I went to the Big House, terrified that I was gonna have to spend a day in the armory in the filth, because I DID organize a midnight paintball party last night. Annabeth walked up to the door and knocked.

  “Wish I had that kind of bravery,” said Grover.

  “Percy Jackson,” Chiron said slowly.

  “What did I do?” I asked.

  “You have done nothing that I know of, but the Oracle wished to see you three.” Chiron said that with a suspicious look. We walked upstairs to the attic. The candles were lit as we walked in. I had been meaning to ask Chiron about who controlled the lights, but that didn’t matter now.

  “Percy! Annabeth! And of course, Grover! It’s great to see you guys here. The reason I called you guys here was because I have a prophecy that needs to be heard,” said Rachel, the new Oracle. We sat down in front of Rachel. Her eyes turned misty and a dark shade of blue.

  “The boy of the eldest gods, the boy that lived must join forces. The cursed blade and the chosen one must act as one. The boy that lived will be waiting for you. You must find him and deafeat the ones who threaten us, the immortal.” Rachel’s eyes turned back to normal. We thanked her and went downstairs.

  “Percy, this is a Circeporter. Take good care of it. Now go,” Chiron said. I was confused and looked him in the eye.

  “Wha? Look. I’m not gonna go anywhere with that creepy thing until ya tell me what that thing is."

  "Percy. You are going to Broadway,” Chiron answered with a dissapointing look.

  “Well then,” I said blushing. “Annabeth can go get the Mist.”