What happened after the war?

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P.S. Someone said that Leo and Calypso didn't live when they escaped Ogygia(did I spell that right? I have no clue), because of the whole oblivion thing. That really makes me nervous and that's NOT how I pictured it.

Sorry, I needed to let that out. It has driven me insane.

Calypso POV

Definitely the best day in all my years of existence. I could sense him coming. Just overhead. I was cleaning out flowerbed that I was going to use for a section of Moonlaces. Then I heard the roar. I remember throwing my whole flower basket into the air. I was frozen in my position over the flowerbed. This couldn't be real. The thump of the basket as it hit the ground jolted me and I hurriedly walked to the beach. No need to sprint for disappointment.

But there wasn't. It that annoying boy, Leo Valdez. He was tiny as he sat on the back of an enormous dragon made of metal. Festus, I thought. When they got up closer, I could see his face. It was covered in soot and unsurprisingly his indestructible clothes were in shreds.

I remember that passion I got. I wanted to run over and hug him, but I planted my feet to the ground as Festus landed. It wasn't the best lands I had ever seen, though we saw very few, but Leo's first visit still at the top of the chart.

What happened was that Festus apparently wasn't exactly fit for landing. His leg gave out and the dragon fell, catapulting Leo into the air and face first into the sane and seaweed. I had the urge to laugh, but I had to settle with a tight smile.

"You're late," I told him as he sat up, spitting seaweed out of his mouth. My smile disappeared.

Leo grinned, despite that painful looking landing.

Being around him was more bearable. The only man to ever venture Ogygia twice still had his ups and downs. Even though I had a good vision of what went down at the final battle, I listened to him explain. From the giants to the Argo II turning into his epic friend, Festus, to the point to where he died. Obviously, he wasn't so enthusiastic about that part. His face twisted up as he told me what death felt like.

"It was painful," Leo said in disgust. "Don't even get me started on the medicine I had to take."

They had landed in Boston near Back Bay. Sail boats glided smoothly over the water and the breeze was way different then what was on Ogygia. The sounds of car horns and people talking filled my ears with joy. I never heard something so constant. It was so quiet on Ogygia, but here it was filled with life.

Festus dropped us off next to the street next to the Back Bay of the Charles River. Trees spotted up, hiding tiny buildings. When I looked ahead, though, skyscrapers were so high, I still had to look up from this distance. The arrangement was so beautiful. I wondered if it was like this everywhere now.

Leo agreed to bring me anywhere I wanted to go. My first choice was this place called Starbucks, which became my favorite place in the world. He and I would have coffee there once a week, which was all Leo could stand. We learned that from when he had three cups of coffee and wouldn't shut up about something I really can't remember. He was talking to fast. It had to between the different types of screws or mustard.

We settled down at a small apartment building somewhere off in the middle of the huge city. Leo said once he actually got the necessities for an actual place, this was where we were staying. It didn't bug me though. Better than a cave of crystals. Two bed small apartment with a tiny kitchen. We were hardly ever in it, besides sleeping, so there was no use in buying a huge luxury suite… even if they could afford it.

But when they were in the apartment, the sun had set and the city lights were on and so beautiful. While Leo slept, I would lean against the one window they had and stare at the lights twinkling like stars. The sound of cars never stopped. It became peacefully to sleep with them, to remind me I wasn't in the same place she was for over one millennia.

There was one problem though that really bugged me. It was Leo. Under his fit of covers, he seemed peaceful at first, but as I watched sometimes, Leo would jerk and mumble something about 'potty sludge'.

Of course that wasn't the big reason I was worrying about. It seemed natural to dream of some big battle that you fought in. It was that Leo would look in pain, like his dreams were actually killing him. That did not seem naturally.

More than once a week, I would have to walk over and sit down next to Leo as he tightened his eyes and clenched his teeth so hard I thought they were going to break under the pressure. I would put my hand on his shoulder and whisper that it was okay. But I didn't actually know if it was okay or not. If only I could reach into what he was seeing so I knew what was happening.

If he didn't stop then-which was the case on those lucky days-I would kiss him on the side of the head and hug him against me.

But that was only in his dreams. The first time those nights happened, I woke up first. It was bright day, with only speckles of clouds in the sky. I got dressed in a red T-shirt and blue jeans in the bathroom and came out to see him standing next to the window, where I would stand, grinning from ear to ear.

"Leo," I walked slowly up to him and grabbed his arm. "What was that last night?"

Leo frowned and looked at me in confusion. "I didn't know it started raining. It looks dry outside to me."

"Leo, I know what rain is," I huffed, blowing a strand of hair from my face just for it to float back down in front of my eye. "I meant with you. You were dreaming about something horrible, I know. You wouldn't wake up…"

With a hand raised, Leo cut me off. "Whoa, Sunshine, I hardly dreamt anything last night. Not even about tofu tacos dancing around at my feet." His teeth showed with his grin.

