Pegasus and the Mirrored Ones

Chapter 5

Percy's POV:

Where in Olympus had I seen this girl from? I wondered as I entered the attic. My breathe came out in small white clouds. I walked forward. Ahead of me, the mummified hippy woman stood ahead of me, an eerie feeling emitting from it.

I needed to know what the Oracle had to say. I inched closer. The mummy suddenly came to life, jerking its hands and face wildly. I shivered. Hippy Ladies tend to make me uneasy.

"Percy Jackson," it called in a haunting monotone.

The rift will never be complete

Until you meet

The girl, but she is danger

To all who are against her

War will the great ones delve

Against their mirrored selves

To save the world

The Seven must learn

Her beginnings

Else all will burn

The mummy fell asleep again. I blinked around stupidly. Whoever this girl was, our future was pretty much doomed without her. And the prophecy hadn't followed the normal verse. And may I add, that was not a prophecy. It was more like a warning, or a command. The extra four lines worried me. Else all will burn? I didn't like the sound of that.

I know what you're thinking. Bruv, this guy is losing his mind over poetry? What a nerd! But us demigods would literally pee in their pants. According to legend, the first and should-have-been last time the Oracle didn't follow protocol was when the Gods fought the Titans, which nearly destroyed Earth. Big bummer for Earth.

I had to tell Chiron. But first, I ran over to the infirmary, to ask Annabeth. Trust me, the go-to person to ask for confirmation or knowledge is her. Seeing her mum is Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom and Battle Strategy, it makes sense.

I walked through the door. "Hiya Annabeth," I called. "How's the..."

Annabeth cut me off and glared at me until I realised that the we found in the crater was looking at me in a way that weirdly reminded me of Thalia. I had enough time to see that the girl had very blue eyes before she made her move. The girl shouted some strange words, slung her backpack over her shoulder and sprinted out through the door. In about two seconds flat.

"What in Hades is going on?" I asked Annabeth.

As usual, she rolled her eyes "Seaweed Brain!" and darted through the door.

Feeling more bemused by the second, I followed her. Outside, the crater girl was surrounded by campers. She wielded a golden sword (I had no idea where she got it from). She glanced at me and cut through the crowd.

"Who are you and where am I?" She asked, jabbing her sword at me.

Using Riptide, I lowered her sword down. "I'm Percy Jackson, and you're at Camp Half-Blood."

She looked at me suspiciously. "Which is where exactly?"

"East side of Manhattan," Annabeth said, joining in with the conversation.

The girl looked surprised, then angry. "The east side? You mean to say I'm 3 and a half HOURS AWAY!"

She looked like she was about to burst into fire. Again, Annabeth intervened. "Why don't you come have something to eat with us? I mean, you look rather hungry."

The girl calmed down and looked almost apologetic. "Yes please, if that wouldn't cause any trouble," she said.

Annabeth glanced at me. "Well lead the way, Percy!"

As we reached the dining hall, campers turned to look at us. We sat down at the Poseidon Table: Tyson, Grover, Annabeth, the girl and me. Grover looked at the girl in fright. "Peeerrcy," he bleated in my ear.

I turned around. "Yeah?"

"That girl, her aura is creepy! She doesn't look like anything I've ever seen before, and it scares me!"

I patted his back. "Thanks G-man, I'll keep a close eye on her."

Grover looked relieved, and soon was listening to Tyson, my half-brother. Those two had really come together since the Battle of the Labyrinth. I remembered Grover's words. The girl couldn't be anyone dangerous, could she? I tuned into Annabeth and the girl's conversation.

Annabeth looked at me again. "Percy, this is Emily Jacobs. She lives in New York."

I snapped my fingers.

"Emily Jacobs, you were on the news a while ago!" I shouted triumphantly.

Emily froze. "I don't understand."

I continued. "I think it was..."

Emily quickly interrupted. "Oh you mean that girl, no that wasn't me."

I narrowed my eyes.

"Emily," I said again. "You're not going to sell us to the CRU?"

She looked shocked for a second but replied. "How do you know about them and why?"

"First question, I also live in New York, they seem to pop up often and second, because they have no idea we exist, that the myths are real. And I'd rather they didn't."

Emily put on that pained look again. "Um, hate to burst your bubble, but they do know about us."

I froze. The CRU could destroy camp, destroy us. Then Emily said the worst thing:

"They've known for a while."