Selina Beauregard ran into the Aphrodite cabin. She grabbed first the picture of her and Charlie, smiling at the memory, and tucked it in her armor. She had to hurry. She turned to go, but caught sight of the drawings in the corner of her shelf. She hurriedly picked them up and dropped them her bed. She grabbed a piece of pink paper and scribbled a note to Chiron. Of course, she probably wouldn't need it. She wasn't going to die. But just in case...

Five years later...

Chiron had called a meeting with Annabeth Chase, Clarisse La Rue, Juniper, and Katie Gardner. They all sat at the table in the big house, confused.

"You're probably wondering why I called you here." Chiron began.

"Is this going to be fast?" Clarisse asked. "I need to get back to the sword fight."

"You were all good friends of Miss Selina Beauregard, I believe?" He said, interrupting Clarisse.

"Yeah," Annabeth said, softly.

"Miss Beauregard seemed to want you to see these notes." Here he waved some pieces of paper in the air. "I'll leave you." He said tactfully.

Annabeth picked up the first sheet. It was folded in half, with a name and a date on the outside.

"Annabeth." She read. "Written... The day Percy came to camp." She opened it. "It says, Annabeth Jackson."

"She knew even then," Clarisse said, opening hers. It said Clarisse La Rue-Rodriguez. "And she knew that I wouldn't change my name," Clarisse said.

Juniper's, unsurprisingly, read Juniper Underwood.

There were still two sheets left- Katie's and Thalia's.

"We can leave Thalia's," Annabeth said uncertainly.

"Yeah," agreed Clarisse.

Katie reached for hers, but Juniper blocked her hand. "Selina said we can only look if we're in a relationship." She said, holding up the original note, which she had been scanning. "And as you're not..."

"But-"

"Selina mentioned that to me," Clarisse said, "she said you can't know ahead of time."

Katie sighed. "Can I at least see the date?" Without waiting for an answer, she looked. It was July 7th, her first year at camp.

"There's no rule that we can't look is there?" Asked Annabeth. The other three girls grabbed at the paper and Katie groaned.

"What?" Said Clarisse.

"No way."

"Can't be."

"Who?" Katie asked.

The other girls mined zipping their lips. Katie made faces at them.

"Now I really do have to get back," Clarisse said, standing up.

"Yeah, me too." Annabeth agreed.

"I'm going to go find out what happened on July 7th," Katie said stubbornly. They all laughed and left the Big House.

Katie walked back towards the Demeter cabin. She could see her siblings inside with the sunflower plants they were trying to grow. She smiled at the sight of them before opening the door. Suddenly, a bright pink mist shot of the knob, engulfing the sunflowers, which started to bounce around.

"Stolls!" Katie yelled.

"We'll catch them, Katie," said Miranda determinedly. Katie managed a weary smile.

"Thanks." She said. "I'm going to go beat up the Stoll brothers."

"We'll catch the sunflowers."

She didn't have to walk far. As she passed the Demeter cabin's row of bushes, one of the bushes began to snicker. She turned to see Conner sitting in the bush.

"Conner!" She said. "Where's Travis?" He pointed to the apple tree, where Travis was picking apples. "Don't touch my apples!" Katie squawked.

He looked down to smile at her. "Oh hey, Katie. Something you need?"

"Yes." She said, furious. "Get out of my apple tree! And stop playing pranks on me!"

He slid down. "Don't you remember, sweet pea? You started this war."

"Staring wars is for Clarisse," Katie said firmly.

"Oh Katie, don't you remember the first prank I played on you? It was your first week at camp and you called me an "immature dirtbag" in front of everyone."

Katie smirked. "You deserved it." She said. "My hair was blue for a month."

"The first prank we played on you," Travis said. "Ah, I remember that day like it was yesterday. July eighth, maybe? No, July seventh."

"July seventh?" She said.

"The very one." He threw an apple at her. "Earth to Katie."

"No way," Katie muttered, ignoring him. For once in her life, Selina Beauregard was wrong.

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Five years later, she was walking down the aisle in a long white dress. Her groom-- annoying brat he was-- was smirking at her.

Okay, fine. Selina Beauregard was always right.