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I've never been the type of person that believes that one defining moment could change your entire life. I believed in the Fates and I believed in the gods' divine intervention. All you had to do was look at people like Helena and Troy to know the gods would mingle with mortals for what they want when they wanted it. But this...this was too far.

I was dressed in a Grecian style dress, white and flowing, as Aphrodite's immortal children fussed over my hair and make-up more than I ever have. They placed a headband made of seashells on my head with smiles on their faces, declaring that I looked beautiful.

I could not focus, still thinking of the three words Percy had told me the night before.

Did he mean it?

Did he just say it so that I would feel better about the wedding?

Did it even matter? We would be wed either way.

My father walked into the cabin, with a forced smile on his lips. "It's time, Annabeth dear."

I gulped as I stood and the children of Aphrodite squealed in excitement. I took his hand automatically; he hooked his arm in mine and lead me down the improvised trail. The trail had rose buds on both sides, courtesy of the children of Demeter, the colors were a mixture of red, orange, and pink.

As soon as we started down the walk the audience, every camper that had been there on that August day, stood and folded their hands. The men wore a simple and quickly thrown together outfit of white dress shirts and black pants. The girls had been given an assortment of different color dresses, thanks to Aphrodite. Some looked sympathetic, others concerned, but all of them were looking at me. I could feel my nerves getting to me at the attention. I tried not to shift uncomfortably.

Percy stood in front of Zeus, who was acting as the priest, seeing as he ordered the marriage. Percy sent me a weak smile and a meaningful look.

I looked to the left of him to see his best men, Grover and Nico, sending me reassuring smiles.

Thalia, who had her electric blue highlights tied back into a curly ponytail along with the rest of her hair, held the white roses in her hand and sent me a kind smile.

I stepped up to the altar as my father gave me away and looked at Percy.

The man, who had been my best friend for four years, was now my arranged groom.

I was wrong; life could change in a matter of seconds. We didn't get a warning, we didn't get a heads up, but most importantly; we didn't get a chance.

The gods would mingle with mortals to get what they wanted, and being a demi-god didn't mean you were an exception.


So do you like it? It's a rewrite of my old story, which I thought was all over the place after re-reading it...

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-World's Worst Juliet