He did look well slept. His eyes sparkled from the morning sun. But I knew what happened last night, wasn't an illusion. But I decided to let it go, since he didn't look any different from yesterday.

When we headed outside after he got dressed, I was reliving the moment from 10 minutes ago. With furrowed eyebrows, I looked at him as he was tying his shoe.

"Dancing tofu tacos?" I asked.

Leo shrugged as he straightened up. "I fell asleep hungry."

I rolled my eyes and walked down to the sidewalk.

-Jason POV-

"NO, NO, NO, NO," Terminus huffed in a belly full of air- or the imaginary belly. "NOOOOOO!"

I stood in front of him, a clipboard in hand, and with a thin line of a mouth across my face.

I stood by the border line of Camp Jupiter. The area of Camp Jupiter wasn't destroyed like Reyna had been worrying about, but the earthquakes had caused some fallen buildings. As I looked, I could see Tiber River and the crumpled bridge that landed in it. They'll have to take the hardest choice in crossing into the camp.

Pushing up my glasses, I gave Terminus, the statue guy who was the border man of the camp, a glare. "Terminus, you know it's me, Jason Grace."

"I know who you are." The stone man said, "But I still won't allow that junk crossing this border."

I glanced back at the chariot and horse. Blackjack had offered assistance to lung all this stone, bricks, and other requirements for his next trip to build yet again, another shrine for those minor beings.

"Please don't say 'junk'," I removed my glasses to rub my face tiredly. I was up all night getting the preparations done. All I wanted was somewhere quiet and sleep. Somewhere where there is not a screaming statue yelling in my face. "I'm already in trouble with one goddess for accidentally letting Percy insult her."

"Discordia will NOT," Terminus boomed, "be tolerated. You already let in that wretch Kym-whats-her-name and now I have to sign insurance papers about the damaging of the Cupid shrine."

I tightened up one side of his mouth. Well that's great. I'll be seeing those papers soon, I'm guessing. How wonderful, not. "Uh, sir, you can't sign-"

"NO ENTRY."

I slipped on my glasses and cranked my head to pop it. His body ached from the flying and I'm sure Blackjack would say the same. Poor guy. Percy promised him a whole bag of donuts when they returned. On that happy note, Blackjack took off too quickly before I could get a grip and fell backwards off the chariot. Percy was on the ground with laughter, tears in his eyes.

With Percy's translation, which wasn't as good since he was too busy laughing, Blackjack promised to share a quarter of a donut with me. Declining, I got situated again, hanging on tighter than I would have. Now, I rubbed his back with the paining memory.

"Terminus," I saw Reyna before she could say anything. She was in her praetor wear with her Athena cloak of indestructibility. She gave me a sideways smile as she approached, her eyes on their regular alert. "You know how this works. Let Jason in."

Terminus huffed and bounced to the right, his back to Reyna, clearly not wanting to budge.

"Terminus…" Reyna said in a warning tone.

"All right, all right!" He growled and with a pop, he was gone. I patted Blackjack on the muzzle and led him camp.

It was silent between them as we descended the hill. The Tiber River was sparkling below, making me wishing I had time to just have a walk around the camp, peacefully without worrying about those dreams of minor goddess and gods wanting attention and demanding they have shrines as soon as possible. My Bucket List had a least 150 immortals on hold.

The worst part of it all was that I hardly got to spend any time with Piper nowadays. We would chat and laugh together. At Camp Half-Blood, we made sure to get as much time together at the campfires and the days Nico insisted I take a break.

"I'm not trying to offend you," Nico had said, "But you look awful. Take a break, will ya, before you drive us both insane."

Reyna took care of Blackjack by flying him across the river in one smooth glide. Blackjack seemed to trust Percy and Reyna more than anyone else in the world. Percy and Reyna worked so well with the black Pegasus.

I stepped out of the chariot I used to ride in across the river. The 'junk' was piled up on the side. It wasn't much, but that was because it was the final load for the Eris, or Discordia in Rome, shrine. The reason Terminus didn't like this shrine was because Discordia was the goddess of chaos, strife, and discord. The goddess had a counterpart, Concordia, or Harmonia in Greek. She was the goddess of anything opposite of Discordia.

"So…" I said awkwardly as Reyna rode on Blackjack down the cobblestone of Camp Jupiter. I walked at her side, so I had to crank my head up to see her face. One eye was squinted because of the glare of sunlight in my glasses.

"So…" Reyna mocked, looking down at me with a tight smile. "Still speechless and yet we see each other every week. I thought it was better than that."

"It is!" I blurted out. "I mean, I'm just tired with the, you know, the going back and forth thing."

"Ah," Reyna couldn't hide her amusement. Her eyes gleamed in the light.

As we approached the shrine, what I saw made my mouth hang open and my glasses fall half way down my face. The shrines they were working on was in ruins. The white and green stone and emerald was a pile of dust and debris.

Even Reyna looked shocked. "What in the name of…?"

