:) Thanks, everyone! And I'm horribly sorry for taking so long to update, I was on vacation :(

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ThePercyJacksonOracle: I just wanted to say thanks for being such a loyal follower. You followed TLG practically the second I put it up, and you review too. It means so much to me :) And in response to your review, yeah, the Romans are weird :( And about the whole Frank/Jason thing….wow. I am so dumb. I forgot about that. Well, Jason isn't really Greek anymore, so yes, Frank would be praetor. I should probably change that, but I'd rather leave it un-canon like that. Thanks for pointing that out.

AnnabethPiperHazel246: I'm glad to see the story is punching your feels button.

PercyJacksontheChicken: True that. But I couldn't have Grover swaggering around with a huge ego, especially since he just learned that his two closest friends have just died, so… And I guess that because Chiron cleared his throat beforehand he got through the announcements xD

LUKE

(Luke is dead. Just an FYI. And I put him in Elysium, just because I think he went there and I don't remember if he actually did go or not in canon.)

Luke was wandering around Elysium, bored out of his mind. He didn't want to go barbecuing at some ancient Greek hero's house, and he didn't want to make leis and party. He wanted to practice fighting and get better and use his newfound eternity in paradise to become the best swordsman he could ever be. He also didn't want to be subject to the hushed whispers and glances that followed him wherever he went, just because everyone thought he didn't deserve Elysium.

Not that he blamed them. He deserved the glances and whispers.

Sighing, he sat down on the grass, his back against a pine tree that reminded him of Thalia's. It was his only connection now to the camp he had once called home. Once called home-not because he was dead, but because they all hated him now. Not that he didn't deserve that.

Luke was watching the circle of grass that newcomers usually popped onto when they arrived. It wasn't very often that people came to Elysium, so he was surprised when two figures suddenly appeared.

And even more surprised when he recognized them. Percy and Annabeth!

"Annabeth," he whispered, and she must have heard him, because she glanced over at him, and suddenly she was running, and Luke threw his arms open and hugged her, forgetting the miserable years he'd spent, forgetting the grief he'd wallowed in, and only remembering Annabeth.

Percy walked over, smiling. "Hey, Luke."

"Percy," he said guiltily, and let go of Annabeth. "I don't deserve this, but thank you anyway."

"Don't deserve what?"

"You acting like this, acting like…you forgive me."

"We did, a long time ago," Percy said gently. "We understand what you were feeling, and why you did it. We can't forgive the things you did, but we've already forgiven you."

Luke felt his eyes widen. "I…thank you," he breathed. Then he shook his head. "Enough of that. I've done it too many times. Now, why are you here? What did the gods send you here for? And what quest on earth would send you to Elysium?" Percy and Annabeth had been on crazy quest over the years, and that was probably why they were here.

Annabeth shook her head. "No, Luke." Her voice was impossibly gentle. "It isn't a quest."

"So you…" He couldn't even say the words.

"Yeah," Percy said.

"I….I'm sorry," Luke said finally. He couldn't think of anything better to say.

"It's okay," Percy said.

A few moments of silence passed. Then Luke said, "Do you want me to show you around?"

"Sure," Annabeth said.

So Luke took his friends around their new home, peace in his heart. Today, he had finally begun to forgive himself.