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A MEETING WAS CALLED ABOUT THE PROPHECY, Alina and Thalia sat next to each other. Technically Alina was Cabin 1's head counsellor but Thalia wanted to come anyways. Percy sat next to Alina while Grover sat next to Thalia.
Zoe and Bianca di Angelo (who had kind of become Zoe's personal assistant) took the other end.
Beckendorf, Silena Beauregard, and the Stoll brothers sat at the table aswell.
Zoe started the meeting off on a positive note. "This is pointless."
Alina wanted to roll her eyes, but after Zoe nearly killed her in capture the flag, she decided it wasn't too much of a good idea.
"There is no time for talk," Zoe continued. "Our goddess needs us. The Hunters must leave immediately."
"And go where?" Chiron asked.
"West!" Bianca said. "You heard the prophecy. Six shall go west to the goddess in chains. We can get five hunters and go."
Alina thought she looked just like the hunters, she had a french braid falling down her back and she seemed to glow.
"Yes," Zoe agreed. "Artemis is being held hostage! We must find her and free her."
"You're missing something, as usual," Thalia said. "Campers and Hunters combined prevail. We're supposed to do this together."
"No!" Zoe said. "The Hunters do not need thy help."
"Your" Thalia grumbled. "Nobody has said thy in, like, three hundred years, Zoe. Get with the times."
Zoe hesitated, like she was trying to form the word correctly. " Yerrr. We do not need yerrr help."
Thalia rolled her eyes. "Forget it."
"I fear the prophecy says you do need our help," Chiron said. "Campers and Hunters must cooperate."
"Or do they?" Mr. D mused, swirling his Diet Coke under his nose like it had a fine bouquet. "One shall be lost. One shall perish. That sounds rather nasty, doesn't it? What if you fail because you try to cooperate?"
"Mr. D," Chiron sighed, "with all due respect, whose side are you on?"
Dionysus raised his eyebrows. "Sorry, my dear centaur. Just trying to be helpful."
"We're supposed to work together," Thalia said stubbornly. "I don't like it either, Zoe, but you know prophecies. You want to fight against one?"
Zoe grimaced, and Alina could tell that she didn't like the fact that Thalia was right. It was true, you could run away from a prophecy and have it catch you, or you could face it head on.
"We must not delay," Chiron warned. "Today is Sunday. This very Friday, December twenty-first, is the winter solstice."
