Frank looked at Hazel, asleep on his shoulder, and thought about how lucky he was that his life turned out like this and not some other way.
When he was a kid, life was awesome with his mom. When she had died, he'd learned that his father was a god, and he learned of his curse.
Lupa's wolves had come for him, leading to the months of training and going to Camp Jupiter.
He'd been there for a time, Hazel his only real friend, wanting nothing more than to be a full member of the legion. But more than that, to be claimed.
Then Percy had appeared. He'd arrived with the goddess Juno, and controlled the river to destroy the gorgons. That was when things started changing.
For the first time since Frank had come to Camp, the Fifth Cohort had won the war games. His father had claimed him, been proud of him.
Then, all of a sudden, he'd been promoted to centurion, sent on a quest with Percy and Hazel. It had changed his life. Finding out about Hazel's past and her curse, sharing his own secret. He'd never trusted anyone so much.
He'd ended up at home. 'Grandmother...' Despite her obvious weakness, she'd berated him as usual, and he'd almost felt like they weren't on a life-threatening quest. And he started to realize just what the family gift was...
On the trip they found out that Percy was actually Greek, but somehow Frank didn't care. Maybe, just maybe, they'd be able to let bygones be bygones and take the Greeks for who they were...
They'd made it to Alaska. His lifeline had almost been spent, but they'd freed Thanatos. They'd fought Alcyoneus and a legion of ghosts. They'd gotten a whole lot of Imperial Gold, and set off to save Camp Jupiter. And he'd figured out his gift.
They'd made it to Camp in time, and saved the legion. Meanwhile, Percy had defeated Polybotes, and been made praetor. Then the scroll arrived. The Greeks were coming. And Jason Grace was with them.
For most of the quest he'd been useless. It only got worse after Percy and Annabeth fell into Tartarus. He'd had to watch, and he couldn't do anything.
But in Venice... it was the first time on the quest he'd felt so needed. It had all counted on whether or not he could succeed. He did, and made his father proud.
In Rome... he'd been promoted to praetor, and discovered how to use yet another ability. They'd defeated the giant Clytius alongside the goddess Hecate. And they got Percy and Annabeth back.
It was then that they'd had the final leg of the journey: making it to Greece.
He, Hazel, Leo, and Percy had defeated those Nikettes, vanquished Nike, and had started keeping Victory tied up in the stables.
When they got to Delos, and he, Hazel, and Leo had met with Artemis and Apollo, they'd learned more of Octavian's plan. And Leo had told them about his.
They had fought alongside the gods, their parents. Despite everything they did, though, Gaea woke. When they got to Long Island, he and Reyna (who had arrived relatively safely with Nico, Coach Hedge, and the Athena Parthenos) had been able to win over the legion.
There had been losses, but they won. Gaea was asleep, Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter were at peace. But Leo was gone...
(AN: okay, this is where I get ahead of Rick) Then he'd come back. He'd been dead! Nico and Hazel had sensed it! But somehow, he got Festus to give him the Physician's Cure. And when he came back, Calypso was with him.
He was jolted out of his thoughts when Hazel sighed and sat up. He smiled at her and asked, "Rested?" At her smile, Frank thought again,
'Yes, I'm lucky to have her.'