gods, I thought.

I fell face first into the cold hard floor, blacking out.

But there was something off about me blacking out, it had almost felt like I was in a trance. As if I was drifting away from consciousnesses, like in a dream. I felt a presence in my dream, someone is here.

I tried to zone in on the person, and my vision started to get clear. I was in a room, walls bare with only a chair. On the chair was, Minda?

She was tied up, and standing over next to her was another lady. I forced myself to focus, my hearing acting up. I could hear snippets of their conversation.

"I don't know what you need!" Minda cried out. I felt a lack of breath, I couldn't bare seeing her like this. Minda is like a sister to me, even more. I would rather have them take my life then to see her like this.

"Of course, you do." said the lady, staring right into Minda's eyes. "You know exactly what." Her nails dig deep into Minda's chained hands. I wanted to choke the lady, no one is allowed to do that to her.

There were footprints approaching, making the lady scamper, letting me get a good look at her.

She was fit and tall with blond hair, she was wearing a black worn out robe, but her eyes were off. She had bright deceiving looking red eyes, looking like a hungover jerk.

The door opened, allowing light into the darken room. At the doorway was another woman, but by the looks of it, she was the leader. She had long black hair, crowned with all sorts of jewels. She had on a long robe, like one of those in the Greek mythology selection of the museum. She was beautiful, but her facial expression ruined it. She looked like the human form of pure anger and hatred.

"Rubicante. Any problems?" The lady in the robe said.

"Noth- Not at all, Mistress." Rubicante stammered.

The so-called Mistress held her head high, looking at Minda with distaste.

"And the girl?" She asked.

"Wouldn't talk, we should have killed her and the boy."

"Kill off the only valuable players we have?" The Mistress said, "We need to know what is happening, you piece of scum!"

Rubicante stood there silent, but the Mistress went on.

"Our last one, remember her? That is why we are behind plans." She yelled, "I should have killed you, yet here you are."

That caught Ruby's attention. "I'm trying my best, I'll not fail again."

"Try better than the best." She exclaimed, slamming the door shut.

Rubicante mumbled a few curse words under breath and headed straight for Minda.

"We can do this one of two ways; the easy way-you talk," She said, twisting her knife in her hand. "or the easier way-you still talk."

(AN: Sorry, I had to add a Sam Winchester quote…)

Minda cleared her throat, "You know you could stop this. Free yourself from her."

Ruby almost jammed the knife into Minda's throat. "Yeah, brilliant idea. Let's stick to the plan about me not dying."

Minda eyed the knife, her voice barely a whisper. "Turn against her, you are obviously better than her."

Rubicante lowered her knife an inch off Minda's throat. "How do I do that? It's like walking straight into a death trap, she will find me."

"Not if you trick her, the power you radiate, why are you even working for her? You could wipe her off the planet."

Rubicante considered that, her knife unsteadily held against Minda's throat.

Surprisingly, she lowered the knife. She took off the chains, whispering something into Minda's ear.

Minda ran off, not daring to look back. Rubicante stood there, smiling diabolically. She has a plan in stored, something that sent shivers to my body.

AN: I know, what a crappy ending to the chapter. But I ran out of ideas, be glad I'm even publishing. :( It's just the fact that… ugh, you people will sue me for telling it.

But anywho, does anyone get the Rubicante reference? Huh? No one? Well, if you do, DON'T TELL ANYONE, if other people ever read it! I'll hunt you down and murder you and your family and all your pets. Then hack into your social media and make a fool of yourself.

Sorry, I swear I am normal. But I suppose that is what a psycho person would say…

And no, I am not PMSING.

I should leave, bye. REVIEW PLEASE!

~ CAStiel's left butt cheek

PS: This is a hint, if you get it, yay! Do you want a teddy bear?

You got two black eyes from loving too hard and a black car that matches your blackest soul.

(Song: I am pretty sure you would know this one, MAL. BTW, I wrote this AN during last year, so it's a bit old. Last year me thought I couldn't finish SPN before the next year came...)