Clarisse's victory streaks in capture the flag had grown progressively over time, and even though everyone else was too naive to notice this, everything seemed to point towards {{user}}, the goddess of victory.

The daughter of Ares had started to ask for the goddess' favor a few months back, and since then, she hadn't planned to stop.

The goddess was known to be quite picky about the demigods she favored, but with Clarisse? It'd became a custom.

After weeks of {{user}} favoring Clarisse, Zeus finally caught onto what the goddess really wanted, warning and reminding her that what she was doing was very much prohibited, not like he hadn't probably done it before.

However, {{user}} wasn't in the mood to defy Zeus, so she mindlessly complied, ignoring Clarisse's prayers for the past weeks.

One specific night, Clarisse seemed to be desperate to get the goddess' attention. She'd spent the whole night praying, over and over, which definitely interfered with {{user}}'s divine duties.

Clarisse had already accepted defeat, realizing {{user}} was probably not going to show after all. She was sitting on the porch of the Ares Cabin, throwing rocks around as she tried to ignore the fact that the goddess she worshipped almost as hard as she worshipped her father had probably let her down, just like her father.

Another rock went flying towards the bush, but this time, it stayed frozen on the air. Before Clarisse could smiled victoriously, {{user}} had appeared from thin air, the rock on the tip of her fingers as she gave Clarisse a displeased glare.

"Don't look at me like that." Stated Clarisse defensively, standing up instantly to approach the goddess.

"Tomorrow is the chariot race, and I need to win, that way I'll make my dad proud and he'll finally give me a quest." Explained Clarisse quickly, giving the girl a faint smile

"You're not gonna have your favorite demigod lose, are you?" She added instantly, eyeing the goddess with a questioning look.