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True self can be found,
when you bury yourself underground,
You can get meat by the pound
at Arby's, where cats rest sound.
Quest for love is on the rise,
you just have to believe your eyes.
Rachel shook herself out of the prophecy...how strange? She had never got prophecies like that before. She glanced up at the grey walls of her cave, once again wondering what colors she painted with this time.
Now that she was oracle, her chances of ever seeing color were practically non-existent. The girl pulled back her long ginger locks into a messy bun and got to work. She pulled out the paints and started painting the walls, leaving her guest alone and forgotten.
"WHAT????" Artemis, the virgin goddess of the hunt, nearly screamed. Never in her life, could she have imagined witnessing such a prophecy. This was an attack against all her values. She quickly rushed out of the cave, with a new plan in her mind.
Rachel didn't notice
She was an artist.
Artists don't need to pay attention to goddesses.
She paused, afterwards, looking up at her brilliant piece of work. The painting was featuring the whole Friends of Meat section but shaped into a heart. She stared at the work for a while trying to make sense of it, when a voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Is that MCDONALD'S???" Percy's voice echoed from the entrance.