Rewards, Percabeth, Life Change (End)

A/N: Welcome, to the last chapter of 'Love and Hate's Daughter!' You're probably wondering, 'but Ana, you have to do fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh years, plus Heroes of Olympus!' (HOO might be skipped over...it depends on how I feel when I'm done with fourth year) that's what sequels are for.

I went back and did some changes to Chapter 49. (You know, made a time skip of June and July, so I could get to the Battle in August. I had to remember the Battle was in August. They would NOT have the War Council just after Lina gets back from Hogwarts.

Enjoy the last chapter of 'Love and Hate's Daughter!' :)

The sequel will be up by Tuesday or Wednesday, but most likely Tuesday ;) It will be located on my profile, Poseidon's Slytherclaw Erudite, and it will be called:

The Years of Change

*UPDATE* For all the new readers, it's located under my new pen-name That-One-Perfectionist-Girl now! :D

Okay, now you can read the story ;)


Lina POV

When the three Fates took Luke's body, I tried to give them a defiant glare. They screwed around with my life for far too long. Move on to someone else's. On second thought, don't screw up anybody's life.

But one of them challenged the glare, and all of a sudden I saw my life flash before my eyes; I was seventeen, then forty, then eighty, then dead. That would be nice, but...the thing is...demigods don't usually live that long.

Most of us get killed before we even reach twenty five.

"Wait!" Hermes says. He goes over and kisses Luke's forehead and mutters an ancient blessing.

Percy accidentally grabs Annabeth's arm, causing her knees to buckle and for her to fall.

"She needs help!" Percy yells and Apollo steps forward, puts a hand over her face, and murmurs an incantation, causing the cuts and bruises to disappear.

"Heal her!" Anne demands, pushing me forward.

Apollo does the same thing to me, and all the cuts and bruises on my body slowly disappear, and I was able to take off the sling wrapped around my arm.

"Much better, thanks." I sigh. "Now I don't have to explain the scars to Harry," I mutter under my breath.

"How about this," Apollo says. "'Apollo and his friends save Olympus. Good, eh?"

"Thanks," Percy says. "I'll, um, let you handle the poetry."

The rest of the hour went by fairly quickly. Congratulations were sent, mainly towards Percy, Annabeth, and me. A lot of the Campers, including Anne, left for Camp, after she got to have her very first talk with her mother.

I was suddenly wrapped in a hug, and I instantly smelled perfume. I look up. "Mom," I breathe.

"Lina dearest, I'm so proud at what you've done for Olympus!" My mother beams.

"Thanks," I say. "But you should really go over and thank Kelp He—I mean Percy."

My mom sighs and shakes her head. "While Percy played a major role in Olympus's fate, so did you. You were determined. You continued fighting for what was right, no matter how much pain you were in, and you helped Luke Castellan remember his promise, causing him to save Olympus. A lot of people, my fellow Olympians even, label my girls as shallow and conceited, and you always go out there and prove them wrong! This is why I am proud to have you as a daughter."

I stand there, stunned. Gods aren't allowed to get close with their demigod children, so we demigods take every word of praise or affection we get from our godly parents to heart.

"Thank you, mom," I beam.

"Don't mention it." She says. "Oh...and by the way...when are Percy and Annabeth going to get together?! They'd be so cute together!" She squeals.

"Oh my gods, I know, I know!" I squeal. "They should by this summer, I think. I made a bet with Connor Stoll that they would."

She nods. "Speaking of relationships...do you have anyone that catches your eye?"

I blush. "Not really, mom."

She smiles knowingly. "Hmm." She says. "What about...the Potter boy?"

I start to wonder how my mother could've known about the whole thing with Harry, or even who the Hades he is, but I remember: she's the Olympian Greek Goddess of Love. Of course she knows. "No!" I exclaim. "Friendship—best friends."

"Alright," she says. "I just want to leave you with a couple things: one being I am very proud of you, and two being, your fourth year will be an important part of your love life. This will be your year. Get ready."

I nod, confused.

Someone else charges towards me, wrapping me up in a strong hug. "Air," I gasp. "I'm happy to see you Tyson, but a girl needs to breathe."

He pulls away. "Sorry, Lina." He says sheepishly.

"You are alive!" He cheers.

I giggle. "Yep. And glad I am too." I say.

"We chained Typhon! It was fun!" Tyson beams. I look at all the other Cyclopes. As Tyson goes over to stand next to them, I feel really, really tiny.

"Tyson led us!" One of the Cyclopes cheered.

"Wow, that's wonderful!" I exclaim. "Typhon won't be bothering anybody anytime soon!"

Zeus started the council, talking about something boring that I tuned out of, until he says, "Which leaves us only the matter of thanking our young demigod heroes, who defended Olympus so well—even if there are a few dents in my throne."

Zeus calls Thalia forward first, and Artemis praises her for what she's done.

Then Zeus calls Tyson forward, and awards him to be General of the Cyclopes, and promises him a new—stick.

Then Dionysus calls up Grover. He tells him that he is a member of the Council of Cloven Elders, and when Grover hears this, he collapses on the spot.

The naiads carry him away, and I felt happy for him.

Next up was Annabeth, called up by her mother, Athena. Athena tells her how she will be Olympus's official architect.

"Wow," I tell Annabeth. "This is what you've always wanted, right?"

