Back at camp, I found my friends Saesha and Andrew lounging by the campfire. Saesha, the daughter of Aphrodite, was combing her brown hair while Andrew, the Son of Athena, was engrossed in a book, as usual. Andrew was aromantic, meaning he doesn't like to fall for anyone else, which didn't matter to anyone here; he was one of the smartest and bravest demigods I knew.

"Guys" I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "we need to talk."

They both looked up, sensing the urgency in my tone. I explained the prophecy, my voice trembling slightly as I recited the words. Saesha's eyes widened, and Andrew's brow furrowed in thought.

"We need to figure out what it means," Andrew said, closing his book. "Especially the part about the 'five flames' and the 'monstrous plan'."

"And the 'betrayal's kiss,'" Saesha said, shivering. "That sounds... ominous."

I nodded. "We need someone who knows more about the Underworld. Someone who can guide us."