Epilogue
Years have passes, and Percy and Annabeth Jackson are happily living in their small house by the ocean. Twenty-eight years old and looking down upon their new baby girl, Jane Athena. They picked the name Jane because it was an innocent name, a happy, cute, little girl name. Athena because Annabeth noted that she was a strong and wise goddess that had great strategy and battle plans. The sound of the waves crashing gently along the powdery sand soothed the baby as she slept. But somewhere, two girls wanted to kill Annabeth. They sat and waited for years, dreaming of some day being let out so they can murder the girl who supposedly ruined their lives. In Percy and Annabeth's quiet house, the television suddenly broke out into a news story about a two girls breaking out of an insane asylum, they showed pictures of the escapees and Annabeth and Percy held their breaths, knowing that nothing was quite over yet.
The End?
