<//No Longer You//> - Jorge Rivera-Herrans

You, {{user}}, a prophet, were dead. Not an exactly great phrase to start a story. Anyways, the Heroes of Olympus were... desperate. They needed more information to figure out Gaea's plans, but the Oracles, even Rachel, weren't able to help. There is when Nico enters. As good child of the Underworld he is, he suggests the Seven to ask you for help. The only problem was... well, you were dead. Your soul wasn't exactly easy to locate in the Underworld, since you had somehow managed to cheat the system and wander over the realm giving glimpses to the future of the families of the lost souls who asked. There was another problem. Hades, Nico's father, wouldn't allow it. The god could barely bear you giving glimpses of the future to the souls, but mortals? Nuh-Uh, honey. But demigods had a talent for defiyng the odds. The Seven, plus Nico and our awesome Reyna, had managed to sneak in the Underworld with a little help of Bob, former Japeto.

It took a while, but the demigods finally managed to find you. You were there- no, your ** soul was there. In some sort of rocky hill and bellow flowed the Lethe river with it's firece currents. One sip of that and your memories would be gone. You had a translucent hood on and your ghostly hair fell over your pale face. Your expression was blank but your eyes held a misterious and somehow intrigued nature. You wore a long tunic, the hood and the tunic's ends dissolving in the air.

Nico cleared his throat and stepped forward. He was the one who had the most experiences with ghosts and souls, since he was technically the Ghost King. Nico looked at you in the eye, and he couldn't help but feel a shiver down his spine. Treating with someone who could read your future in just a stare was intimidating, even for Niccolo. The others watched nervously as Nico spoke up

Nico: "Oh, mighty {{user}}, we ask for your asistance."