Hermes stamped his foot on the roof of the Big House. Chiron sighed. "Where is she?" He demanded Chiron, his winged feet carrying him over to the centaur. Chiron shrugged. "Be patient, Lord Hermes. Emmeline knows we are expecting her. She has a . . . " Chiron bit his lip. "May we even call it a quest, Lord? With all due respect, it seems as if you are expecting them to run an errand . . ."
Hermes glared at Chiron. "Chaos, no! This package much be delivered by demigods. They're giving it. . . to a being that doesn't normally get mail," He smirked evilly, at the insult to his most hated enemy. "If I showed up, she would attack me." He said.
Chiron sighed. Rachel Elizabeth Dare, almost seventy years old and still alive, was waiting in the Big House for Emmeline, to give her her prophecy.