You're born with tattoos that change and/or move according to things that happen in your soulmates life

Summary: Rachel had always wondered what her soulmate does to make her have some weird images on her arm.

My submission for the October 7-21st prompts for the Camp Half-Blood Fourms

14-year-old Rachel Elizabeth Dare watched as her soulmate tattoo changed to a boy dancing around with a girl, she sighed in awe, if only that girl was her.

She hadn't been really interested in soulmate tattoos until hers had appeared on her 12th birthday. Usually, when she watched other people's tattoo they didn't really seem very interesting, but her soulmate's life was different.

You see, most people were born with tattoos of things happening in their soulmate's life, but there were special people who receive their tattoos much later in life, like her, and few more who don't have a soulmate at all.

She blushed as the boy in the tattoo winked at her as he continued to dance with the mysterious girl, the boy's moves syncing with his partner.

Rachel gasped as the girl had fallen off a cliff, the boy's face was in fear as he called out for the girl. The red-headed girl's eyes widened as she could hear him calling out 'Annabeth!' very faintly, his voice felt like a wave of calmness fell over her.

But it couldn't be real, you don't just hear your tattoo speak, the tattoos were silent! Unless her soulmate really did have a weird life.

"Mrs. Dare, it's time to go." Her dad's assistant was at the door, Rachel nodded getting up. She followed the woman into the limo where her parents sat.

Rachel slid in still thinking about the girl who had fallen off the cliff, who was that girl? Thinking about how her soulmate could have another soulmate, she felt a wave of sadness wash over her. What if they weren't meant to be? What if he loves the other girl, not Rachel?

She felt a tear escape her eye as the limo began to move. She had waited most of her life for her soulmate, only to find out if they're not meant to be.

She didn't look at her tattoo until she was sat down at The Hoover Dam, where her parents had work to do there. Rachel lifted her sleeve up only to reveal her soulmate holding onto one of those Mythomagic card figurines, she tilted her head, it was Hades.

Her tattoo changed to skeletons chasing the boy around, what WAS her soulmate doing! People don't just get chased around by skeletons! Unless it had something to do on how she kept seeing monsters and abnormal things…

She took out a Kleenex to blow her nose when suddenly she saw a black haired boy slash a sword at her, that went right through her.

Rachel yelped and dropped her Kleenex, wide-eyed at the boy. "Oh my god! Do you always kill people when they blow their nose?!"

Rachel thought he was going to apologize and explain to her why his sword just passed through her like she was nothing, instead she got: "You're mortal!"

"What's that supposed to mean? Of course, I'm mortal! How did you get that sword past security?" Was this boy crazy!? Should she call security?

"Percy—" The sea-green eyed boy had started to say, before bolting when he saw the skeletons turn around. "Gotta go!"

"What kind of name is Percy Gotta-go?" Rachel had yelled after him, then she realized something she should've realized sooner, those skeletons looked just like the ones from her tattoo, so was the boy.

The boy- no- Percy was her soulmate.

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