A/N: Alright guys, I know it's been forever and you probably for got all about me, or thought that I died, but here is the last chapter. I'm sorry that it took so long but it was really hard to write for some reason.

Anyway, if there it still anyone reading thing, please let me know what you think. Thank you so much, guys.

The Sun God's Daughter

Chapter 21

The loud boisterous activity of the Pavilion seems to stall. The very breeze itself stills as a defining silence stretches to every table of the normally rioting campers.

It seems only a second before a shadow falls over me, and that, combined with the curious quite, draws my attention away from my starving girlfriend, and to the looming face framed by disarrayed, tangled and dirty brown hair.

There is the slightly unearthly beauty that almost all demigods appear to have, only it's dampened by the stiff square jaw and fierce glower that twists the face into something scary.

It is the last face many monster have ever seen, and many demigods, the smart ones, run from with its first appearance.

It's a face that I've seen grow soft, smoothing into something pretty, show the pain of loss, determination of a challenge, teasing with a twist of lips, concerned and gentle.

I grin up at the glaring face of my best friend (that I don't consider part of my original small family from the streets).

Even if the glare was directed at me, I wouldn't have been afraid. Leah stiffens at my side as she too looks up into Clarisse's cold gaze.

One glance from the daughter of war, directed at the tables, has hesitant conversation starting up again, though I do not doubt the audience this particular conversation is going to have.

"I hear you're dating Little Miss Sunshine here," Clarisse crosses her arms and stares down at the wolf-girl beside me.

Leah slowly stands, meal forgotten, deceptively calm.

There is a slight tremble in her hands in response the not-really-veiled threat in the voice.

"If you mean Juliet, I am." Leah says slowly, glancing at me to gage my reaction to this particular opponent.

My grin just widens in amusement. Clarisse always said she was eager to give the shovel talk whenever I finally stated dating.

Leah's attention quickly flickers back to my brutish friend, shoulders relaxing some with my unconcerned expression.

Clarisse acts like she never spoke. "See, Sunny here, means a lot to a lot of people at camp; she might be one of the older campers, but she's been here for a long time and is still considered the baby at this place. This place really likes stabbing things with sharp objects. Especially when someone hurts its own. You get me?"

Leah relaxes completely with the understanding my friend's threatening statement provides, and even manages a small genuine smile.

"I understand."

"Good," Clarisse's face softens marginally, only enough for someone who really knows her, to notice. Several of my siblings scramble away as Clarisse steps forward and slides onto the newly vacated spot on the bench with practiced ease. She doesn't spare the younger, fearful, Apollos an acknowledging glance.

"Clarisse," I scold lightly, not really expecting any repentance. "Must you try to intimidate my girlfriend and scare my siblings? They are still just kids. My siblings I mean- not my girlfriend. She's definitely not a kid- wait, that didn't come out right- I mean- it's just that-" I break off as my face slowly starts getting warmer as each fumbling word falls from my mouth before processing in my brain. "-I'm just going to shut up now."

Both older females smile at me, Leah's expression laced with more endearment.

"You're adorable, Sunshine, and yes; yes, I must. At least I stopped shoving their heads in the toilet."

"There is that," I concede grudgingly, but with the ease of having conceded to this argument many times before. My grin becomes wicked. "You're much nicer now."

She makes a sound of indignant protest. "I am not nice; I don't do nice. I'm mature, that's what I am, though I can't say the same for you."

I sigh happily, slouching into my amused girlfriend when I can't think of a single argument to refute that.

My new position brings the attention back to the wolf girl next to me, who is still somewhat stiff and unsure of what to do.

Clarisse folds her arms and leans her elbows heavily on the wooden table.

"So I hear you turn into a giant puppy." The line is left open, a silent question and vaguely friendly.

...

"So you've lived here since you were five?" Leah asks, glancing out the window of the Big House to the view of the strawberry fields where the Demeter cabin and the single Dionysus son that is left, tend to the dark green plants.

"Yeah," I sigh wistfully, and my girlfriend's attention is once again pulled back to me. "This is my home. It's my literal world."

I feel the guilt of not telling her that if it came down to her or them, I would choose them. I did make that choice, already, back in Washington. I was already prepared to leave if it came down to one fight or the other.

I open my mouth to tell her, but gods she's so nice and I know I love her and I really don't want to ruin this. I don't want it to come down to her or them; I don't want to choose.

