I am so sorry.
I didn't update this for more than two months and I have no excuse. Go ahead and hate me.
I doubt this chapter will get many views, but for those of you who have stuck around, thank you SO much 💖
This chapter is a little longer, hopefully to make up for the lack of updates. I hope you enjoy!
WARNING: SLIGHT SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AT THE END
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"I doubt you actually wanted to go to the arts and crafts pavilion." Rachel rolled her eyes at Octavian as they walked together.
"True." He shrugged. "But at least it's better than being yelled at by a nymph."
"Whatever."
"So the faun, Grover‒"
"First of all, he's a satyr." Rachel glared. "Say it with me now, augur. Sa-tyr. Satyr."
"Sorry, I meant satyr. I'm Roman, don't blame me for pronouncing it in the 'imperfect' way," Octavian shot back angrily.
"Oh, shut up." Rachel's green eyes burned with anger and annoyance. "Anyways, what about him?"
"Well, why is he here? Shouldn't he be bringing another kid to camp or something?"
Rachel sighed. "He's here because he wants to help with the search." Rachel didn't need to specify what the search was for.
"Annabeth, Jason and...Percy," Octavian said, the names leaving a bitter taste in his mouth, "They've been taken by Terra. They're just in the earth or something. If we search, we won't find them."
"And you know that because..." Rachel gave him an odd look.
"Because I had a dream about it!" Octavian exclaimed. "Where do you think I know things from? Fortune telling? Because that sounds dumb."
Rachel began to snicker.
"What?" Octavian demanded.
"Oh, nothing. Forget it." She tried to control her laughing. "It's just...you really have no clue what you were like in your past life?"
Octavian shrugged. "Not really. According to Reyna I was some sort of guy who hated the Greeks. I hate Greeks even now, I guess, but she said that I was some sort of ambitious dude who tried to kill you all." Octavian rolled his eyes. Rachel bit her lip.
"You don't remember who you are." Rachel sighed. "And that's why they haven't killed you yet."
"I thought it was because I was important," Octavian said, a little shocked.
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Thought you were some sort of special snowflake, didn't you? No, Chiron thinks you might be important. It's not every day that someone comes back from the dead."
Octavian glared at her, but decided to let the matter drop. "True. So you make art?"
"No, I just wear paint splattered clothing, draw and carry around colored pencils because I'm weird like that...OF COURSE I MAKE ART YOU IDIOT."
"Sorry, can't hear you, can you stand on a stool or something?" Octavian smirked. It was true that he was several inches taller than Rachel.
"Oh that's it I'm gonna‒"
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The Choice of the Augur {ON HOLD}
Fiksi Penggemar"You don't remember who you are." Rachel sighed. "And that's why they haven't killed you yet." ~~~~~~~~~~ The giant war has finally come to an end. Percy hopes that he can relax a bit, go to collage and hopefully live a normal life. Reality has othe...
