Heheheh Yeah, not a W.A. update I'm sorry. I keep getting hit by inspiration for random oneshots but not for that. I just wanted to write something from Sally's POV about how she lived her life.

It's a bit angsty but I was going for somewhat bitter reflection...I dont even know. When I write it just kind of comes without me examining it so enjoy!

When you love a god you have to expect some heartbreak. I knew all the myths and legends about the Greek gods. I knew they were often childishly cruel and capricious. But I never thought it could hurt so much. To love a god and know, know that things can never really happen between you because he's got too much past and you've got too much of a future to throw away on something that will never work between you is crazy.

But I did.

And he gave me the most important thing in my life. My son is, and has always been the most important thing in my life and I would do anything to keep him safe.

So I left behind my memories of the beautiful kind man I knew for one summer and found the most disgustingly human man I could. Mostly for my son, but also for myself. To remind myself of reality.

That I am human and he isn't and we should never forget why it wouldn't have worked anyways. That's what I like to tell myself.

So I watch my son grow up into the most amazing boy I know. I see him struggling but there's nothing I can do.

It's his fate. The one I gave to him one summer.

When I take him to the camp the first time, I know that I'm letting go a part of him. The innocent childish part of him, and I'm sorry that it will vanish because of fighting and the dangers that have always stalked the demigod children.

But that too is my fault. I'm sorry that I made him so determined to go to the Underworld after me. I was so proud of him when he came down to save me.

So strong and sure, that baby that I sang lullabies to and rocked to sleep, the boy that I raced down the beaches with had grown up so well. He got rid of the horribly human man that I had found and set me free.

But where could I go? I had married that man to protect him, but he no longer needed protecting.

Once again, I found myself longing for the hot summer days and long nights of so long ago.

My son continued to grow, looking more like his father every day.

I smile every time I see him because for a minute, even a minute, I am reminded that I am not totally alone, he is still with me through our son.

Summers pass and I meet someone new. This man is human, but he isn't the same as the other one.

This man is kind and funny and I know that no one will ever measure up to my first real love so I should try to be happy with someone who cares for me right?

Don't I deserve some happiness?

The war ends and my son stands victorious.

No longer a boy, no longer innocent, but no less my son.

I'm happy. I realize it now. Olympus is closed to me. That will never change, but I can be happy here, with my new husband and my amazing son.

And maybe some nights I'll lie awake and think of summer days when I was young, but those are just memories, and as I knew that first summer, I have too much of a future to tie myself to the past.

Thanks for reading!