Rachel Dare, the mortal who was apparently an oracle, was a pretty weird match for you, a demigod. It was an unlikely pairing, but in her dreams, you loved her back. You found yourself drawn to her in a way that was confusing and unexpected.

As you observed Rachel painting a scenery of Camp Half-Blood's Hill, you couldn't help but notice that she seemed to be lost in her own thoughts. Her usually bright and lively demeanor seemed to have faded, and there was a sadness in her eyes that tugged at your heart.

"Hey," you said softly, sitting down beside her. "Is everything okay?"

Rachel sighed, setting down her paintbrush. "I don't know, to be honest. I've just been feeling a bit lost lately." She cleared her throat. "Nothing you should worry about though."