[color=00aeef][b]~ SORA ~[/b][/color]

It had been three long years since he last stepped into Chiron's cabin-office: it was the last quest he had pairing up with Aria, and they got an unpleasant hearing (especially when Mr. D provoked the revenge demigoddess with fizzing Diet Cokes) - the quest was a success, but not without them leaving behind a trail of damage to both the places and beings alike (mostly due to Aria's impatience to get over it so that she could go join the Capture the Flag game against the Hunters of Artemis in the following month). A sideways glance at his bane partner made his heart sank: Aria showed no sign of nervousness; on the contrary, he swore he saw a glint of excitement in her dark eyes.

Chiron folded his stallion half into his enchanted wheelchair before he spoke to the four, "I'm sorry about that - it was rather unexpected - but I'm sure you have all heard the Oracle. This calls for a quest." He closed his eyes and let out a slow breath. "Never in my life have I heard such a perilous prophecy, not after the one about the child of the Big Three."

[color=ec008c]"But sir, where should we go to start our quest?"[/color] No surprise here that Aria had to be the first to ask a question.

"Hmm," the immortal centaur frowned, deep in thought. After a long silence, he finally replied, "The prophecy mentioned a song, so I suggest that you should seek Apollo for advice. The last time I hear that he's at the Rockies."

[color=00aeef][i]Right[/i][/color], Sora thought miserably. [color=00aeef][i]Let the suicide quest with these three demigods on the other side of America begin.[/i][/color]