I sit down in front of him. Annabeth nods at me. She puts her hand on my shoulder. I look back at him.

"Milk?" He offers me.

"Uh, no thanks." I say.

He shrugs and chugs it. He sets the class down next to an empty plate. Grover how many did you eat? I look at him and he had crumbs all over his goatee. I roll my eyes. 

"Give me your hands Perceus Jackson." He says.

I nod. I give them to him. His hands feel old and wrinkled. Like wrinkly wrapper off of a present. They also feel warm like putting your hands near a fire. I'm fairly sure this Oracle is Santa Clause in disguise. 

"Oh... I see great conflict from you." He mutters.

"Okay...?" I shrug.

"I see... disease... transformation" He mutters.

I look up at him. What? He seems my cancer? Do I even have cancer? He grips my hand. I start feeling hotter like more in the oven. More in the fire.

"I see fire. I see her." He mutters.

"Who's her?" I ask.

"She wants you. She... she..." He starts.

I look down and I see the scales growing back on my hands. No... I rip them back to my center. Then fire erupts from my hands. It erupted like a volcano. It's a ball of swirling fire. Blasting me and the old man into different parts of the room. Ow. 

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I slowly wake up. I feel something trickling down my ear. Blood. I slowly sit up. Whoa. I might've trashed this place. The shelves were broken. The roof was destroyed and burned. Everything looks like a cheap barbecue that went out of control. Annabeth runs over and helps me up.

"Thanks." I say.

"My dear boy, you are in so much danger. You must run." He says.

"Run? To where? To who?" I ask.

"She is coming for you. They are all coming for you." He says.