Hello. This is the final chapter to this story. Yes, the final chapter. I have posted a poll on my profile (or at least I think I did...) about whether or not there'll be a sequel. Enjoy the final chapter.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or its characters. I do, however, own Jaycee Carter, Drew Carter, Meg Andrews, Lana Austin, etc.


Epilogue

I'd pretty much abandoned school. I was thinking of going year-round at Camp half-Blood after this year ended. But I have to finish this year first.

Taking a deep breath I walked into the Mythology classroom. I slowly made my way to the Apollo table, people's eyes following me after I walk past them. When I sat down, everyone but a few were still watching me. Meg faced the board, but would glance over at me every now and then, just to make sure I was still here. I didn't blame her.

Lana sat at the Aphrodite table, listening to the latest gossip. It must've been something about me, because her face was red, and a scowl was on her face, flames ablaze in her eyes. One of the girls at her table looked over at me and whispered to Audrey Plow, and both started laughing.

The Hades table remained empty. I wonder if Nico's new mission was successful. He'd been charged with bringing a particularly powerful half-blood to camp.

Audrey stood from her table and marched over to mine. The couple of people who weren't out sick today scooted away from me.

"So," She snarls, a hip stuck out in a diva pose, "she lives. Unfortunately."

"You're still a jerk. Unfortunately," I glare, my arms crossed as I lean back in my chair.

"Where's your boyfriend in black? Dump you?" Audrey smiled and the Aphrodite table all laughed, with the exception of a still mad Lana. I let out a cold laugh.

"First of all, he's not my boyfriend. Second of all, it wouldn't have been your business if we had been dating. So I suggest that you move your skinny little ass back to your table and sit down like a good dog, before I get angry."

She glared, her cheeks bright red. Some of the kids in the class were biting their bottom lips, waiting for what was to come next. Audrey just turned on the heel of her Sperrys and marched back to her seat, but when she sat down she looked over her shoulder and smiled.

"You missed the play. I got the lead and it went off without a hitch!"

I smiled. "How many girls did you have to injure to get there, Audrey? All of them?"

The class couldn't contain any laughter by the time Mrs. A came into the room to start class. She welcomed me back from my long 'family reunion' and 'funeral of my brother'. She gave me her condolences. I just nodded, an impassive look on my face and a pang of guilt in my chest. I didn't like lying to Mrs. A. I didn't want to lie to Mrs. A, especially with lies like those, so easily believed.

I laughed silently to myself as these types of thoughts continued. It was hard to believe, that at one point, I thought I was like them, like these average, everyday mortals.

It had become hard to believe that I once thought I was normal. That we thought we were normal.


I watched him from the booth of the small Nashville café. I casually took a sip of my latte as I acted like I was scanning a magazine. It had been six months since he decided to forget and our dad granted his dying wish. Of course, he and the rest of my mortal family forgot, too. They no longer remember me, but I remember them. I couldn't help but notice the little details about them that changed. Drew's hair turned lighter, and his skin became tanner, and his teeth had yellowed a little, but they were still pretty white and you couldn't tell unless you were staring at them for a long time. He looked a lot more like Scott.

Currently, he was sitting in one of the tall chairs at the tables that, even with his nearing six foot height, his feet only barely brushed the floor. A brunette waitress with a pretty smile and Taylor Swift-like facial features carried a medium-sized coffee to Drew. As soon as they made eye contact I knew. The two stared into the others eyes for minutes on end, Drew's hand over her's as he slowly took the coffee. I couldn't help but smile.

The door dinged open and my eyes flickered to it, as it always did when I watched my brother. It was not a monster that entered the door, though. It was just Connor. I had asked him to come out here with me, just to make sure I didn't do anything stupid, like last time. I shuddered at the thought of last time.

Connor slid into the seat across from me and smiled. He reached across the table and took my fidgeting hand and squeezed it. I heard my dad's voice, whispering: He'll have a good life, I promise you.

"Hey," He said, forcing me to look at him while he talked instead of my brother. He let go of my hand and said, "He's fine."

I smiled and nodded. "I know." The waitress reluctantly walked away from Drew and approached our table. She had a bright smile on her face and her cheeks were a rosy color. She looked like she couldn't stop smiling. Her name tag read 'Alanna'.

"Hello," She said. Her voice didn't have that Nashville accent, I noted. She turned to Connor. "Anything I can get you, sir?"

Connor shook his head. "No thanks. I'm good."

"Alanna. That's a pretty name," I told her with a small smile. If she is who I think she's going to be in my brother's new life, I want to be her friend. Alanna smiled and let out a small laugh.

"Alanna's not my name. I'm borrowing this outfit from her. Someone spilt their coffee all over me a few hours ago and Alanna was going on her break, so she lent it to me. My name's Noelle."

I smile a little wider. "Noelle is an even prettier name. I'm Jaycee."

"It's nice to meet you, Jaycee," She smiled and nodded, before she walked away to help another costumer. Connor looked at me and rolled his eyes, but the corners of his lips twitched upward.

"I think we should start heading back to camp now, Jay. Chiron did say a brief visit."

I sigh and say ok. We leave Noelle a tip at the table and I pay for my latte up front. I wish the cashier a good day and exit the little Nashville café with Connor. Entwining our fingers, we quickly walked through the city till we found a more discreet location to call for some pegasi. A pure white Pegasus and a tawny one descended from the sky and whinnied, lowering their heads, beckoning us to get on.

Letting go of his hand, I mounted the white Pegasus and he mounted the other. We ascended into the sky in circles, flying away from the sun in the direction of New York. Before we got too far away, I looked back, trying to spot that little Nashville café without any luck.

And it occurs to me again, how normal my life feels as a demigod and how strange it seemed when I thought about how I once thought I'd been a mortal with only mortal problems to deal with. How funny that thought is, when I look back on it.

And We Thought We Were Normal.


There you have it. The end of the story. Goodbye for now and check out my other stories!

~*J.C*~