You all want the story! I know! But it's not done! So here is a little preview of the end.
Your POV
(Read this as if YOU wrote this, not me.)
"Hello?" A deep voice said from Rachel's mouth. "Is this thing on?"
Everyone was equally surprised. A shuffling came from Rachel's mouth, like the person talking was moving, or someone near them was moving.
"Dad!" A different voice said. "I told you not to use my Oracles like that!"
"Be quiet son," the other voice said.
"Dad," a different, and definitely female, voice said. "Just Iris Message them!"
"Fine," the deep voice said. "Iris!"
All the campers looked at each other, confused. Chiron had facepalmed, and Dionysus looked annoyed. Suddenly, the green smoke around Rachel faded and Rachel started to fall. Running over to her, I caught Rachel just before she hit the ground. Rachel opened her eyes and looked around confused.
"Wha-..." She started.
"It's OK Rachel," I said helping her stand.
Then an Iris message popped up in front of me and Rachel and I both squealed in surprise.
"Um... hello," I said.
"Hello (Y/N)! This is Zeu- OW! Geez Hera! I meant," the person said. "We are the Olympians. The Gods."
Everyone stared at the Gods in awe.
"W-Why are you contacting m-m-me?" I stuttered.
"Because," Zeus said. "We have some gifts to bestow upon you."
"R-really?" I said.
"Yes," a goddess said from behind Zeus, Athena. "We would also like to do it in person."
Zeus got the hint.
"Yes, yes," Zeus said.
Then the Iris Message faded. Suddenly, there flash of light in front (more like a foot away) of me.
"(Y/N)!" Zeus bellowed. "Let your gifts be received!"
"We still have to give them to her," a blond god, Apollo whispered loudly.
"Shut up, Apollo," Athena hissed.
12 mini thrones appeared and the Gods sat down.
