Dear Twelve Year Old Annabeth,

If there's anything I've learned over the years, it's that permanent isn't always the best option. You'll learn that maybe it's not about making things last forever, but making the years they last worth it.

- Annabeth

Dear Fifteen Year Old Jason,

I've learned love is a delicate thing. It's not imperial gold. It won't stand up to slashes. Stabs will hurt it. Love can't be melted back together. My point is, you have to be careful, because one wrong move and she could be gone forever.

-Jason

Dear Eleven Year Old Nico,

I know you (I? We?) didn't have the most conventional childhood. Bianca tried her best. But apparently we missed out on a big lesson: sometimes, the best thing to do is just let it go.

-Nico

Dear Eight Year Old Percy,

If the cookies were left there specifically after she told you not to touch them, DO NOT GO FOR IT. IT'S A TRAP.

-Percy

Dear Thirteen Year Old Clarisse,

You've been told pretty things are bad. Pretty things are weak. But there's a one in a million chance that one of those pretty things may just do the bravest you'll ever see, so give them a chance.

-Clarisse

Dear Fourteen Year Old Travis,

Dude, you're getting a bit old for the whole "I'll show her I like her by pulling her hair" thing. She's obviously not amused.

-Travis

Dear "I'm-Too-Old-For-Birthdays" Chiron,

Some are slower than others. You've realized this, especially after years of teaching. Even if the answer is so blatantly obvious sometimes, take your time.

The slowest of heroes are sometimes the greatest. Let them figure it out on their own, but don't be afraid to give help along the way.

(And sometimes, when they finally realize it, their faces can be quite funny.)

-Chiron

Dear Nineteen Year Old Sally,

First of all, start brushing up on your Greek myths. It'll come in handy, trust me. Second of all, no matter how crazy the guy holding the trident looks, he's really not. Don't be afraid to confront him and tell him how dangerous that thing could be.

You won't regret it. In the long run, at least.

-Sally

Dear Three Thousand, Two Hundred and Five* Year Old Dionysus,

If you kill Jackson now, it'll save a lot of work… But it won't save any lives. You may lose a son, but you won't lose both.

And besides, it really won't be worth hearing Poseidon whine about it.

-Dionysus, Lord of Wine, Parties, Councillor of Camp Half-Blood, ect.

*Based off the estimated time of when the myth of Dionysus was first mentioned.

These were just sitting in my Google Drive. It hadn't been edited since December 11, 2013, and was probably written a while before that, so I'm not sure how accurate it is compared to the more recent books (ie. everything after Son of Neptune. I don't remember anything after that, lol. I haven't even read Blood of Olympus). Anyways, thought this was cute and decided to share. Have a nice day :)