Disclaimer: Since nothing's happened overnight that would mean otherwise, I still don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

When Rachel awoke the next morning, Naomi's bed was empty. The sound of running water told Rachel that she was in the shower. Pleased that she wouldn't have to talk to her, Rachel hurried into her own bathroom. When she reached the mirror, she nearly screamed in shock. Written across her forehead, in thick, black marker pen, was the word 'Loser'. Gritting her teeth, Rachel took out one of the make-up wipes that her mother had insisted she pack, and rubbed it across her forehead. It only partially worked- a faint black trace was still evident. At least it isn't so obvious now, thought Rachel. Maybe it'll look better after I shower. She threw the make-up wipe in the bin, and carried on getting ready for the day.

After she'd showered and dressed, Rachel headed back in to the main bedroom, where she found Naomi. Naomi seemed disappointed that she'd managed to remove most of the marker pen.

"Hello, Loser," Naomi sneered. Rachel ignored her. Naomi continued, "I said, HELLO, LOSER!"

"Who are you talking to?" asked Rachel. "It's certainly not me, because last time I checked, my name was Rachel."

"I told you not to talk back to me!" Naomi told her angrily.

"Yeah, and I'm paying about as much attention to that as I am to the rule about not insulting your looks," Rachel replied. "See you." She quickly left the room for the breakfast hall.

Breakfast was a similar affair to the previous day. Rachel quickly collected a bowl of Cornflakes and a slice of toast, and then went to sit by Emmy and Fiona before Naomi could appear.

"Morning!" Emmy greeted her.

"Morning," replied Rachel moodily.

"What's up, Rachel?" questioned Fiona.

"Just the part where I couldn't escape my dorm room without talking to Naomi."

"Aww, Rachel," consoled Emmy. "You know you shouldn't let her get to you."

"I know," agreed Rachel. "But when you wake up in the morning to find 'Loser' written across your face in marker pen, it really kills your good mood."

"What!?" demanded Fiona. "How could she do that to you?"

"I really don't know," said Rachel, shaking her head.

The lessons that morning were pretty similar to the previous day's lessons, except that Naomi was seeking her out actively to bully and humiliate. In English, she pinched Rachel's copy of Macbeth, so Mr Samuels yelled at her for not having her book, when in fact it wasn't her fault. At break, it took her almost all the available time to get her belongings from her locker because Naomi was impeding her progress. She then discovered that in her haste, she'd forgotten to bring her French exercise book, so she had to spend the whole of French working on paper, which would have to be copied up in the evening. Greek Mythology, which should have been heavenly, was more like hell. Naomi deliberately seated herself directly in front of Rachel, so she couldn't see what was being written on the board, and persisted in blocking Rachel from Miss Richardson's view, and in putting her own hand up whenever Rachel raised hers, so that Rachel was never asked to answer a question. Naomi also took Rachel's copy of the Iliad, so that she couldn't follow what was being read. By lunchtime, Rachel was thoroughly miserable. She headed straight to Emmy's dorm room, where she hoped she'd be safe from Naomi.

"Aww, Rachel," Emmy said when Rachel had explained what had happened. "How on earth are you going to stop this?" Rachel felt a familiar feeling stirring inside of her. Oh, no, she thought as she blanked out.

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Emmy was sitting on her bed at the start of lunch, when Rachel walked in, looking thoroughly distressed.

"What's the matter?" Emmy asked her. Rachel explained that Naomi had been plaguing her all morning. "Aww, Rachel," Emmy continued after she had finished explaining. "How on earth are you going to stop this?" Suddenly Rachel doubled over, as if in pain, and then stood up ramrod straight. When she spoke, it sounded really weird, like there was three of her.

"The seer will learn that it's not cool

To insult the uncrowned queen of school

But capture with a hidden eye

The truth behind the pretty lie.

The secrets that become exposed

Will cause the queen to be deposed.

When broken is her iron rule

Peace and love will fill the school."

After that strange outburst, Rachel collapsed again, and then returned to normal. Okay, thought Emmy. What the heck just happened?

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Rachel opened her eyes and found Emmy looking down at her, concern in her eyes.

"What was that, Rachel?" she asked warily.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Rachel told her. Apollo, help me, she thought desperately. "What exactly did I say?"

"What do you mean, you don't know what you said?"

"If I did, would I be asking you?" Rachel pointed out.

"Good point," said Emmy. "Something about a seer, and about truth bringing down a queen." Well, the seer's obviously me, thought Rachel. The queen is probably Naomi.

"Okay," she told Emmy. "You mustn't tell anyone about this, you know," she murmured. Emmy looked at her. "I mean it," insisted Rachel. "Please? For me."

"Well, okay," said Emmy doubtfully, "but if it happens again…"

"Just leave it, please," pleaded Rachel.

"I'm leaving it!" insisted Emmy. "I'm just concerned for you, that's all."

"Really, there's no need," Rachel assured her. "Now, how was your morning?" Emmy spent the next few minutes telling Rachel about the delicious pie she'd made in Home Ec, though she kept looking at her with concern. After that, they went to find Fiona so they could eat. Rachel really hoped that Emmy could forgive her for being strange. She really didn't want to lose one of her few normal friends.

A/N: I apologise if the prophecy is not very imaginative or not quite in the right style. I had to make it fit my intended plotline, you see….