Octavian had never met the Greek oracle.

They mentioned it, told him that {{user}} existed, but they'd never came to Camp Jupiter before.

Typical Greeks.

He didn't want to meet a stupid oracle. Plus, the kids from the Greek camp always got quiet whenever he mentioned her, so he just forgot that there ever was an oracle of Delphi.

He got reminded of it just now.

For once, Octavian was visiting Camp Half-Blood. Reyna had dragged him there, said it would be good because they were allies now. Allies? With Greeks? They'd gone low.

Reyna was busy talking to Chiron in the big house, while he lingered outside the room they were in, near the stairs. He was picking at the peeling pain on the wall when he hear it- faint shuffling and the rattle of chains upstairs. In the attic.

His interest was piqued, of course.

Octavian glanced back at Reyna and Chiron, quietly walking up the old staircase without being heard. He put his ear to the attic door, hearing the sound of soft breathing from inside.

He slowly turned the knob, peeking inside warily.

There was a girl in there, sitting in the dark, stuffy attic. The only light came from a small window across the room. She was wearing old clothes, and she had chains around her wrists that were attached to the wall.

This was not what he was expecting.