Demigod Truth or Dare

Rachel Issues the Pop Tart Prophecy

"Dare."

"I dare you to spew green smoke in the center of Camp Half-Blood and speak a dumb sounding prophecy."

"Ooh, I appreciate a man that's hard-core." Rachel winked at Octavian.

Octavian's eyes lit up. "You do?"

"No."

"I'll do it. Just get me some green smoke and I'll be fine."

Leo handed Rachel a handful of small bombs. "These'll work."

"You're prepared, aren't you?" Rachel asked.

"The Valdez never disappoints." 

"You just did," Rachel muttered. "Well, wish me luck!"

She walked toward the middle of the clearing in a zombie-like trance. She dropped the smoke bombs at her feet and rasped:

"Seven pop tarts shall answer the call,

To cinnamon or strawberry the world must fall.

An icing to keep with a final spread,

To hungry mouths the pop tarts shall be fed."

Everyone laughed until they couldn't breathe as Rachel returned with a smirk on her face.

"Seriously, I made it up on the spot," she said. "Genius, right?"

"Couldn't have done it better myself," Annabeth replied. They high-fived. 

"Thalia," Rachel said. "Truth or dare?"