A/N: This is my edited version of Taylor Swift's song, White Horse. A winged horse seemed much more appropriate in this case. Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own Percy Jackson, or the song White Horse. If you thought I did, just…wow.

Winged Horse

Say you're sorry
That face of an angel
Comes out just when you need it to
As I pace back and forth all this time
Cause I honestly believed in you
Holding on
The days drag on
Stupid girl,
I should have known, I should have known
So you're trying to apologize, trying to convince me to join you? Like that's gonna make a difference. Do you honestly think that after all you've done I'm going to listen? And yet, as I see your face, marred only by the scar that somehow makes you even more attractive, I don't say no right away. I know what the right choice is but, even though I'm a Hunter and it shouldn't matter, all the parts of my brain don't seem quite as connected as they need to me, and perhaps my heart is also getting in the way. And I flash back to when it was just you, me, and later Annabeth, and everything was perfect. I thought it could stay that way forever.

I'm a princess, but this ain't a fairy tale
I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet,
Lead her up the stairwell
This ain't Hollywood, more like a small town,
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down
Now it's too late for you
And your winged horse, to come around
You know, when I was younger, I might've dreamed of being swept off my feet by a handsome prince, being led to his castle, where I could live happily ever after. But Greek myths seldom, almost never, have happy endings. It's much more likely for the heroine to die. Obviously, that's not gonna happen. But a broken heart is no picnic. My life is no picnic. And you better realize that a lot of that is because of you.

Baby I was naive,
Got lost in your eyes
And never really had a chance
My mistake, I didn't know to be in love
You had to fight to have the upper hand
I had so many dreams
About you and me
Happy endings
Now I know
When I met you, I was about 12. And let me tell you, definitely not ready for a boy like you. 'Course, I'm 16 now (and forever) but I'm only just finding out how much work love is. Probably doesn't help matters much when a war that could destroy the whole world is raging, and the guy you like is practically second in command of the army trying to destroy western civilization. Or that I'm Artemis's lieutenant and have renounced boys forever. Hmm, just maybe…

I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale
I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet,
Lead her up the stairwell
This ain't Hollywood, more like a small town,
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down
Now it's too late for you
And your winged horse, to come around
I thought you would have realized by now that THIS ISN'T GOING TO WORK. We're not meant to be together. It's just not going to happen. The Fates decided that long ago, and I realize that, even if I haven't completely accepted it. I've done my absolute best, worked my absolute hardest, to give up on you.

And there you are on your knees,
Begging for forgiveness, begging for me
Just like I always wanted but I'm so sorry

But now here you are, idiot enough to try and convince me to join you. However, despite the fact that you obviously have mental issues, your plan is working. 'Cause you might be an idiot, but the thing is, so am I. That's what love does to people. At least I know you like me back. Which would be just great if I was a normal teenager. Yeah, that's funny. Thalia, your average junior. Unfortunately for you, I'm not quite so far gone as to say yes. So, see you 'round. We can just hope I'm not the one to do you in.

Cause I'm not your princess, this ain't a fairytale
I'm gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well
This is a big world, that was a small town
There in the Iris Message disappearing now
And it's too late for you and your winged horse
Now it's too late for you and your white horse, to catch me now

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
Try and catch me now
Oh, it's too late
To catch me now