Chapter 14- Finally Finale

Diana's POV

After capture the flag, we had our usual campfire. I sat in a group with all of my friends and my brothers. We all were talking about the different things that happened during the game; Ginnifer was congratulated on actually capturing the flag without using any magic at all. Ginnifer told us how Sandra played a sleeping hymn at the people guarding the flag and how they all passed out. Aelix, who was a victim of this, laid on me with his head resting on my shoulder, and hadn't woken up yet. Eva was awake now, however we could tell she was fighting off slumber. Ammon and Joselyn apparently had quite the duel. Both had to be taken to the infirmary afterwards and were teasing each other about who actually won. Joselyn figured since she had less wounds she won; Ammon said since he was the one to actually drag her to the infirmary, he won. Ginnifer speculated that since both of them had to go to the infirmary they both lost. Joselyn retorted that she was in the care of a cute daughter of Apollo who expressed interest and therfore she was the winner. Ugene and I had been included in the capture the flag game, which was great. No one went easy on me. They treated me like an equal. Marie sparred with me for most of the game before Ugene finally learned how to conjure vines and trapped Marie in a cocoon of them. I returned after and helped her out of them.

As i gaze upon my friends in the dim light of the campfire I come to realize something.

I grew up in an abusive household. The woman I thought was my mother treated me like I was a monster. She verbally berated me, allowed Ares to perform horrible experiments on me, and had an alcohol problem. I was kicked out of schools for monster attacks and mental breakdowns in which I harmed others. I was living a lie; I didn't know I was a demigod and that was the reason for all of the shit happening. There were a few boyfriends of my "mother's" that were decent but went running for the hills after a few months, sometimes weeks.

After I found a school where I could fit in, I was attacked and thrown into the ocean to die. I had my world flipped upside down.

My father was kidnapped shortly after reuniting with me. My brothers tortured me and I felt discombobulated and out of place. I was the anchor of a an army. I almost died; my brother who needed serious help died by suicide. I was kidnapped by a man I trusted and brought across the country to a new series of tortures. I had to readjust to 'normal' life. My friends came to rescue me but it wasn't me.

I woke up in the torture place, knowing that my friends thought I was with them and knowing they wouldn't come for me. I couldn't save myself. I was tortured beyond my limits and I broke. I wanted to die. I didn't care the consequence, I just wanted the pain to stop.

I rescued myself. I saved myself and my friends. My friends saved me. They were gentle and caring and better than I deserve. They helped me through thick and thin. I was still broken though, and sick. They helped me get professional help, giving support and comfort. My friends understood that recovery is not linear. They knew that I would have downfalls and were there every step of the way. They had their own problems and issues and we all helped each other through it.

Now? As I look at my friends, seeing their happy faces laughing and teasing and joking, I come to realize that as long as we have each other for support we can overcome anything.

And I, for the first time I can remember, am finally...

Happy.

The End

A/N: Hey guys! Thanks so much for reading this 6-year piece of work. I will miss writing these characters. I hope that you all enjoyed it.