Estelle

Chapter 17

Rachel P.O.V

I arrived at camp a few weeks before Percy came to see me.

In the mortal world I had gotten a job at a company that tries to enlighten people on the impact of the things they do pertaining to the climate. Basically, I was one of those annoying people on the street with a pamphlet, trying to get you to donate to a good cause. Surprisingly it worked.

We also had several lawyers *cough* me *cough* cough* who fought major companies and organizations from destroying anymore land.

That job didn't pay much though. So, in my spare time I made "surprisingly accurate sports estimations" for who would win major sports games. I know I probably shouldn't have used my powers to make money, blah blah blah, but its really fun and pays a lot more then you would imagine.

Also, my dad died. I know that seems terrible and whatever, but I was never that close to him. Everything that he stood for opposed all of my values. Honestly it was kind of a relief. He was always on me about manners and acting lady like. And I was sick of it.

It still hurt though. I always thought that maybe we could make up some day, but that never happened, and I guess it never will.

After his funeral I didn't really want to be around most people. Everyone was acting as if they cared about him, but deep down I knew they didn't. Most people there were from his work, trying to get on our good side so we would let them take over my dad's company. In reality, them being there only made it worse.

I had to leave halfway through the reception. The place was suffocating me. If I heard one more "He's in a better place." I might have killed everyone there. I had told my mom I had to go to the bathroom, and I snuck out through the window. I felt slightly guilty leaving my mom all alone with those phonies, but I couldn't handle it.

I called an Uber and drove to the only place that has ever really felt like home. When I arrived at Camp Half-Blood I quickly ran to the communal bathrooms (Blegh) and wiped all my "funeral makeup" off. I ran into a stall and changed into my Camp Half-Blood t-shirt and jean shorts. And of course, in that random moment I had to spew out a prophecy. Thanks, me.

Fortunately, I didn't fall on to the gross bathroom floor. I had started training with Apollo after the battle with Nero, and he had been helping me stay conscious while I told prophecies. Finally, after years of hard and tedious work, I had learned how to stop myself from falling face first to the ground (In this case, a toilet) and knocking myself out. The one thing that I still couldn't control was timing, which was a huge pain in my ass.

The prophecy rattled me; I couldn't believe what I had heard. So, my solution was to lock it up in a tiny part of my brain, and only open it after I cried a little, and had a good night sleep. But of course, that's not what the Fates had planned for me.

I was about to leave when I heard the bathroom door swing open. I heard the clip clopping of familiar hooves, and I swore under my breath. "Who's in hear?!" Chiron asked, his deep booming voice reverberating through the bathroom. "It's past curfew, if you don't come out, I will call the cleaning Harpies!" I sighed and stepped out of my stall. "Chiron, it's very rude to enter the girl's bathroom." I said sarcastically. "Rachel?!" He said, his brows furrowing in shock. "When did you get here?!" "Um, like ten minutes ago." "Oh," he said, calming down slightly. "Still, why didn't you tell me you were coming! You lose contact with us for over a year, and then you just randomly show up!" "It's been a hard year, Chiron." His face softened. "I understand; It's been hard for all of us." He sighed. I finally took a moment to actually look at him; he had a lot more grey hairs, and wrinkle lines. Old was never the word I would have used to use to describe Chiron, old at heart- yes- but old in looks-no. That's exactly how I would have described him at that moment though. "Chiron what's wrong." I said alarmed. "Well-" "Chiron!" Nico di-Angelo said running into the bathroom. "Will and I have been looking everywhere for you! You have to come see this!" He quickly glanced at me and gave me a where-have-you-been look. In return I shrugged. He probably would have pestered me a lot more, but it didn't seem like we had much time.

A/N: I decided to write the Author's Note at the end of the chapter this time. Do you like it better at the end or at the beginning?

Also, It might take a while to update again, because I have to write a prophecy. I promised myself at the beginning of this book that I wouldn't do this, but here we are.

I'm sorry that I haven't published lately. I'll try to get back to my schedule now that I have more time.

The next chapter will probably also fill in the time before Percy got to camp, but after that they'll attack S.H.I.E.L.D! Yay!

Anyway, have a good rest of your week!

Bye, from Percyjacksonobsesed with one S!