Hello my lovelies! How are you? Guess what? What, you ask? I shall tell you! This chapter is dedicated to the wonderful Seph Meadowes for, not only being the first to review, but for all of her lovely reviews in general. Check out her stories. They're brilliant.
Now, I had a lot of trouble thinking of something starting with 'K'. It was even easier to find something starting with 'X', but that's another story. And then, once I thought up the word, I thought: What the hell can I write about this? And so this chapter was born. Oh, and people keep telling me that my chapters are short. Sorry! I have two excuses- A) I lose my inspiration after about a page and a half, except with some lucky stories and chapters, and B) It looks longer on Word! I swear! Oh, and in this one Rachel did NOT become the Oracle. She just continued to hang with Percy and people.

CHAPTER WARNING: Rated almost-M for almost-rape and language. Small kiddies don't read!

Enjoy!

There was no such thing as knights in shining armour. Rachel knew that. She knew that no man was going to ride up on a horse and sweep her off her feet. Rachel knew that, because she was a rational human being.

But then, she used to think that the gods weren't real, but look at her now. Best friends with demigods and having the occasional chat with an immortal horse-man.

But still. Rachel wasn't looking for the perfect man because she knew he didn't exist.
Then she met Apollo. At first it was nothing. Sure, she thought he was attractive, but what girl didn't? He was as hot as the sun (pun very much intended) and everyone knew it.
Then one day, when Rachel was seventeen, Apollo started flirting with her. She told herself that it was nothing, that he flirted with every girl.
But he continued to flirt, even though he didn't see her much, and Percy started getting worried.
"Don't let him do anything, Rachel. You know he's bad news." he would say.

Rachel had shaken her head and asked him if she looked stupid.

Rachel's life went on and she decided to go to Australia to stay with a friend for a few months. Her friend, Carrie, happily opened her doors to the now- twenty-one year old redhead. It was nice to have a change of scenery, though Rachel would never admit she kind of missed Apollo's unnecessary visits and annoying flirtatiousness.
One night, about a month after Rachel had gone to Australia, she was walking the streets of Brisbane when a strong arm wrapped around her neck and a large hand covered her mouth, muffling her screams. "Don't scream or I will kill you right now." a man breathed in her ear, making her cringe at his horrible breath. Rachel, left with no other choice (because celestial bronze would not harm mortals, and her dagger was made of just that), stopped struggling and let the man drag her to a deserted nearby park. She scolded herself for being so stupid as to walk around at night.
The man pushed Rachel up against a tree and wrapped a dirty piece of cloth around her mouth, gagging her. His hands moved to her chest and he laughed as he groped her. Rachel couldn't see his face. He had a black balaclava. She squirmed as he started unbuttoning her shirt, and she kneed him between the legs. He stumbled back and just as Rachel had ripped off her gag, he lunged at her, his meaty hand closing around her throat and pinning her up against the tree again.
"You little whore! You're going to pay for that." Using one hand to continue choking her, he moved his remaining hand down, and started undoing her pants. She squirmed again as his fingers pressed against her through her undies, and felt she would vomit. "Fuck you." she choked out. The man just laughed and had started taking off her underwear when there was a loud thunking noise and the man fell down, unconscious. Rachel fell down and looked up to see Apollo holding a cricket bat. He came over to her and placed his hands on her forehead, and she instantly felt better, but nowhere near fine. "Rachel, are you okay?" he asked worriedly as she got up and put her clothes back on. She nodded. "Thank you so much, Apollo." she said gratefully. He looked at her with a weird look in his eyes.
"I couldn't let him do that to you." he said seriously. Rachel nodded again and sat down on a park bench, putting her head between her legs. When she felt less dizzy and confused, she looked at the man who had tried to rape her. Getting up, she walked over to him and kicked him several times, as hard as she could, between his legs. Apollo looked at her with approval and the man with disgust. "That bastard is going straight to Hades underwear when he dies." the god told her, before coming over and putting his arm around her shoulder. "Come on," Apollo said. "I'll help you get home."

Well, it wasn't exactly a dragon he had saved her from, and he wasn't exactly a knight, but Apollo came pretty damn close in her opinion.

Eh. It wasn't very good. And it was a pretty crap chapter to be dedicated to. But meh.
Muchly love to my wonderful reviewers!