So, this is something I'm doing. I hope you like it,
Rachel Dare sat in her cave alone. She seemed to spend a lot of time there. Ever since Apollo's godhood had been restored, things were quiet. Boringly quiet. Six years had passed since then. There were no great prophecies. No pantheons made bothered us. Outside of the Romans, a few Norse demigods, and local Egyptian magicians, the entire seemed oblivious. No Titans rose up. At least none with the intent to attack Olympus. They instead wanted recognition and representation of their own demigod children.
There had also been no word from Percy and Annabeth that wasn't simply to check up. They finally got married and now have a child of their own as do the other surviving half-bloods. More and more demigods showed up as years went by. However, no prophecy ever came. Not just great prophecies, but prophecies in general. All of the oracles were silent. It was almost eerie.
She looked at the walls covered in white paint. How long had they been blank? Three years? Four? It made her depressed thinking about it. Strewed about the floor were wrappers from candy bars, an overturned stool that looked like a leg might come off if not for enchantments, and Rachel's personal items from mementos to hygiene products. On a nearby table sat her art supplies. She felt tempted to use them for the sake of using them. Rachel walked over to grab a brush at random and her vision was clouded by green smoke.
After so long without anything from the gods to help show the future, Rachel felt a surge of euphoria. She wanted to run to Chiron. But she couldn't. She was but a minor presence in the back of her head. The Oracle of Delphi was in control now.
Throughout the Oracle's possession, Rachel was all but blinded. She could feel her hand moving, but she had no clue what she was drawing. She only saw green. No visions came to her. She didn't utter a word of prophecy. She just painted.
After a while, Rachel's vision returned. She somehow circled the entire cave without noticing her feet moving. On the walls were images of monsters she had never seen, words in Greek, Latin, English, and others unfamiliar to her. Then there were human faces. Six in total. Every single one was a stranger of a different age and if appearances could be judged nationality as well.
Suddenly Festus roared and Rachel ran from her cave to see the cabin counselors all running for the entrance. Clearly things were getting dangerous for once. After having gone through one rare and long-awaited event, it only seemed natural that Rachel run to check out another. Not being a fighter, she stayed on the sidelines.
Even if she did try to help, it would have been pointless. Metal dragons tend to make things a bit too easy. In the end, it turned out that it was just another demigod who happened to get into trouble on the way to camp. The child, unconscious from their injuries was carried to the Big House to be treated.
Rachel immediately remember Chiron and ran to find him. It didn't take long. He was on the Big House porch drinking pink lemonade with Mr. D. They would usually be playing card games of some sort, but apparently this wasn't one of those days. The centaur looked at the Oracle who was out of breath from her run and immediately got a hopeful look. She wouldn't be in a rush for nothing.
Chiron smiled as Rachel told her of her experience in the cave and exclaimed, "Well, it makes no sense, but it looks like we may finally have something to do. The campers will be thrilled. Although the timing is interesting. If this is like past experiences, the young girl who was just brought in is connected."
Rachel thought the same. Given how the gods like to give signs of things to come right as those things start to come, it would only make sense. "Can I see her then?"
Chiron nodded and led her to the infirmary. The Oracle was almost giddy as she stepped in. On the nearest bed was a fair-skinned girl of about thirteen. There were cuts from her scuffle with whatever it was that attacked her and she was covered in dirt, but the frizzy red hair which almost matched Rachel's, the freckles, and the glasses on the bedside dresser all but confirmed it. This was one of the people Rachel had drawn in her cave.
"Alright," Rachel mused to herself. "Let's find out why you were shown to me." And for the first time in a while, Rachel and the rest of Camp Half-Blood had genuine excitement as news of her visions and the new demigod spread.
That's it for his first chapter. From here on out, it will be strictly main character POV. Just think of this as a prologue. I started with something familiar, so expect something new and unheard of next time.