"I didn't mean to!"

Both of our heads whirred towards the voice. A 6-year-old boy with curly black hair and green eyes that looked so innocent I almost had the urge to hug him. His hands were extended and showed nimble fingers.

Reyna hopped off of Blackjack, but she didn't look furious, just sad. "Oh Harry…"

Harry backed up, tears in his eyes. "I-I was just walking then I saw it. I promise I didn't mean no harm."

Reyna reached out to touch his shoulders, but he shrank back, fear in his eyes.

"Harry, nobody is going to punish you. Just explain what happened." Reyna reassured. This time, Harry let her grab his shoulder, but he still looked tense.

Harry looked at me with those huge pleading eyes. "I was just trying to get the arena for a meeting, but then I saw this place. I didn't know what it was, and I really, REALLY didn't want to find out, so I stepped away. But then I got angry over something stupid. REALLY mad. I wanted to punch something, so I did. I don't know what happened next. All I know was that I was standing in that rubble. My hand still hurts."

I blinked and looked at Reyna in concern. A 6-year-old Hulk smashing down a shrine that belongs to the goddess of chaos. Reyna seemed to understand to.

"It's not your fault, Harry." Reyna ruffled his hair. "How about I get you to the infirmary to heal that hand."

That's when I saw how bad Harry's hand looked like. It was covered in blood, clearly going to need more than a sip of nectar. Maybe a glass. The blood dripped on the ground at his feet.

That's when I got an idea. "I'll take him."

Reyna eyed him suspiciously. I realized how fast I blurted that out. All I wanted right now was a break and not have to deal with the mess now. Reyna realized that when I gave her the best Harry plead with my eyes.

"All right." She pursed her lips and mounted Blackjack once again, who seemed to be anxious to leave, whining and stomping his hooves. I unlatched the chariot and watched them gallop out of sight around the corner.

I turned back to Harry, who seemed to be even more scared because he was solid 5 feet farther than he was a minute ago. I gave him a smile and held out a hand. As for Harry's hand, it was still dripping blood.

"No need to be scared. I'm Jason Grace." I introduced myself stepping up a bit. Harry made an uneasy sound and stepped backwards. Even though I knew his name, I asked, "What's yours?"

Harry's child cheeks were clear of acne and grim. Two dimples played on his face when he tried for a smile, but it ended up fading away. Like his eyes wouldn't allow it. "Harrison Butcher."

"Well, Harry, I'm guessing you're okay with people calling you, there's no reason to feel bad for anything you did."

Harry's depressing eyes searched him up and down. If I didn't know better, I would've said he was a Pluto's kid. But that was a stereotype and I had to get over it.

Suddenly, Harry turned and sprinted down the cobblestone. With an intake of breath, I hurried after him, but made sure to keep my distance. If this kid felt like a deer when being chased down by a wolf, I had to change that. I couldn't cage him, nor could I grab him. That would just make the tension stronger. Instead, I followed him wherever he was running. He winded down streets, pushing past demigods in uniform.

Who in the Hades was this kid? Why was he so afraid? Whose god/goddess did he belong to?

As I gave my pardons to the demigods, I was huffing and puffing, but the kid still looked like he didn't just run a mile. Actually, I felt they both ran 3 miles without stopping.

Finally, after running around shops and the arena, Harry ran into the lifesaver, Hazel herself. Hazel had her back turned and was talking to three other demigods at the entryway of the coliseum shaped arena. Harry made the mistake of glancing back to see if I was still following and ran over Hazel. The three demigods backed up in shock as Hazel and Harry both hit the ground with a huge impact.

I stopped in my tracks with an 'eeeeeeeeeee….' Then slowly made my way over. Harry scrambled up, just fall back down with a dazed look in his eyes. Hazel's chin was scraped from the fall, but otherwise pretty okay. She stood up first with the help of the three demigods, but they didn't seem anxious to help Harry up. Being all of good nature, Hazel helped him, her hands patting off his dusty shirt.

"Uh, hey, Hazel!" I called as I approached. Hazel looked at me with surprised.

"Wow, I'm guessing you saw that." Hazel's mouth twitched into a smile.

"Actually, that was my fault." I looked at Harry with cocked head. "Why did you run away, Harry?"

Harry hid behind Hazel in a moment's flash and Hazel didn't protest against it. Just studied me with a look that said, Oh, Jason… You kill me sometimes but in that friendly way.

"gods, Harry, look at your hands." Hazel turned her attention on Harry who seemed to be glued to her. Hazel pried him off and took his wrists, turning them in examination. "What did you do?"

"I smashed a building…" Harry said in shame, letting his head drop, like he was being punished and he knew he deserved it.

"Josh," Hazel looked one of the three demigods and handed Harry over. Josh was pale skinny looking dude with a kind smile. "Please take Harry to the infirmary. As for you," Hazel turned to me. I smiled sheepishly. "You might be wanting some explanations."