A/N: this is my first Fanfiction story and I am new to the software, but I have read a lot of other persons story's. So I hope you enjoy! This chapter is during Capture the Flag in TTC.

I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

Percy POV

"Percy!" Chiron pleaded.

I was about to hurl it at Thalia when I saw something in the woods. I saw three old lady's, the same ones I saw when the bus broke down before I came to Camp[page 25-26 TLT]. Only this time they had sea-green yarn instead of electric-blue yarn. They gave me a small sweet fake smile and sniped the yarn.

I lost my anger and concentration as the icy water fell back into the creek bed. Then I saw some one, no something approaching through the woods shrouded with green mist. Thalia was so shocked she looked to see what I was staring at, every one gasped.

Yes, it was the old withered mummy of the Oracle. Its voice hissed in every ones head. I am the spirit of Delphi, the voice said. Speaker of the prophecies of Phoebus Apollo, slayer of the mighty Python. The Oracle gave me a ghost of a grin like it knew something about me. Then it turned to Zoe and said, "Approach seeker and ask."

"What must I do to help my goddess?" Zoe said.

The mummy's mouth opened and green mist bellowed out and the Oracle spoke:

Five shall go west to the goddess in chains,

One shall be lost in the land without rain,

The bane of Olympus shows the trail,

Campers and Hunters combined to prevail,

And one will fall to a fatal flaw.

And with that the mummy sat still and the mist disappeared.

A/N: I hope you like it, so remember to review. Constructive criticism is appreciated. The story continues like the Titans Curse. Until next time! (P.S. Let me know if I spelled anything wrong.)