The Daughter of Hecate (Percy Jackson/Harry Potter)

The Missing Goddess

Since the Oracle wouldn't obviously walk back to the attic herself, Vitani ended up levitating her back. She didn't want to touch her for obvious reasons.

Percy was also mad out how the Oracle had gone out of her way to exclude him, ignoring his question and walked half a mile to talk to Zoe. She said nothing, not even a hint, about Annabeth.

"What will Chiron do?" Percy asked.

"I wish I knew." Grover said, looking wistfully at the rolling hills covered in snow. "I want to be out there."

"Searching for Annabeth?" Percy asked.

Grover looked a bit distracted before he blushed. "Oh, right. That too. Of course."

"What were you thinking about, Grover?" Luke asked.

He clopped his hooves uneasily. "Just something the manticore said, about the Great Stirring. I can't help but wonder ... if all those ancient powers are waking up, maybe ... maybe not all of them are evil."

"You mean Pan." Vitani said.

Before the conversation could go any further, Thalia walked up to them.

"We have to go to the Big House." Thalia said.

"Why?" Percy asked.

"Dionysus is calling a council of cabin leaders to discuss the prophecy." She said.

"Oh." Percy said.

Mr. D and Chiron (in wheelchair form) sat at one end of the table. Zoe and Bianca di Angelo (who had kind of become Zoe's personal assistant) took the other end. Thalia and Grover and Percy sat along the right, and the other head councilors-Beckendorf, Silena Beauregard, Vitani, and Luke sat on the left. The Ares kids were supposed to send a representative, too, but all of them had gotten broken limbs (accidentally) from trying to flirt with the Hunters.

"This is pointless." Zoe said, starting off the meeting. "There is no time to talk, our Goddess needs us. The Hunters must leave immediately."

"And go where?" Chiron asked.

"West!" Bianca said. "You heard the prophecy. Seven shall go west to the goddess in chains. We can get Seven hunters and go."

"Yes." Zoe agreed. "Lady Artemis is being held hostage! We must find her and free her."

"You're missing something, as usual," Thalia said, rolling her eyes. "Campers and Hunters combined prevail. We're supposed to do this together."

"No!" Zoe said, shaking her head and scowling. "The Hunters do not need thy help."

"You." Thalia grumbled. "Nobody has said 'thy' in, like, three hundred years, Zoe. Get with the times."

"I fear the prophecy says you do need our help." Chiron admitted. "Campers and Hunters must cooperate."

"Or do they?" Mr. D used, swirling his Diet Coke under his nose like it had a fine bouquet. "One shall be lose. 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, but they could all tell that Thalia had scored a point.