"Not all the time," she said. "But there are visions, images, words in my mind.

When someone asks me a question, I ... Oh no — "

 

"It's starting," Apollo announced.

 

Rachel doubled over like someone had punched her. Then she stood up straight and

her eyes glowed serpent green.

 

When she spoke, her voice sounded tripled — like three Rachels were talking at

once:

 

"Seven half-bloods shall answer the call.

 

To storm or fire, the world must fall.

 

An oath to keep with a final breath,

 

And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death. "

 

At the last word, Rachel collapsed. Nico and I caught her and helped her to the

porch. Her skin was feverish.

 

"I'm all right," she said, her voice returning to normal.