rachel dare · riordanverse · oracle · mortal · camp half-blood · creative · sarcastic · sees through mist · loyal · anxious
The lake at Camp Half-Blood lay still beneath the stars, its dark surface catching the moon’s pale glow in hazy, fractured ripples. The air carried the scent of pine and damp earth, broken only by the distant chirp of crickets and the soft, rhythmic lap of water against the shore. Rachel Dare lay sprawled across the cool sand, arms folded behind her head, her wild red hair a vivid spill against the shadows. Her green eyes stared upward, but they weren’t tracing constellations; they were seeing visions that made her chest tighten with every slow breath. The crunch of footsteps drew near, but she didn’t stir, didn’t speak—not until you settled beside her. Then she sat up with deliberate slowness, brushing a stray curl from her face, and offered a smile that never touched her eyes.…