So here I am, writing on a couch in the Big House the night after my birthday. Seymour is snoring across from me, and demigods keep popping in to comment. It feels great knowing that I'm no longer trapped in my cabin or the camp, though it isn't a bad place. In fact, it's a wonderful place, and I hope to visit often on my travels. Mattie is packing her things as I finish here, and tomorrow we head off. Where? I've got no clue. Zeus said they'd take care of everything, so for now, it's a matter of me feeling my way around America, trying to find my siblings.

Why am I writing all this? What Dionysus had said about no one knowing I exist scared me, so I thought, why not write it myself? Who knows if this will last long enough for anyone to read it, but as long as it's safe here at Camp Half-Blood, there should be at least a few people who know I'm around. Maybe I'll take a journal with me and write down some of my adventures, but it'd only be for mine and Mattie's eyes. I've got to stay a secret for as long as I can.

Alright, Chiron is saying it's time for lights out. I need some sleep before the big day tomorrow. The tree outside isn't going away, either, so I'll need to make sure it's taken care of while I'm away. I've decided to let the camp name it (Hazel wants to name is Leo so she can punch it. Acceptable), since I'll be away for so long. I hope it's here when new demigods arrive at the camp. It'll be great for the summer.

I have to sign off now. If anyone is really reading this, know that everything I've written has been the truth. No one will talk about me, no one will mention my name. There will be no trace of me save for these letters and the tree, but even those won't be connected to my name. It's for the better, and now you the reader know why.

So, if we never happen to meet up while I'm off taking care of the giants, it's been a blast writing for you.

Cheers for now,

Aeneas Forrester (and Mattie Smith, duh)

END

And there we have it, people. You are the first and only to read the secret files of Aeneas, the only demititan of Camp Half-Blood. Don't try to find him in the other stories, because now you know that he and Mattie are off on their own, fending off the giants as we speak. It's been so much fun writing this story, and I'm so happy you guys gave up some of your free time to read it and comment on it. I never thought so many would actually enjoy it (TWELVE followers at this moment!), and I really can't thank you guys enough.

With a big move on the horizon and Magnus Chase book 2 coming out in a couple of months, be sure to read up and catch up. I don't know what I'll post next in terms of story, but for now, I'm just glad to have given Aeneas the proper sendoff he deserves (and Mattie too, duh).

Thanks for reading!