It's a nice cave. It was in the side of the hill. Swords and bones scattered the ground. It didn't bother me. It felt kind of homey. I picked up a sword. Nice. Bronze on one side, steel on the other. It was about four feet long. I remembered something I heard about this place once 'All the swords and bones are from the dead people of important prophecies'. I couldn't remember where I heard it, but I knew this sword was important. Then I saw an emblem. A scythe . I realized why the sword was important. It was Luke's sword. Then it was Kronos' scythe. It must have turned back into a sword when Kronos was sent back to Tartarus. I stared at it. I hadn't seen the blade up close before. Now it seemed wicked. Like I was staring at the heart of all evil. The era of it was getting to me. Then I calmed myself down. I thought this blade's history was over. That it would no longer play a part in the killing of demigods. That it wouldn't hurt anyone again, because it would just lay here in this yard with a hundred others. I thought about that for a few minutes. I was almost sure of it. But something told me I was wrong. I was hesitant to set the sword down, but I did.
I went into the cave, and briskly brushed past the velvet, snake embroidered curtains. There she was. She was painting. The canvas was turned toward the other side of the wall, so she wasn't looking directly at the entrance, but I could see her face well enough in the afternoon light. Her jeans said a bunch of weird stuff. I could see little hearts, quotes, RACHEL spelled in big bubble letters colored in orange, and a bunch of random stuff like that. She was wearing a Camp Half-Blood shirt, and a purple head scarf, like they did in the 70's. I wasn't sure, but I thought she might have adopted the style from the old oracle, because she was from around that time. Even though she was two years older than me, I was taller by a couple of inches. And way stronger. She looked peaceful, and it seemed wrong to disturb her.
"Tell my fortune?" I asked. She jumped. She closed her eyes and turned towards me. She opened her mouth like she was going to say something, and her eyes followed its example. Then her eyes got wide.
"No!" She yelled at me
"What'd I do?"
"I've seen you're future." I was stunned.
"Wait, seriously?"
"Well, parts of it. It's not good. And you really shouldn't-never mind"
"What?"
"A host to the Oracle shouldn't reveal what the Oracle won't. It would completely change the course of history."
"Uuugh."
"Just do what you feel you should do."
"Rachel, tell me what's going on."
"No."
She was completely set on not telling me. But that's okay. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve.