Based on "The Battle of Labyrinth." I own nothing with Percy Jackson or anything related to.
For years, she had lived with her secret.
The secret when she saw a man with four arms and one eye walk along the street; or when she saw a woman with the body of a lion.
When she was younger, she thought that everyone had seen the world that way, but when mentioning a man with pure black wings to her friend, Emmeline, all Rachel got was a blank, odd look.
She had learned to finally shut up however, when on a field trip, she told her teacher about the girl in the sea, with a fish tail.
Her teacher's feature had wrinkled with concern, and she asked if Rachel was all right.
Rachel just gave an uneasy laugh and said she was, and that she had been kidding.
She had done research on what she saw, growing up, and had come to the conclusion that it could be a form of Schizophrenia?
She didn't dare (no pun intended) tell her father. He would no doubt end her away to a mental asylum. Of course, it would a fancy private asylum. No way would he want word getting out.
Rachel had been shopping at a mini mall in downtown New York. She needed new art supplies, before she ran out of oil pastels to finish her painting.
After an half hour or so of shopping, she headed to the mostly abandoned food court.
She hadn't been paying attention as she walked in, but immediately wished she was. There, was a thing, a combination between a woman and a bird. Nothing she hadn't seen before.
She turned away, decided to forget the art supplies and to run. Run away from what made her a freak.
Rachel didn't turn fast enough though, she had time to see a passerby slide a bronze sword come from almost no where and slash the monster to dust.
She looked at the wielder of the weapon, a muscled girl with stringy brown hair.
"Clarisse," She overheard, spoken by the boy next to the girl.
"We need to go, more harpies are on the way."
"I know that Travis," The girl snapped, her features contorted into a scowl.
"Grover better get his sorry satyr hooves back here or we're leaving him. In Zeus's name, where is he?" The girl added, the sword going into it's scabbard, which Rachel hadn't noticed before.
Rachel felt her head start to pound harpies...satyr...Zeus...
She felt on the urge of the breakthrough, like she was missing one important fact.
But what was it?
Hoover Dam made her feel slightly more reassured in herself. The skeletons... well, maybe someone could help her what she was seeing. What was wrong with her. Or what wasn't.
When she saw Percy Got-to-Go again, she immediately went into high alert.
Here was here answer, she would find out.
"Explain," She demanded, scribbling her number of the back of his hand. Thank whoever there was to thank that she had a spare pen in her pockets.
I want answers. She didn't have time to say that though, because Percy was running away with a strikingly pretty blonde; going back into their world. The world that she saw.