But that's when I know something changed. Because, back in Washington, I didn't give choosing a second thought. It's my family that raised me, or my girlfriend I only met a few months ago, and I'm just realizing that new members of my family are joining all the time. Maybe, some day I'll start to consider her family, and there will be no difference choosing between the two. Because she is family.

"Hey, is that...?"

I look at what caught Leah's attention, and smile.

"Yeah." I walk closer to the wall of pictures, dating all the way back to when the camera was first evented. "That's me."

I point to my younger self, draped over Luke's shoulders and laughing as Annabeth pouts on the ground. There is a picture strip from a photo booth that has all four of my original family crammed together, making funny faces. There are newer ones of me and Annabeth curled together on her bed, my group together again, minus Luke, after Thalia came back to life, and more and more with other campers that had come to mean something to me other than blood, and there was still an entire wall full of other demigods, years before, that dominated the space.

Leah runs her eyes over every single picture with an expression on her face that I can't place, but it makes my chest feel warm.

Slowly, hesitantly, I start to explain each picture that I was there to know the story of.

Eventually, I fall silent and just let Leah marvel at the wall. After several minutes, she makes her way across the room, running her eyes over each picture and person that is now long deceased.

The nostalgic feeling that had started in my chest vanishes, as she seems to stall on a picture, stunned.

"Juliet, look at this."

I take a few steps closer and dip my head closer to the old photo she pointed out.

It's like all the other pictures of campers, black and white, with several teenagers on the older side. Their arms are wrapped around each other, smiles wide.

I can't find anything odd about it until my eyes hesitate on the girl in the middle, short even as she stands on her toes, long hair inky black and chaotic at its long length.

"It's the that...?" She hesitates.

"Alice," I breathe, because even though her hair is long and this girl is definitely human, that is undeniably Alice's grinning face.

"Ah," the voice of the Activities director startles me; I hadn't heard him wheel his chair in. "Mary Alice Brandon. One of your sisters, you know, and one of the most talented Apollo children I've ever met. When she slept, she had premonitions that saved the camp more than once."

"What happened to her, Chiron?" I ask wearily.

"To be quite honest, I don't know. She went to visit her sister after mother died and never came back."

Leah and I exchange hesitant looks.

...

"You're what?!" I gasp, staring in disbelief through the refracted colors in the rainbow. The Iris Message connection is strong from Percy's fountain, so it's not that I didn't hear my mortal cousin. It's just that I didn't like what I heard and hoping she'll tell me something different this time around.

Her frown is displeased, but her blush is still clear on her pale cheeks.

"I'm marrying Edward. A real wedding and a real honeymoon, and you can't change my mind."

I groan, having known before I even started the argument that she wouldn't, but still wishing he would.

"But he's so annoying," I complain. "He is rude, and condescending, and has stupid hair."

Bella actually becomes a little amused. "At least it's not because he's a vampire."

"Oh yeah," I mumble, smacking my forehead with the palm of my hand. "I forgot about that. But now that you mention it- he's a vampire!"

I don't actually care that he is a vampire, the lingering problems I had about that disappeared completely when I found out Alice was my half sister.

"I know that," she says, defensive again.

"Alright, fine, but you are not allowed to get married until you can hold your own against me in a fight. As soon as we get back, you're starting training."

Whatever coloring she has, vanishes from her face.

"Oh god," she says, but she's not out right refusing. She's quiet for a long time, long enough for me to have to throw in another drachma, with a clear inner war projected on her expression. "Okay," she eventually sighs, "okay, fine."

"Great!" I cheer, hopping in place. "Okay, I have to go pack now, so bye!" I swipe my hand through the mist before she can change her mind.

Leah is left gaping as she watches me load weapon after weapon into an empty suitcase. She is slowly shaking her head back and forth in denial, so I continue packing, patiently waiting for her question.

It comes a moment later.

"Why?"

"I'm going to start training Bella so she can marry her Vampire."

The wolf's sigh sounds tired, but accepting.

"Alright then." She slings my bag over her shoulder after I zip it, and offers her hand. "Come on. Let's go home."

I pause in my advance, hand hesitating over her's as I look up in surprise.

Home? Camp has always been my home. But...

A slow, shy, smile spreads across my face and I take her outstretched hand almost delicately.

I would like home to be with her as well.