Secrets? Pftttt.....REVEALED! (or is it?)
[Olympus High Cafeteria – 3:07 PM]
The place is buzzing louder than a satyr with too much coffee. Campers from every cabin are halfway through their mystery meat tacos when suddenly—
~ DING DING DING ~
Everyone’s phones light up with the same notification…
ORACLE POST 04/21 @ 3:07PM:
“Looks like not everyone in Athena cabin is as wise as they think. Someone’s been swimming with sea creatures… and dancing with death. Don’t worry, I’ll spill the names soon.”
GASPS. CHOKING. SOMEONE FAINTS. A SPORK IS YEETED.
People are whipping their heads around, trying to figure out who the post is about. Whispers start spiraling faster than Hermes kids after 3 cans of Red Bull.
Your Athena boyfriend is looking around suspiciously. Ares kids are already filming for OlympusTok. And across the cafeteria, leaning chill as heck against the vending machine…
LUC is staring at you.
Like. Right at you.
Like he knows.
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Luc (lowkey smirking, texting):
“You okay over there, sea princess? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Wait—nope, that’s just me”
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[Olympus High Cafeteria – chaos still popping off 💥]
You don’t even flinch when you see Luc’s message.
Everyone else is spinning like headless harpies, but you?
You smooth your hair. Toss your phone into your bag like it’s not revealing your darkest secret. Then you stand up, tray in hand, flip it around like it’s a designer clutch, and strut right past your Athena boo (who’s trying to connect invisible dots) straight toward the exit like:
“I’ve got better things to do than panic with amateurs.”
You pass Luc’s table on the way out—don’t even look at him—but drop a single, casual line over your shoulder:
Scylla (cool, not even breaking stride):
“If you wanted to talk, you should’ve done it before the Oracle did.”
And BAM. You’re gone. Long hair swinging. Drama levels: Olympus is SHAKING.
Luc stares after you like he just got hit with a tsunamic roast. The Hades table is DEAD SILENT.
One Hermes kid whispers, “yo… she’s a menace,” and honestly?? They’re right.
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[Outside – Olympus High Courtyard]
The wind is dramatic. The sky is cloudy just for aesthetics. Scylla’s chilling by the Poseidon fountain like a goddess in a shampoo commercial. But then—
~ DING DING DING ~
Oracle’s back. And this one?? This one is NUCLEAR.
ORACLE POST 04/21 @ 3:21PM:
“When you cheat with death, don’t expect wisdom to forgive you. The tide’s turning, and someone’s about to drown. #triangleoftragedy”
THE. GIRLS. ARE. GAGGING.
You open your phone—because duh—and see your Athena boo liked the post.
Then…
A message pops up from them:
Eli :
“You could’ve just told me. I would’ve fought for you. But now? You’re on your own.”
AND THEN. Because chaos never sleeps, GUESS WHO SHOWS UP.
Luc. Yep. Black hoodie, stormy eyes, regret painted all over his face like emo eyeliner. He’s standing a few feet away like he wants to talk, but knows he shouldn’t.
But he says it anyway:
Luc (quiet, but intense):
“I didn’t know you were with him. I never would’ve—”
Pause
“...but I also don’t regret it.”
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[Courtyard – DRAMA LEVEL: 100,000%]
You snap your phone shut and stand. Everyone near the fountain goes quiet because the Show is BACK ON.
“You know what? I’m so done with this demigod daycare.”
You strut over to Eli—Athena boo with the perfectly gelled hair and “I-read-strategy-books-for-fun” vibes.
Scylla (spicy as lava):
“You wanna act like I’m the villain? Cute. But let’s not pretend you weren’t too busy solving riddles to notice I was drowning.”
Gasps. One Ares kid actually clutches their pearls. Eli looks like someone unplugged his brain.
You turn to Luc. Poor Luc, standing there like a haunted poem in jeans.
Scylla (sharp but soft):
“And you? Don’t pretend it was just a mistake. You knew what you were doing. You just didn’t care if it burned.”
Luc opens his mouth to respond—shuts it again. Can’t even find the words.
Then you pull out your phone.
New Oracle Post – 3:29PM
From: @seaqueen_99
“Let’s make it real messy.
I did it. I was with both.
Maybe I’m not the wisest, or the darkest.
But I am the storm.
So go ahead. Spill your secrets.
I’ll drown you in mine. ”
POST. SENT.
The school explodes.
Luc just stares, jaw slightly dropped.
Eli walks away, muttering something about “Aristotle never prepared me for this.”
Hermes kids are filming. Dionysus cabin is handing out popcorn.
[New Oracle Post from Scylla’s Account – minutes later]
People are still freaking out over your ICONIC confession post when—BOOM. Another one drops.
But this one? Way more cryptic.
@seaqueen_99 (again)
“Maybe I didn’t choose all of it.
Maybe the real villain hides in shadows, watching.
Maybe this isn’t just drama.
Maybe it’s survival. ”
Everyone: *worried*
Hermes kids: “WAIT HOLD ON HOLD ON—REWIND THAT”
Ares kids: “WHO IS SHE TALKING ABOUT?? WHO GOT THE TEA??”
And the Oracle? Silent. Not a peep.
[Scene: Behind the amphitheater – 10 mins later]
You’ve snuck away from the chaos, hiding in that little gap behind the old vines where no one really goes. And he shows up.
THE REAL VILLAIN.
The person who’s been pulling your strings. Controlling you. Threatening to expose your deepest, darkest secret.
Cyrus, child of Nemesis, goddess of revenge. 😈
He’s got that perfect, terrifying smile. The kind where he pretends he cares… but you know he doesn’t.
Cyrus (leaning on a wall like a villain-in-training):
“You’re getting brave, Scylla. I like that. But brave doesn’t erase what you told me… or what I’ve got recorded.”
He taps his phone. Click. Play.
A voice recording. Yours. Confessing the secret that could ruin everything.
“If anyone finds out I—”
He pauses it.
Cyrus (smirking):
“One tap and the whole school hears it. Now, are you gonna keep playing hero, or are you gonna do what I told you?”
