It was a fishtail braid. That was the name of the braid the girl was wearing. Ever since he first saw her, he couldn't take his mind off of her. He was engrossed with her – she was all he thought about for the past twenty four hours. And he couldn't figure out the reason behind his strange fascination. [For peanut-butter-mouse]

Calypso smiles, although no one can see her, for she had come upon something truly meaningful. She, and only she, is the one who controls Calypso Ogygia. And if she can make herself feel one way, then she most certainly can try to make herself feel the opposite. Today would be the last day she mopes over Percy Jackson. [For Zero]

"I'm just teasing around," replied Luke, offering Percy a grin. "In fact, I need another strong, valiant man to help protect Princess Annabeth, after all." A smile grew on Percy's face, and he glanced around the room modestly. Annabeth beamed, in spite of her dislike towards being called a princess. "Well, if no one else volunteers, I guess I can help..." [For Blondie B. Happy]

On the nights when she lied, crying, on her son's bed, the memories came running back to her in a blur. They overwhelmed her with that familiar sensation of love, and for a moment, a spark of hope was lit, and she hoped that he would come back to her, back to their family. But he had duties to fulfill, and reality came crashing down on her: her happiness was not infinite. [Sally].