[indent][b]Elizabeth Berezi Sendoa[/b][/indent]
Chiron didn't rush to where the fire was burning to give his address, he took his time making his way through the crowd. Stopping to talk to cabin leaders who needed assistance or guidance. Elizabeth had barely noticed the centaur though, her gaze was set on the redhead that sat on the log closest to the fire. Rachel Dare, the camp oracle. During the entire time Elizabeth had been at camp Rachel had never revealed a prophecy. Older campers told her that she had before, but all seemed peaceful across the globe. The Gods were getting along, there didn't seem to be any disturbances. As she watched Rachel talk to another camper Elizabeth didn't notice Kate talking to her. The brunette was elbowed in the gut by the impatient daughter of Ares. "[b]Are you even listening to me?[/b]" The very blonde Kate asked, crossing her arms with a scowl on her face. "[b]I am now.[/b]" Elizabeth groaned in response, rubbing her stomach to ease the now sore area. "[b]We're sneaking out to the beach later tonight.[/b]" Kate said with a smile. "[b]Wanna come?[/b]" One of Kate's brothers overheard what she had offered and he gave his sister an incredulous look. "[b]Kate![/b]" He exclaimed. "[b]You can't tell her, she's a cabin leader.[/b]" Elizabeth glared at the guy, he wasn't trying to be rude, he just didn't want to get into trouble. "[b]I'm the [i]only[/i] camper in my cabin genius, I'm only the leader because there was no one else for the job. And yes I would love to--[/b]" Elizabeth was interrupted by a girl yelling 'Rachel!' at the top of her lungs. Elizabeth stood to see what had happened. Rachel still sat where she was before, except now she was deathly pale and gasping for breath. There were others around her, children of Apollo, seeing if they could help. Elizabeth was about to say something to Kate when Rachel stood, quite suddenly, her eyes glowing a dark green. She spoke, her voice not sounding like her own, and unveiled the prophecy:

"[i]To the city of dreams the heroes are called
To fight the forces that have been enthralled.
Allies united at a crucial hour
To save the Gods that were stripped of power.
If the battle is lost at dawn, the Heroes
Shall fall to the craft of the Dark One's pawn
Casting Olympus into endless winter
On the darkest night of Cruel December.[/i]"

Just after Rachel had finished she sat down as suddenly as she had stood, looking exhausted. Her eyes no longer held the eerie green as they had when she foretold their future. Everyone was silent as Chiron spoke to Rachel, presumably asking about how she was feeling. No one spoke about the thing that was on everyone's minds: who were the four demi-gods that were mentioned in the prophecy? As Elizabeth watched Rachel a breeze ruffled her hair. She ignored the wind that hadn't touched anyone else and continued spectating, curious as to what would happen next.
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[indent][b]Michael Alexander Malleum[/b][/indent]
When Chiron had started to make his way through the crowd Michael had immediately shot up from his seat, trying to make his way to talk to the centaur. However, there were others that needed to talk to him as well. Michael waited patiently to talk with Chiron, but his patience hadn't paid off. There were too many people already in front of him, it wasn't as if there was a line though. Just as he was about to talk to the centaur something grabbed Chiron's attention. He followed the stares of everyone in the crowd to the leaping fire, well not the fire but the person who was closest to it. He didn't recognise the girl immediately, it took Michael a moment to attach a name to her face. But, by the time he had remembered who she was, his mouth had already dropped open from the prophecy she had revealed. Michael looked over at Chiron, but he was already at Rachel's side, helping her. He could see how pale she looked, being the oracle must take a lot of energy out of her. 

After a few minutes of silence someone finally called out what everyone was thinking, "[b]Well, who is it?[/b]" Michael looked for the source, but they were on the other side of the crowd. "[b]I volunteer![/b]" Someone stepped forward. Chiron had an odd look on his face. "[b]No, we don't need any of that now.[/b]" The centaur started. "[b]We are going to have a meeting on the prophecy and what it means for the camp tomorrow. There will be no further talk of volunt--[/b]" He was cut short by the fire. It had roared up violently, suddenly doubling its size in a matter of seconds. A question formed on Michael's lips, but there was no one for him to ask. He went to go back to where his siblings sat when something violently pushed him from behind. He tripped over a log and landed on a guy that looked about the same age as himself. Michael regained himself quickly and jumped onto his feet, holding out a hand to help the guy up. "[b]I'm sorry, I don't know what-[/b]" Michael had started to say when whatever had pushed him before pushed him again. This time he reached the center of the circle. There was about a five foot gap between the encircling logs and the fire, Michael was about a foot away from the roaring flames. The intense heat didn't bother him like it would a normal person. Michael stood again, looking behind him to see who had been pushing him. There was no one there. "[b]How?[/b]" He started to question when he was given one quick, final push into the fire. Michael gave a yelp and covered his face. 

It took him a moment to realize that the flames had parted around him. Wherever he stood the flames reached away from him, not harming him in the slightest. Michael felt like an idiot. His father had pushed him into the fire, this he was sure of. But why? To make a point of something? Then Michael felt like an even bigger idiot. Hephaestus wanted Michael to go on the quest, and this was his polite way of saying so. Michael emerged from the flames, making a few people gasp when they saw that he was unscathed. "[b]Are you okay?[/b]" Someone asked. Michael nodded, in a daze. He sat down on the log that he was closest to, which also happened to be the log that held Rachel Dare. She didn't look up at him, only wrapped her arms tighter around herself, her stare fixated on the ground. "[b]I think that was your father's way of saying you should go on the quest.[/b]" Chiron told Michael, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Michael nodded and looked around at all of the staring faces, wondering who the other three were.