This is the last chappie! I'm so excited, and not, at the same time. R&R, my good people!

"Welcome to the Smithsonian Museum," the overhead voice said.

I looked around. The place was pretty cool, no matter how many times I came here.

"Where will we go?" Haley asked me. "You wanna just go and wait for the girls?"

"Sure," I said. "I just wanna go look at the Greek section."

He rolled his eyes. "You're lame, dude. It's a bunch of pots."

"And swords," I said. "Weapons and armor and pictures. I was probably a Greek warrior in a previous life."

"You were probably a nerd in your previous life," he said. "A Greek geek."

"Just sit down," I said.

"No way," he answered. "If I let you go to that stuff alone, you'll be slobbering all over the cases, and taking notes, and getting all heart-eyed at the friskies and stuff."

"Frescoes," I said.

"Yeah. That's what I said."

I shrugged. "So are you coming or staying?"

"Let's go," he said, pulling me along. "Let's go see the amazing Greek rubble and pots. I'm so excited, cause this is how I want to spend my weekend."

I shook my head.

"This was in Athens, like two-thousand years ago," I said. "It was a grave marker for a rich merchant."

"It's a fricking rectangle," he said.

"This was a vat for wine," I said. "It was used three thousand years ago, in the king of Chalcydon's palace."

"Shards!" he declared. "Glorious shards!"

"This was a mural on a tomb, for a supposed son of…Zeus…" I said, trailing off. "Son of Zeus."

"It's a…it's a bunch of squares," he said, squinting. "Amazing."

He wandered off. "What's this?" he asked, pointing to a jar.

"It's a storage jar," I said. "They called it a pithos. It was used for wine and stuff like that."

"So it's basically a wine bottle," he said. "A broken wine bottle that the psychos used to stab each other. The Greek drunks."

"Whatever," I said. "Let's go."

We walked back to the lobby.

"Hey, look," he said, shaking me. "It's a pithy. Pithas. The psycho wine bottle thingy."

We were on a city sidewalk. There wouldn't be a pithos out here.

Right?

"Dude, look," he said. "It's right there. Against the wall."

I looked. He was right. There was one. And it looked real.

"Is it…for a museum?" I asked.

The jar was just there. Nobody even gave it a second glance.

"It's not broken," he said. "The thing's totally perfect. Let's sell it. It's probably worth more."

"It's probably a fake," I protested, but I followed him over to the pithos.

It was covered with pictures. It showed another pithos, open, with a bunch of demons flying out. A girl was holding the picture pithos.

"It's like Pandora's jar," I said.

"Jar? Dude, it was a box," he said.

"Box. Right. Never mind."

"Let's take it," he said.

"Leave it," I said. "Someone probably left it here for a second. They're gonna come back for it."

"Whatever."

We walked away.

We saw it again. It was later. The pithos was on the hood of my car.

"It's the psycho bottle," he said. "Okay, that's really weird. And disturbing."

"Someone's following us," I said.

"Just put it in the car and let's go," he said. "We'll take it to the museum."

"Okay. This is creepy, though."

"Hey, you have a stalker," he said, shoving me. "Maybe it's a girl."

"Maybe you can shut up," I said.

We put the jar into the car. It was heavy.

Well, that's what Haley said. I didn't want to touch it.

I dropped him off and drove home, with the pithos in my trunk.

When I got back to my house, I opened the trunk. The pithos was sitting there, completely innocent looking and safe. I picked it up.

Demigods.

Jake.

Gods.

Celestial bronze.

Monsters.

Pandora's pithos.

Olympus.

Tartarus.

Golden drachmas.

Charon.

Lethe.

Haley.

Camp Half-Blood.

I screamed. The memories of my last life came flooding back into my brain. I dropped the pithos back into the trunk and dropped to my knees, clutching my head.

The memories of everything I had done before came back. I remembered Percy, Jason, Nico, Tartarus. Rick. Everyone.

I remembered Tartarus.

I woke up in Camp. Chiron was standing next to my bed. "Hello, Jake," he said.

"Hello," I answered.

"Welcome back from the dead and the mortals," he said. "We have a lot to talk about."

Tartarus had been sent back to Taratarus when the 'blood from the Usurper' splashed over him. My blood combined with the knife in his chest had destroyed him.

I got back together with the rest of the team. They were all in their thirties now. Thalia and I mock them for being 'old'.

Now I'm pretty good friends with them. I talk to them a lot, hang out at Camp a lot. Go on a few quests. I'm a champion of Nike again.

So now, whenever I'm in California, I'll call Percy and ask for a nice earthquake free trip. Fun.

Anyway, the rest of them are going to the fireworks. I'll go too. May the gods be with you!

Asfalí taxídia kai oi theoí na sas kratísei asfalí.

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