"Father," Thalia said, "I will never turn sixteen. The prophecy-"
"OBJECTION!" someone yelled into a megaphone. "My logic bone is cringing! This is what is wrong with America!"
"What?" Thalia asked.
"She is nineteen!" the same person yelled. "Somebody Google the definition of age!"
Athena whipped out her iPhone. "How long something has existed!" she called out triumphantly.
"She's already nineteen. Actually, tomorrow she's twenty. Milk it for all it's worth, honey, you're a year away from drinking! Thalia Grace has existed for nearly twenty years, she is almost twenty years of age. Nothing stops aging! Well, mental aging. Physical aging, on the other hand...And has anyone else figured out that the eldest gods are (in order) Aphrodite, Hestia, and Hades? This has diddly-squat to do with Percy and Thalia! And it already happened! It probably happened in 1945! Get over it! Olympus was preserved, not razed!"
"I cannot believe you are almost twenty and you haven't gotten drunk yet," Dionysus said, awed slightly.
"Wicked!" Thalia said. "See ya!" she walked out of Olympus, not having made the vow to be an eternal virgin.
Percy looked very relieved. "It has nothing to do with me!"
"So stop focusing on this stupid prophecy! Bessie was a wrong-place, wrong-time thingy. They're called coincidences. Okay?"The person spun around and disappeared.