Wow it's been a year since I've updated this... Well I was just looking through some old things and I realized I'd never completed this, so I decided to type of this last chapter of Rachel to put a closure on things. I'm still debating if I want to do an epilogue of sorts, I'll have to see. (I'm sorry if this isn't all that great and is extremely short, it's been forever since I've wrote fanfiction and I also rushed it)
Disclaimer: Insert witty comment saying that I am not Rick Riorden.
Rachel Elizabeth Dare
RED
The oracle
I hear them talking about me.
In voices too loud to be considered whispers
Yet in shushed tones that make in clear
I am not meant to hear
That's HER
The mortal
The monster
The freak
Ha, all these god lings running around and I'm the strange one
But of course this is never said to my face
They FEAR me
And I suppose they have a right to…
I could spout out a little prophecy foretelling their gruesome death at anytime
WEAK
I can't participate in capture the flag, or other camp activities
Because we can't have the poor itty bitty wittle mortal getting hurt now can we?
I am an outcast
Of course I have plenty of friends at camp, Percy, Chiron and Annabeth are always there for me.
But that does not change the barrier between us.
Because no matter what I like to think I will never truly belong here.
Oh my gods who else is extremely worried that Nico or Leo is going to die in The House of Hades?
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