A random little story though I'm still a perachel.
Okay, I'll admit it. I was horribly jealous. I couldn't deal with it. I even tried to commit suicide once, but that's another story. She had
left me, when she knew I loved her. She knew! Oh great I'm going to start crying again. But no, she had to elope with him after I gave to idea to beat Kronos. It was my idea! And after Kronos is defeated and bla bla bla, they elope! No one knew where they were, not even me. I put them out of my mind for the next four years, become even more depressed, when she shows up at my door.
HOW DARE SHE! She broke my heart and she dares ring the bell that I earned becoming an archaeologist. How dare she even think of asking for my help asking to come into the mansion I had built and bought with my own money! She could have done it! She could have! But she decided against it. She decided to break my heart. Did I have any room left for her and the little brat? No. I understood how Dioyonus felt about them, because I hated them as well. So where does the story start? A little flashback, perhaps.