Some Years Later.
Percy POV
"Daddy!" my five year old daughter runs into the room, her cheeks flushed from running, her big grey eyes wide. "Daddy there is a girl outside and she says that she knows you and Mummy is," She takes a huge breath, "crying. Daddy come quickly!"
I get up and grab riptide and her hand. I follow her through the house, until we reach Annabeth, who is crying a hugging a girl.
"Hello?" I say.
Annabeth turns around, "Percy!" She says, the tears trickling down her cheeks, but she is smiling, "Percy it's..."
"Me," A voice says. A voice I thought I'd never hear again. Annabeth steps aside, and I see Helena standing there. She looks slightly older, her face thinner, her hair longer, but she's alive. She opens her arms and I hug her tightly, and she hugs me back, and we stay there, in the street, hugging and crying and together.
"You're old," She says when we pull apart.
"I'm thirty," I reply, and we start laughing, I don't even know why, but we are.
"I missed you," She said, "All those years."
I start tearing up again, "I missed you more."
We hug again tightly, and then Helena turns to the five year old who is kicking her.
"Hello," She smiles, brushing back a strand on her black hair, "What's your name?"
She smiles up at her, and I can see it, the fascination, the worshipping, her treating Helena like a role model.
"Helena," She says, "You're pretty,"
Helena takes my daughters hand, "One day, we'll explain everything." She says, "But now I have to go."
"Not yet!" I say, "You've just arrived."
She hugs me, and taps her charm bracelet, which grows into a bow and arrow. "I can't explain Percy," She says. "Not now,"
"Will you come back?" I ask. She kisses me on the cheek.
"After I've kicked butt, I'll come back," she says. "I promise."
"But..."
She hugs me, and pulls out a wickedly sharp arrow, adorned with a skull, "If I hadn't died Percy," She says, "I'd be around twenty six. I can look after myself Percy."
I nod slowly, and she pats my cheek, before running away. She turns and holds out a hand, and I see a dark figure grab it, before the disappear.
"She's cool Daddy," Helena says, shaking back her black curly hair, "Who is she?"
"She's your Aunty." I say, and I pick her up, "Aunt Helena."