Back in Time with the Demigods

Chapter 7

Oh my gods how am I number 1 in #pjo !?!?!?!? Thank you all so much!!!!!!!! I love every comment and vote! <3 Also, istg if I get a single comment saying I spelled Hazel's name wrong on paragraph 15, I will end your entire career. It's a nickname. Anywho, enjoy this chapter!

No one was even starting to make an effort to calm the drama unfolding currently. Piper was in the middle of a very heated rant, Calypso was yelling insults at Zeus, Coach Hedge was asking Reyna why everyone was so pissed—and then starting getting upset after learning about what Zeus had said about him—Jason was supporting every word that came out of his girlfriend's mouth, Hazel and Frank were holding back laughs at Zeus's expense, Reyna wasn't holding back laughs at Zeus's expense, Will was occasionally chiming in to make a medical related burn, and Leo was eating some popcorn that he had somehow managed to find (#priorities).

Artemis nudged her twin brother. "Are you going to end this or not?"

"How am I supposed to end this?" Apollo questioned. "Besides, why would I want to end this? This is a classic woman supporting woman, and friends having each other's back. Father deserves this, too."

Artemis stared her brother down. "Yes, father deserves this, but in front of all of these people? We're trying to preserve the timeline we come from, and making the past people hate the gods will only make matters worse."

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense, but—"

"I wasn't done. At the right place, at the right time, I would be fine with this—I would be encouraging this—but not now. Open a portal and bring back whoever is next. That will surely shut them up."

Apollo nodded. "On it, sis."

Artemis was correct (though I'm sure no one is, or will ever be, surprised by that), the person coming out of the portal did shut them up.

A pale, redheaded girl with freckles and bright green eyes emerged from the portal. She was wearing ripped jeans that were covered in doodles, a white shirt that read: "IN MY ORACLE ERA", and a plaid green jacket. 

"Um, hi?" she said. 

"Rachel! How's the painting coming along? I can't wait to see the finished product!" Hazel exclaimed.

"Pretty good, if I do say so myself. I was actually just working on it before the portal Apollo told me about appeared," Rachel answered with a smile. "How are you, drawing buddy?"

Hazel smiled back at Rachel with enthusiasm. "I'm doing good!"

Hera cleared her throat to get the girls to stop talking. Reyna and Piper instantly turned to glare at the goddess. 

Rachel, acting like she didn't just hear the goddess of cow shit, continued on. "That's great to hear, Haze! Ya know, I should probably introduce myself. Don't want to keep the press waiting."

Rachel turned to face "the press" with a smirk. She couldn't wait to see their reactions—especially Octavian—to her announcing that she was the Oracle of Delphi. There was also the fact that she had been practicing what she wanted to say when she arrived in the past ever since Apollo showed up five hours earlier to warn her, but seeing Octavian yelling randomness because she was better than him was more important. 

"Hey, everybody. My name's Rachel Elizabeth Dare. I'm a mortal, but I'm possessed by a old spirit that causes me to randomly blurt out some ominous rhyme while I puke green gas. Nice to meet you all."

All of the past people squirmed in their seats with disgust and unease. Rachel laughed at everyone's reactions, and the other future people laughed with her.

Unlike the other past people, past Rachel Elizabeth Dare looked up at her future self, not sure if she was to believe the words that had just came out of future her's mouth. It was already weird enough when some blonde dude just spawned into her bedroom and told her that the Greek and Roman gods were real and all that craziness. But it did explain a lot of things. Like that one time she saw a giant dog chasing some kid wearing a bright orange t-shirt in Central Park. Come to think of it, all of the Greek people were wearing bright orange t-shirts like the kid. And future her did look a lot like what she thought she would look like in a couple of years.

"Does the spirit have a cool name or something? Ooh, is the green gas poisonous!" past Rachel said. She had finally come to terms with the fact the the Greek and Roman gods were real.

"What's wrong with you? You find out the this girl is possessed and the first thing you ask is if the green gas she pukes is poisonous?" a very annoying and snarky voice from the Roman side of the field called out. 

"No, the first thing I asked was if the spirit had a cool name. Besides, I just found out that the Greek and Roman gods are real, and that future me is possessed by some crazy cool spirit. Who wouldn't be amazed to learn that you get to be possessed!" past Rachel snapped back. 

"Yeah, shut your trap, Octavian!" Leo exclaimed, earning him a high-five from Reyna.

"Excuse me! Who are you to say that to me!" Octavian said.

"Dude, I just introduced myself like less than 30 minutes ago. Who are you to say that to me?" Leo sassed.

Octavian's face turned as red as a ripe tomato. "Why you little—"

"Bitch? 'Cause that's what you are, sweetheart," Will interrupted. 

By this point in time, most of the future people had succumbed to the fit of laughter that was going to inevitably take them over. 

"Are we all just going to ignore the fact the Will just cursed?" Leo asked. "He never curses!"

"Octavian's the exception," Frank replied.

"Isn't he always the exception? No one is ever pure evil, and now this," Jason quipped.

That caused everyone to start laughing even harder, including many of the past people. Rachel had definitely gotten the reaction she had wanted and more. 

The wonderful Octavian slander continued on for a while longer before the subject (unfortunately) changed. Past people started asking the future people questions, them originally being about Octavian, but they slowly changed into other topics.

"Yo, Rachel!" Connor Stoll yelled. "You never answered past you's questions!"

"Rachel, how could you? That's really import—"

"You're right, I didn't! How could I?"

"Hey, I just said that! What's up with everyone inter—"

"Well, the green gas sadly isn't poisonous, but the spirit does have a pretty cool name."

"What's their name!" multiple people yelled.

"Her name's 'the Oracle of Delphi'. Pretty cool, right?" Rachel said nonchalantly, the future people struggling to hold in their laughter. 

As Rachel learned through the past people (especially the Greeks), this was not just "Pretty cool." This was earthshaking information.

I love me some more drama (especially if it includes Octavian slander and the Greeks going crazy about having a living Oracle). 

Question of the chapter: What's your biggest pet peeve? Mine's when people in my hometown ask me where I'm from because I have a weird accent so I can't be from here. It just happened to me today (it was some REALLY annoying 7th grader who was all like "I hope that didn't offend you". Bitch I was born and raised here, don't go around asking insensitive schist like that, it did offend me!!!!), and it really pissed me off. 

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