Styx laughed slightly at the method of how he was chosen. "Aw, so many poor demi-gods are going to die." he chuckled again to himself before looking to Chiron.
"I'll call upon my brother. If there are any more Posiedon children in camp, tell them to use the fountain to locate Percy." Smiling, he handed over a few dramcha. "Tell them to ask Iris real sweet like, alright? I have to go to the Underworld."
Turning to Lydia, he took hold of one of her hands, gently kissing it. "I'll be back before the sunrises. Please keep safe." Flashing that charming smile, Styx ran into the middle of the strawberry field. He closed his eyes and in a dark purple light, he went full god-mode, then disapeared. All around where he was standing, the strawberries looked so ripe they seemed they would burst.

In the Underworld, Styx wandered down the halls, making sure to keep out of the way. If he were to cause trouble now, there would be no way he would be leaving by the time he had promised. The emerald and golden blonde haired male quickly found his half brother.
"Nico, we have to hurry up. Lydia has chosen you to be apart of this prophecy."

Lydia counted out the people on her fingers. "Five so far, we need one more person." Lydia couldn't help but wonder if Styx was off his rocker, one minute he as fine, the next he was mad like hell then all good to go again right after that. She found it rather odd but was happy he was in a good mood again.
"We could always just take the next person we see." She crossed her arms in thought then nodded almost like she was agreeing with her own idea in some way.
She turned on her heel to look back at camp, no one could be see from where she was standing. She ran as quicky as was possible for her into the dead center of the camp, when she came back out she was nearly dragging a boy behind her. "I found number seven!!!" He was looking confused needless to say.

Taking a deep breath he shook his head, opening his emerald eyes after wards. "Okay. So we have to who are good at battling. Then the Athenian. I want Percy and Nico to come along as well. They are still considered demi-gods after all. Wait, maybe not Percy. He thinks he's so great and can good anything." The god rolled his eye. "But I do like his personality and I would trust Lydia in his arms. We'll count them in too. How many more do we need?"

"I was just saying if only seven half-bloods are supposed to go then I was only going to need to pick like six if I had to go too... well, I thought..." Lydia's voice faded out in the end while she pulled away from Styx, not really sure if he was gonna get mad enough to leave again. If so she didn't want to be touching him, if seeing a god leave meant disinegration she could only wonder what being in the same vicinity meant.
Her mind was at a stand still, who else could or even would come along with them... She had three of them down, Jen, Jeremy, and Matty, the athena Demi-god that had come to mind.

"Of course you have to go. I only said seven, because I am one of your chooses." He grinned, but it fail when Chiron glared at him.
"Fine, I'm not an official choice, but I'm still coming along. I'm apart of this and i my Father is just going to sit back and allow himself to be framed again, then I will do something!" Styx shouted, glaringangrilly at Chiron.

If it wasn't obvious by then, it would be obvious now. Styx had a problem with controlling his anger. He let it rise too quickly and it became a problem a lot of the time.

It was true she felt a bit better after taking the drink but it was still too weird.
"If I pick out seven does that mean I do not have to go myself?" Lydia kind of liked that idea but figured no one would go for it. She was going to have to be one of the unlucky seven. She had only been hear a day and a half tops and nw she had to pick out a group to come on some type of epic adventure with her. She sighed heavily.
"Chiron, do you have any sugguestions? I don't really know too much of anyone..."
The half horse man smiled lightly. "Well, do you have anyone you trust or maybe someone you know is skilled at something?" He was not the one to choose she had to do it though he could try to push her in the right direction.
"Well... I lack fighting skills so maybe we should find someone along those lines." All the thinking was making Lydia tired. "Jennifer and Jeremy were good in the battle department from what I saw at practice... Then we need someone from the Athena cabin to help out with stratagy and such."

"Eh, what's wrong?" Styx looked to the cup and held it to hs lips, taking a swig that would have killed any mortal and probably put ademi-god into a coma. The golden nectar tasted like cheese cake, something he hadn't had in ages. He brought the cup from his lips and perked a brow at the girl. "There is nothing wrong with the nectar, but if that little bit made ou feel better, then kudos." Smiling he took hold of her arm and lead her from the Big House, Chiron following close behind them.

"Now, it's time for the selection process! You have to pick seven of these little demi-gods and we will be on our where!" He grinned and looked out across the feilds of strawberries.

"Eh? you mean I didn't have to do that?" It was almost whiny when she said it and her face was near devistated. Turning over to look at Styx, Lydia frowned, why did he need her to be rushed into this so fast. She took the odd golden drink from the god and took a tiny taste from the cup. The taste was similar to that of white chocolate cupcakes, which was weird but just strange as a liquid. She handed it back quickly and stared at it like it had biten her.

Styx came into the room, a clear cup with golden liquid in his hand. He placed it on the small side-table that was near the chair and took a seat on the couch.
"Just take a small sip, if you take too much it could make you insane or just kill you." He gave a smile, Chiron clopping his way over.
"I'm sorry we forced you to see the prophecy before what was needed, but it seems a certain God is very impatient." He cast a glance to the male and Styx just smiled back.

The God knew what he was doing was wrong. He was surprised he had made it this far without another God trying to stop or kill him. He just figured his luck was very high. And he highly belived he was part of the prophecy. He just had to be, it was his calling after all.