I was leaning in the doorway of the Poseidon cabin, staring out at the various new cabins. It was really cool, with cabins for Iris, Nemesis, Hecate, Morpheus, Hades, and several other ones I didn't recognize. Annabeth was up at Olympus last time I checked, overseeing the rebuilding.

Thalia was with the Hunters again, on some grand adventure to who knows where. Nico was in the Underworld, bonding with his dad and trying to earn the relative approval of his stepmom. Not how I would spend my afternoon, but it's Nico we're talking about. He's probably into self-inflicted pain.

I heard the roar of the mortal crowd struggling against the magical borders. Idiots.

The Mist have been destroyed by the Titans, but the mortals were no less stupid. They were trying to get into Camp Half-Blood to see what we demigods were up to. They would even try and storm the Underworld, demanding the resurrection of their lost loved ones. I hoped sooner or later they'd realize things didn't work like that.

The gods occasionally came down to the UN to talk things out and keep the relative peace. Any demigod not within the camp's borders attracted a lot of monsters, and of course the mortals decided to label all half-bloods public menaces. Honestly the only thing that kept them from throwing us all in jail was the fact that there was no law against being half Olympian.

In an effort to calm things down, the mortals were told how their world was destroyed, and then how it was saved. Thus, me and my friends became the central targets for the media.

I heard someone near Thalia's tree call out my name. I sighed and walked over to whoever was calling me. I saw Luke desperately holding back the guard dragon, who was snapping and clawing at the crowd of mortals.

"Percy, please tell me you can get rid of these people," Luke begged.

I thought about it, and figured out a way to do it. But that didn't mean I couldn't mess with Luke at the same time. Instead of answering his plea, I turned and left.

"Percy?" he called. "Percy! Percy get back here! PERCY!"

I walked over to the creek and summoned all my strength. I lifted the entire creek and sent it flying toward the crowd (and Luke). The crowd was doused and they took off. But something told me they'd be back. It might've had something to do with a girl in the crowd screaming "I love you Percy!" Gods she's lucky Annabeth's not here.

"What did that girl just say?" I heard a familiar voice ask, angry.

"Annabeth!" I shouted, glad to see my girlfriend again.

She tackled me in a hug, which I returned. When we finally pulled apart, she smacked me in the arm.

"Why didn't you answer your phone?" she asked. "I tried to tell you I was coming back for a while, but you didn't pick up."

"Sorry, I was kinda busy with the mortals and the creek and the−"

"Oh save your excuses for the judges of the Underworld," another voice joked from behind me.

"Hey Nico," I greeted.

"Percy that water trick was so not funny," said a dripping wet Luke.

He saw the three of us standing together, and raised an eyebrow.

"Am I interrupting something?" he asked all of us.

"No," I said.

An explosion went off in the Hades cabin, and Travis ran out smoking. Luke started laughing, and Nico stared at Travis in anger.

"Crap, it went off too early!" Travis shouted.

Nico walked up to Travis, with us following closely behind waiting to see the fireworks. Nico was practically smoking himself he was so angry.

"Travis, what...exactly...went off too early?" Nico asked.

Travis studied his shoes carefully as he answered. "It's best you don't know."

Nico would've punched Travis in the face, but Rachel came up to us all peppy and happy. That immediately drained Nico of most of his energy, and saved Travis's life.

"Hey Rachel," I greeted.

"What's up?" Annabeth asked.

"Oh noth−"

Rachel's eyes glazed over with a green mist. When she spoke, her voice was tripled, like three Rachel's talking at once:

Seven half-bloods shall answer the call

To storm or fire the world could fall

An oath to keep with a final breath

And foes bear arms to the doors of Death.

"−ing," Rachel finished, as if she'd never even said a prophecy that scared the living daylights out of me.

"Uh, Rachel..." I started.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"Never mind," I said.

I decided to put it out of my mind and save those problems for another day. I mean, it couldn't be that bad.