Unwanted

Chapter Sixteen

At 5:30 in the morning, we regrouped at the Big House.

Most of the counsellors were half asleep, and the Morpheus cabin counselor, who I had learned was named Evan, was being dragged by Will Solace and Jason Grace.

Once we had settled down in our seats, Clarisse banged her hand down on the table. "Alright Prissy, we need a prophecy." She barked. I groaned.

"Fine. I'll fetch Rachel, if she's still around..." I grumbled.

"Yeah, the gods made her the immortal oracle." Piper said. I nodded, standing up and pushing in my chair.

"Cool. I'll be right back, then." I said, and walked out of the Big House. I broke into a light jog after clambering down the porch steps, and passed a few wandering campers, who probably woke up early to train.

As I reached Rachel's cave, I could hear her muttering inside, just past the purple curtains. Knocking loudly on the rock, the curtains opened, and I was met by the frizzy red hair of Rachel Elizabeth Dare.

"Percy!" She exclaimed, suddenly awake. Her green eyes seemed to glow, and behind her, I could see the paints and canvases laying discarded around the room.

"Hey Rachel. We need a prophecy from you." I said bluntly. Rachel nodded, adjusting the hem of her marker-covered jeans.

"Sure. Lead the way, Perce. Unless you just want me to spit it out here?" She asked. I shrugged.

"I don't even know if they trust me anymore. They could think I was lying. I think it'd be best if you came with." I pointed out. She nodded again.

"Coolio." Rachel replied, and pushed her way past me and into the gloomy morning air.

We walked back to the Big House in silence, each of us pondering something different. I personally was worrying about what the prophecy could say. Rachel was probably planning her next painting, or dressed/ covered-in-gold-get-together thingy.

"Ah, Rachel. I assume Percy told you why we needed your assistance?" Chiron asked as we reentered the room.

"Yeah. You need me to paint the cabins into a huge mural reflecting how awesome ponies are, right?" Rachel asked. Chiron chuckled.

"Maybe later, but yes, we need a prophecy." He said. Thalia yawned.

"Well, get on with it." Clarisse snapped. Her bandana was lopsided, and there were dark bags underneath her eyes, signaling to me that she hadn't been sleeping.

"As you wish." Rachel said, and by her smirk, I had a feeling that there was a double meaning behind her words, and they sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. (The Princess Bride anyone? No? Okay....)

Rachel suddenly stood rigid, and her eyes glowed green. Well, greener. Smoke billowed out of her mouth, and spirit of Delphi began to speak.

"Approach, seeker, and ask." Rachel green smoke-talked.

"How can we find and destroy the Migimites?" I asked.

The green smoke billowed out and filled the room. I saw an image of Chaos, a younger looking Chaos, battling with another female figure. The other figure had straight black hair, and pale white skin. Their eyes were a pit of darkness, devoid of any emotion. They fought hard with swords, vibrating with power. Chaos, and Order. This was it. The moment when Chaos defeated her older sister.