Hey guys! Horrible early Valentines day! I sure hope y'all hate it as much as I do, because I wrote out a big long story on what if's for the CUPID SCENE. Do not skip, though, as this is actually going to be cannon in my Tied Forever series!

If you have any requests/ideas for plots, I'd LOVE to hear them, as right now I'm all out of ideas. (At least "[Extra]"s ideas, because I have a heartbreaking and depressing super long chapter, but I really want people to go read my "A Prince's Prophetic Switch" book first)

The Prince's Prophetic Switch is an original idea I have worked really hard on the past decade or so. (Yes, I started it at 5, I was really into the PJO series then [I could read chapter books since Kindergarton, like the Percy Jackson series lol, {no, my mom didn't read it to me, and my dad straight up doesn't read |AHH I'M RUNNING OUT OF PARENTHESESSSS| *Sad, I know*}] And so since then I have been a really big writer, and have written many stories and such. (No, it isn't past chapter 5 yet, the planning process was very long as my writing changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed. And changed...

"Give us Diocletian's scepter! We don't have time for games!" I yelled as Cupid struck me square in the chest.

Games? LOVE IS NO GAME! It is no flowery softness! It is hard work. It demands everything from you. Especially the truth. Quick making me press for answers I already know! Cupid demanded.

"The only thing your pressing is my buttons." I said, then wisely added, "And your depression after we take the scepter and leave you here, helpless and alone, in the midst or MONSTERS!" I screamed, and a giant horde of the dead rose behind me.

"Nico? What does this guy want from you? What's going on?" Percy asked, gripping Riptide tight.

Why couldn't it have been Jason...? Why couldn't he have survived? I thought, and 

Tell him the real reason you ran away from Camp Half Blood. The reason you always are alone! Cupid screamed menacingly in my head.

I screamed just as loud, summoning even more dead, erasing all life forms left from existence. Or so it felt like. Percy was still here.

Will you hide among the dead as you always do? Cupid taunted.

I panted heavily. "I... I left Camp Half Blood because of love, Percy." I said, looking him straight in the eye.

Do you have the strength after all, young demigod?

"Annabeth... she..."

"Hey, Nico, you can stop. It's okay. I get it. I do, too."

"You do?" I asked, looking up, hopeful.

"Yeah. Even before I admitted it... 3 or 4 years it's been."

Three or four years... We met 4 years ago... could it really be that Percy loves me, too? I wondered.

"Yeah..." Percy spoke, seemingly answering my unspoken question.

"I really love her." he finished, and I fell to the ground, screaming. He loves Annabeth. He will only ever love Annabeth! Someone would be a fool to love someone like you. Cupid screamed along with me, though his were of malice, instead.

To be continued...