You came out of the big house, a few days ago. And ever since that day, you've been more silent. The news got around pretty quick, some people came to bid you farewell, some apologized. It was confirmed, the Oracle had said so, you were going to die.

As you were sitting, staring at the strawberry fields, you saw someone sit next to you, you turned and saw Annabeth. She took a breath and started.

"When we were 10, you made me a promise. When we're old enough, we will marry each other."