Another Child of Hades?

Telling the Camp

After we ate dinner, we all sat around the campfire, waiting for Chiron. He was gonna tell the camp about the prophecy. We saw Chiron walk up, and all the talking ceased, curious about the prophecy.
'Crystal, please come here.' Chiron says. As I walk up, I hear groans, 'why her, she just got here?' I heard many campers complain, knowing what was happening.
'Crystal has been given a prophecy, that is very important. Please repeat the prophecy.'
'The one of the big three shall strick him down.
The pit, with the help of the ghost king and the sea heir.
Against many you shall defeat,
To see the pit in eternal sleep.'
I already hear the gasps, as many have figured out what this means.
I think a few have passed out.
'Whose the one of the big three?' Asks a camper.
'I am.' I reply.
'How, your a child of Hades, not of all the big three.'
'Let me reintroduce my self. 'I am Crystal Rotoli, daughter of Hades, blessed by Posideon and Zeus, 3 time survivor of the Tartarus, defeater of the Minotaur, defeater of the furies, and many more monsters I dot want to name.'
Everyone stares at me. As everything sinks in. 'And I sort of died.' I add to the end. 'How old are you?'
'73' I respond.
People start asking a ton of questions, and it starts to get very personal.
'That's enough!' I shout. Everyone stares at me in shock. Guess they didn't know I have that voice that gets everyone to listen.
'Who is the sea heir?'asks Leo
'I've come to the conclusion of Percy.' I reply, much of the Athena cabin nodding in agreement.
'The prophecy includes, Nico di Angelo, Percy Jackson, and Crystal Rotoli, against the pit, aka Tartarus, and they will defeat many enemies in their way.' Sums up Chiron.
'Can we enjoy what is left of the campfire now?' Asks a camper.
'Yes, have fun.' He states.
I walk to my cabin, not being a fan of groups, or public events, and read one of my books, that are in Italian, on my bed.
'What ya reading?' Asks Nico, as he walks in.
'Camp fire over?' I ask.
'Yea, now, what ya reading?'
'The Decameron, in italian.'
'I thought you were italian, the last name gives it away.' He tells me.
'Let's get to know each other, ok?' I ask.
'Sure.' He responds.