Heroes with Wands

Chapter 7

Annabeth

I woke up, gasping. That dream....what was that? I knew I couldn't keep my secret from Chiron anymore. I got out of bed didn't bother changing.

This was getting out of control. I grabbed my knife, and Daedalus's laptop. I rushed to the Big House and knocked on Chiron's door. "Enter."

I pushed open his door. He was in his wheelchair form, sitting at his desk and sorting through old CDs. "Chiron. Something's going on. We need to call a meeting. Now."

Chiron turned around. "Annabeth? What's so urgent it needs to be discussed at four in the morning?" I almost flipped out on him. I started tapping my foot and breathing heavily, what I did when I was nervous. "Annabeth, calm down."

"Chiron, I know who the prophecy's about," I said. "And I have something I need to tell you guys. We have to gather the seven, the camp leaders, and Ella the harpy."

Chiron frowned. "All right."

In ten minutes, everybody was gathered in the rec room again. We were all in pajamas and slippers, with rats nests for hair.

Percy and Jason, being so alike, had hair sticking up in every direction. Percy was wearing plaid blue-and-black pants, and no shirt--c'mon, Annabeth, focus--and Jason was wearing Superman pants (for his namesake) and no shirt. Piper....I almost laughed in a serious matter.

Everybody was gathered--the cabin leaders, plus Hazel, Frank, Jason, Reyna, Octavian, Thalia Ella, and Rachel.

"What have you called this meeting for, Annabeth?" Chiron asked. "You sounded worried. You said you know who the prophecy's about?"

"Yes," I said. "At first, we'd thought all the talk of 'foes' and 'enemies' were about the Romans, but Jason, Hazel, and Frank are part of the quest. We've made peace. It can't be about them."

Reyna nodded. "Yes. Although I'd hate to admit it, I admire your ways of training here. It's been a nice stay. We are not enemies, but, if you'd care to call it, friends. We're getting along just fine."

I smiled. "Yeah. Now, when Rachel first spoke the prophecy, after I spoke with Chiron, I saw a redheaded girl watching us. She looked ripply, or misty. I could see right through her."

Jason shifted. "Like the Lares at Camp Jupiter?"

Another grin spread over my face. "That's the thing. No, not a Lar or a ghost. She looked human, and alive. Mortal. When I asked who she was, she disappeared. It was like she was in a vision or something."

"And you think she has something to do with the prophecy?" Nico asked. I nodded. "Probably. I'd be able to sense if there was a ghost in the camp. That's what happened at Camp Jupiter."

"I wanted to keep it to myself," I said. "I thought she had something to do with my own problem. Then last night, I had this weird dream." I explained it to them.

First, I'd seen a group of teenages (including the girl and another redheaded boy who I thought to be her brother) holding sticks and defending themselves against these creeps in masks. They were saying things and beams of light sent the mask-dudes flying back.

They were in a room with glass balls on row after row of shelves. The kids ran for their lives and fell through a door. Then the dream shifted.

At first, it showed four of the teenagers from the group--both the redheads, whose names they spoke as Ron and Ginny, a black-haired boy named Harry, and a brown-haired girl named Hermione.

Harry appeared in this house, and Ginny attacked him with a hug. They seemed to space out for a moment, and then Ron and Hermione greeted Harry as well. The redheads' mother, Mrs. Weasley, was also there.