I did the impossible. I lived past the age of sixteen. I beat the Titans. I saved Olympus. I evaded death more times than even my wife knew. I survived angry gods and the wrath o the Titans. I took on the Curse of Achilles.

I did it all. Yet here I am, dying. Not because of Olympus or the Romans, or even because I'm truly sick. In all honesty I never expected to live to see this moment. I am dying of old age.

I managed the impossible, I lived a full and even happy life as a son of Poseidon. I had a beautiful wife, four amazing children, three boys and one girl, and sixteen grandchildren. I even have one great granddaughter, her name is Annabeth, after her great grandmother.

My children lived happy lives. Completely shielded from Olympus and the demigods. Between the two of us, Annabeth and I, managed to keep the monsters off their scent into adulthood. If it weren't or the fact that my eldest son had a child with Aphrodite, they never would have known of Camp Half Blood. My grandson, unfortunately, died at the age of ten. I hunted the monster that hurt my family for years.

I am ninety five years old. I survived the loss of my best friend, the girl with stormy grey eyes. A brain tumor. The irony of it still amazes me. Her greatest weapon cost her everything. Annabeth died ten years ago. She died in the very room I lie in now. Chiron allowed me to bury her where Thalia's tree once stood.

My adventure is reaching its last page now. I can tell. I can't say I am scared, after all I'll get to see Annabeth again. I just hope my family does not mourn. I do not want to hurt them anymore. They deserve the happiness that I always hoped for.

I smile as a man I once knew enters the room. He hasn't aged a day in the forty years since I last saw him. My father smiles at me as he takes a seat next to my bed.

"You have done well my son." I smile slightly. Poseidon wipes at his eyes as he looks at me. He knows I only have moments left now. My children shuffle in with their children. My eldest grandson places his one year old daughter in my arms.

Little Annabeth looks up at me with curious grey eyes. Her black hair falling messily in front of them. My grandchildren press closer to my bed. The youngest few even crawling up next to me.

It is in that moment that my chest tightens, but not in sadness. My time is up and I must join my old friends in my uncle's realm. The last thing I see, just as my eyes close for the final time, is a room full of people that I love.

A/N I guess I'm in a really angst-y mood lately but again I'm trying to get back into the swing o things around here so please please please leave a review. Criticism always welcome