Chapter 3 - Rule #12; Rachel Is Not Allowed To Recite Fake Doom Prophecies At People She Gets Mad At (GIVING THE ORACLE YOUR DESERT FOR A WEEK IS NOT GOING TO APPEASE A PROPHECY, GROVER!)

It was late at night, and everyone was sitting around the campfire eating dessert.

"I'm sorry Rachel, I didn't know that it was a piece of art!" Grove whined.

"How could you not know that it was art!? It was beautiful!" Rachel cried.

"Why are you so upset over garbage!?" Grover shouted.

The entire area went quiet as Grover slapped his hands over his mouth in terror. No body moved as Rachel got a dangerous look in her eyes.

Then, instead of doing what she normally does, aka, scream at the source of her anger until someone restrained her, but, instead, she turned around, and simply walked away.

As Rachel stomped off, back to her cave everybody gave each other terrified glances. Rachel never let go of a grudge.

Especially when it came to her art. She had made a sculpture out of reused materials. And Grover had eaten it. Now all of Camp was doomed. How fun.

No one knew what Rachel was planning, but no one dared disturb her in her cave, but it was clear she was up all night. All the lights had been on in the cave, and shouts of frustration could be heard late into the night.

The next morning Rachel sat at the head table and acted as if everything was normal. Finally Piper took one for the team, and cautiously approached the Oracle.

"H-hey, Rach, h-h-ow'd y-you sleep?" Piper asked, her stance indicating she was ready to bolt to her siblings table for protection at a moment's notice.

All of Aphrodite Cabin looked extremely concerned for Piper, even Drew, who after a few months stopped being such a bitch and befriended Piper.

(A/N; It's a long shot, I know, but I hate the idea of demigods disliking each other any more than a friendly rivalry, especially with all the wars they fight. They have enough enemies already, they don't need to hate each other! If you don't like that headcanon then you can just ignore it, it doesn't have much impact on the story. - dragon628)

"Oh, morning Pipes! I'm good, how are you?" Everyone took a second to blink several times, that was not what they had expected, not at all.

"I'm g-good? I guess?" Piper slowly backed away, what alternate universe had she tumbled into!? Rachel wasn't holding a grudge?!

Grover slinked over, and sat next to Rachel not saying a word. "Good morning, Grover!" Rachel cried with a smile.

"Uhhhhhhhh, g-good morning, Rachel?"

"What's on the agenda for t-" Rachel gasped, it honestly sounded kind of exasperate, but everyone held their breaths terrified not even noticing that her eyes didn't glaze over, and she wasn't as rigid as she normally was when she gave a prophecy.

"The Lord Of The Wild Shall Fall." Everyone screamed, and Grover paled.

"He Shall… Perish…

Yes, He Will Die

Unless The Oracle…"

Everyone held their breaths. UNLESS THE ORACLE, WHAT!? THEY HAD TO KNOW.

Rachel drew out the moment, taking her time to finish her prophecy.

"Gets Two Slices Of Cake For A Week."

And then Rachel fake collapsed trying not to laugh at the look on Grover's face.

"Cake?! Okay, I can get cake, I just don't want to die!" He ran to The Big House, probably to start baking a cake. He was too terrified to even realize how ridiculous that sounded.

"Seriously Rachel?! A fake prophecy!?" Will smacked his forehead.

"Fake prophecy? Will, what are you talking about? What just happened?" She asked innocently.

Annabeth sighed, and tried not to kill someone. "Is that what you were up all night putting together?"

Rachel dropped the act. "Maybe."

"HERE, I BROUGHT CAKE!" Grover shouted running out of The Big House. How did he make a cake that fast? He'd been gone all of 60 seconds!

"Grover, where did you get this?" Percy asked in a low voice.

"Mr. D's private fridge." Grover panted.

It was then they heard an angry god cry out in rage. It was then all the campers scrambled to get to their Cabins.

Grover hid with Percy in Cabin 3, and Annabeth dragged Rachel back to Cabin 6 with her siblings.

In just a matter of minutes when Mr. D made his way to the dining pavilion all that was left was an immortal Centaur writing a list, and a chocolate cake with a butter knife sitting next to it placed on a picnic table.

It was needless to say that the Camp was quiet for once all day, everyone hid under their bunks and willed that Mr. D didn't kill anyone.

They also hoped that Percy explained to Grover that he had been pranked, and that Annabeth convinced Rachel not to do that again.

This is madness.