Me: I feel loved again. Thank you. :)
This is: Hold My Hand.
Ha, I bet you thought this was Percabeth. Nope! It is:
Rachel, Apollo
Summary preview: He would always be there for her.
When I decided to check in on my Oracle, I was not expecting to find her in her cave, crying.
I blinked, kind of stunned, and slowly walked towards her. Looking over her should, I winced at the image on the page.
Death was everywhere. The sky was a gray-ish black, and nature seemed to be a war with itself.
The skeletons marching into battle didn't help.
Nor did the fact that Apollo recognized some of the fallen heroes, as did he know some of the fighting heroes.
It looked like they were at war with themselves.
But surely that was impossible right?
"Oh gods, Rachel. That is... heavy. But hey- don't, don't let it bother you too much okay? It's only a possible future. That doesn't mean that it will come true." I reassured her, very disturbed myself.
"Hold my hand." Rachel said suddenly, her voice soft. I started, surprised.
"What?" I asked, not because I didn't hear her, but because it was just so random.
She looked up at me with her tear-streaked gaze. "Please."
I felt a small tug in my gut, a remorse that my Oracle was hurting, and I felt terrible for not being able to help her with this.
So I took her hand, and was her silent comfort as she cried for the possible loss of her loved ones.
Me: Rachel/Apollo? Friendship fluff?
Whatever you want it to be.
Next Chapter: Precious Treasure
R&R.
~ Anna/ Booklover98