The New Trojan War| A Percy Jackson Fanfiction

Chapter 2

Rachel's Penthouse Room

With Rachel

3rd person PoV (AN: Weren't expecting that now were you?)

Rachel stomped up to her canvas and pulled her messy red hair in frustration. Rachel hated her dad, he never let her do anything. Now he was getting angry at Rachel because she wouldn't accept any suitors or even attempt to meet the stupid guys. He got angry and screamed that she was an idiot, and a worthless lesbian and a faggot and that she needed to start owning up to the family name and stop it with the foolish "Save the Wild" nonsense.

Rachel grit her teeth. She wasn't a lesbian, She was an asexual (AN: That's what it's called when you're not sexually attracted to anybody, right?)! Besides, Rachel was the Oracle of fucking Delphi. She didn't want to make out with Chad fucking Wainwright (AN: Don't judge it just came to mind) in a fucking yacht, while he was seeing five different girlfriends that changed almost every day, because his daddy has a chain of malls all over the world.

Rachel started angrily finger painting while blaring Swedish House Mafia full blast. Stupid fathers.. aren't fathers supposed to get angry when people try to take their daughters out on dates? Rachel scoffed at the thought and smacked red on the canvas in an angry swipe. Fathers were apparently also supposed to be caring, loving, and supporting, but what would she know about that? Rachel's father was a horrible person, and the only people she was really friends with were the demigods who were literal definitions of "daddy issues."

She let out a tired sigh of frustration. Rachel hated Clarion Ladies' Academy. She was so... different from everybody else there. All the girls there were rich, spoiled brats. Yes, she was rich but she wasn't spoiled and she didn't want to use her money the ways the others did. Rachel wanted to help others and save the wild, not buy fancy dresses and accessories and obsess over boys and wait to inherit the family fortune (if only a small part).

Rachel smiled sadly. She knew so many people that struggled/once struggled with just paying rent, like Percy. Speaking of Percy... how was he doing? Was he okay?

Rachel smiled adding some sea green to the mix of red, green, and gold. 

A flash before her eyes. A raven haired figure in chains, pleading for someone to stop. A war of lust, a fate worse than Troy. Sea green eyes full of guilt and desperation, determined to stop the war. Hopeless, hopeless inevitable war, a civil war between the gods. Blood, so much blood, never ending gushing rivers of metallic liquid nightmares. Golden, golden a palace in the sky that has hurt one so much already, finally claims what it has wanted for over five years. "P-Please, stop!" A familiar voice cried out. "I-I don't want this Apollo!"

Rachel felt sick. Percy was being.. raped?.... by her boss. Her boss was raping one of her best friends. But there were other people.. Percy was being gangbanged by a bunch of gods?

A woman shrouded by green mist in a gossamer dress, eerily staring at me with her glowing green eyes. "I am the Spirit of Delphi," the woman said. "Approach, seeker, and ask."

This is wrong, Rachel thought. I am supposed to be the Oracle of Delphi. Though Rachel knew that all things happened for a reason, and it was better to just go along with it for the sake of everybody. Rachel cleared her throat, "What will happen to Percy?"

"Perseus Jackson, Savior of All,"

"Sky's greed will be his downfall,"

"A War of Lust will ravage Olympus,"

"Wisdom's daughter to make a choice to save or doom us,"