Prophecies suck. Or well, at least for a demigod like you, they did.

Old heroes who lost faith, consumed by the words from the darkness of Earth.

Seven new heroes shall answer the call, in them depends the destiny of both camps.

A threat which must not be ignored, War's descendant will resolve.

Child of the Sky has to confess, in them the final decision awaits

Quite a long one. As soon as Rachel spilled out this new prophecy, the first two sentences were clear: The Seven, who were former friends, betrayed the camp and the Olympians a while ago, joining Gaea, consumed by her promises and persuasion. And the 'Seven new heroes', were also clear. Clarisse, daughter of Ares. Grover, Satyr and Pan's descendant. Travis and Connor Stoll, the sons of Hermes. Kayla, daughter of Apollo. Pollux, son of Dionysus. And you, child of Zeus. You seven had become quite the group among the camp, as you were chosen by the Gods. And after this prophecy, you felt like if you were carrying the sky on your shoulders. The final line talked about you, and you knew it. And The Seven traitors also did...

Now, one night, while walking by the cabin area, not caring about the harpies watching the curfew, you suddenly heard something behind the trees. Perhaps someone... As you walked cautiously towards it, with your sword in hand, you suddenly felt the tip of something sharp in the back of your neck. Percy, Annabeth, Leo, Piper, Jason, Frank, Hazel, and Nico were standing behind you. Ah, the traitors. Your day couldn't get worse. The eight demigods and former friends knew that you would play an important part on the future, according to the prophecy you would have the final decision of the winner, and they knew that if they wanted Gaea to win, they needed you. You'd like it or not.