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Disclaimer: If I had written Mark of Athena it would've been 191892493x worse! xD That is to say... I don't own it.

Epilogue

Percy

16 years after the war, and it was the anniversary of The Battle of Rome. Percy and Jason were sitting in the living room of their shared apartment, each grieving in their own way. It had been 16 years since they'd lost everyone they cared about, except eachother, and both couldn't seem to get over their losses.

The other five of the seven had all been killed in the War Against Gaia. Frank and Hazel obviously had died in Rome, him taken down by that gigantic dragon, and she being suffocated by Gaia herself.

Annabeth had passed away on the ship, the next night. Somehow, Medusa's sister Euryale had resurrected and snuck aboard the ship. Annabeth had been on night watch, left to battle the monster herself. Their fight had been so quick, Annabeth already being weak from the Mark, and disoreinted from the night. Euryale had gotten in a lucky hit with her razor sharp talons, striking her prey right in the neck. The others were too late to do anything, and could only watch as she died. Percy remembered holding her hand, trying his best not to cry; to be strong one last time for her. It was difficult, even if it had only taken Annabeth one minute and twenty-six seconds to lose all the air from her lungs, her punctured windpipes not supplying anymore. They had burned her in a silvery shroud.

Piper and Leo had each died at the final battle in Greece, but no one actually saw how. All they knew was that Piper's breast-plate had been corroded with acid, and Leo was nothing but a bloody mess. Percy didn't even want to describe how Jason had reacted, all he could saw was that it had been terrifying. Their bodies had been brought back to Camp Halfblood for a mass ceremony. Leo's shroud had been fiery red, with an outline of flames and a hammer, where Piper's had been a soft blue, with a golden dagger on it.

Among them, about fourty Greek and one hundred Roman campers had died in the war. Among them were Clarisse LaRue, Reyna Bell, Travis Stoll, Jake Mason, Dakota Merlot, and countless nymphs and satyrs. Also, dozens of Party Ponies had been killed.

And so, Percy and Jason were sitting in their apartment, mid-July, sixteen years after the war. Reminiscing and mourning old friends, long gone. The remaining campers, whether Roman or Greek, had formed a third camp that was a clash of cultures, but then again, America was a melting pot. Jason and Percy had been offered to regain their status of praetor, but both had forfeited. They'd decided to try living on their own in the real world. They tried to forget and move on.

And maybe in sixteen more years, they would be able to.

Wow that was morbid, even for me xD Good-bye, my lovelies. I shall see you all again in a few months. For now, I am on hiatus.