It's all about destiny, darlings. Did you really think you had a choice?

It starts the same way: with an adventurous little girl who has nothing in life but training and reading and being the best. She is perfect, smart, kind, calculating, and wise, but also proud, angry, territorial. That little girl, daughters of wisdom? She's you.

It changes the same way too: a quest with an impulsive, ignorant, reckless, trusting boy, where you are the brains, and somehow he's the one who makes it work. You don't like him much at first, but then you realize that he is brave, kind, good, and maybe you end up needing him, but you didn't tell anyone, did you, friends?

Then he goes on another quest with you, although it is really more unofficial then anything, because you kind of snuck out, and you aren't perfect anymore, but he thinks you are. You see where this is going, heroines?

And then something happens and you need to be saved. You hate every minute of it, but he's braved so much for you, and you aren't even capable of hating him for it now. And that is when you start loving him, isn't it, lovelies?

Another quest-Gods, this is becoming a regular event- but this time you lead. It succeeds, and fails too, and suddenly he has another girl he goes to with questions and problems and stress, and you thought you lost, didn't you, dears?

The war is ending now, and you won, and you are a hero (but mostly he is), but you don't even care that much, because he cares about you, maybe loves you even. You get to be happy and calm for a whole year, and it is perfect, isn't it, demi-goddesses?

A year later, he disappears. You fall apart, and then roughly pull yourself together, scattering pieces everywhere. And the whole time, you think, what if he meets someone else, wherever he is, don't you, mourners?

You see him again in seven months. He doesn't remember you, at least not much. He knows your name, and godly parent. He doesn't know you. And once again there is another girl- a daughter of the love goddess too. It kills you on the inside, doesn't it, girls?

But this is where your paths change.

Greek, Annabeth? He chooses you. He remembers you, and he loves you, and everything is the same. Wait, not everything. Over there, in the corner, crying? The daughter of Venus? That is the girl he didn't choose. And it would have been so easy for him to choose her. So easy. And this pure joy: tainted by guilt. Because her heartbreak is kind of on your conscience, isn't it, winner?

Roman, Reyna? He doesn't choose you. He remembers you, but he loves her now, and nothing tangible is different, but everything has changed. Piper. Daughter of Aphrodite. Impossible to hate. He loves her, doesn't he? So this is what bitterness tastes like, isn't it, loser?