"Um, yeah." Annabeth says. "I'll have to start planning..."

"Lina Quimby," Aphrodite smiles. I kneel at her feet. "Oh, don't do that, it's too formal." She says. I stand up. "Throughout this war, you have persevered, determined, and showed extreme bravery and loyalty to save us all. I would like to pass a message to the Olympians that not all of my daughters are shallow. And this applies to my daughters Silena and Anne as well."

Your shallow daughter: *cough* Drew *cough*

She hands me a big, red box, wrapped like a present, complete with a purple bow. "Thank you for your service, my daughter." She smiles.

I stand next to Annabeth, and start to open it, when Poseidon's voice booms, "PERCY JACKSON!"

"A great hero must be rewarded," Poseidon says. "Is there anyone who would deny that my son is deserving?"

Nobody said anything. What idiot would deny it, anyway?

"The Council agrees. Percy Jackson, you will have one gift from the gods." Zeus says.

Then Zeus tells Percy how he would be made a god, immortal and undying, serving as his father's lieutenant for all time.

Annabeth, standing next to me, started going a really pale color and squeezing my hand so tight, it turned purple.

A lot of the gods were agreeing with the idea, and I smile, already thinking of saying to people with a smirk, 'Don't mess with me, my best friend's an immortal god! Oh, so you don't believe me? *cue the water from a nearby Lake soaking them in the face*!'

Preferably Draco Malfoy.

But I look at Annabeth's pale face and get a different side of things. If Percy's immortal and Annabeth is not, then—they can't be together. And, while the idea seems cool, even I won't get to see Percy as much as I do now—and I still don't see him much because of Hogwarts.

"No," Percy says.

Zeus looked livid, and the gods were all glaring at him. But Annabeth had her hand over her mouth and her face was shining.

My mom catches my eye and we exchange an 'AWWW' look.

However, Percy does request a gift. For everyone to get equal treatment and respect. No more undetermined children, they should all be claimed by the age of thirteen. The minor gods should have Cabins and their children shouldn't be ignored. Hades should have a cabin. No more pact of the Big Three.

I think it's a great idea.

When we left, Percy told us to wait for him by the elevator.

"I remember when the two of us were on the run with Luke and Thalia. Sometimes I wish we could go back to then," Annabeth sighs, tears welling up.

"Oh, don't we all?" I sigh, reminiscing the old memories.

"I was so worried—I mean, I thought Percy was going to accept the gift, and—" Annabeth trails off.

"Oh, don't worry. I know." I smirk. "You see, Connor Stoll and I have a bet. I said that you two would be together...oh wait, today's August 18th, right? Percy's birthday? Oh yeah. I said today."

Annabeth gives me a death glare and was about to say something to me when Percy came up. "Oh, look, Percy's here!" I say, silently thanking him for saving me from Annabeth's wrath.

We met up with Percy's mom and her, boyfriend—fiancé—not sure—Paul Blofis.

Then, Nico runs in from the street, his face pale.

"What's happened?" I ask him.

"It's Rachel," he says. "I just ran into her down on 32nd Street."

Annabeth frowns. "What did she do now?"

"I told her she would die if she tried, but she took Blackjack and—"

"She took my Pegasus?" Percy demands.

"And she's going to Camp." Nico says.

"She'll never get through the defenses," Annabeth says. "Peleus will eat her."

We run for the shore, where Percy calls hippocampi to take us to Camp Half Blood.

When we reach there, I see a red-headed girl, and there was Mist surrounding her. This must've been Rachel, Percy's friend, and the girl Annabeth was jealous of. It looked like she was trying to become the Oracle.

"Wait! You have to stop this!" Percy calls.

"It's alright, Percy," Rachel says distantly. "It's where I belong." She turns to the withered mummy Oracle. "You've waited too long. But I'm here now."

Apollo appeared out of a bright sunlight. "Rachel Elizabeth Dare, you have the gift, and curse, of Prophecy. Are you sure you want this?"

She nods. "It's my destiny."

She accepts it, and green smoke comes from the mummy, and envelopes itself around her.

She then collapses. We rush forward, but Apollo says, "Stop! This is the most delicate part!"

Her eyes flutter open, and Percy helps her up.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce the new Oracle of Delphi!" Apollo announces.

"You can tell the future now?" Percy asks.

"Not all the time," she says. "But there are visions, images, words in my mind, when someone asks me a question, I...Oh no—"

"It's starting," Apollo says.

She doubles over, and her eyes glow green.

"Eight half-bloods shall answer the call,

To storm or fire the world must fall.

Girls of love and charmspeak,

Must work together to put the earth mother to sleep,

An oath to keep with a final breath.

And foes bear arms to the doors of death."

She then collapses.

"I believe," Apollo says, as Nico and Percy help Rachel up. "That we just heard the next Great Prophecy."


Anne stands by me as we both untie the ribbon to the gift my mom had sent me. When I open it, I find a beautiful fire-red dress inside; it had a note along with it.

Take this to Hogwarts with you, my dear. You'll need it.

"Go try it on!" Anne squeals.

"Oh alright," I say. I go into the bathroom and put the dress on. When I come out, it wasn't just Anne who squealed. Some of my other half siblings did too.

"Wow, you look amazing!" Anne says.

I look at myself. "I guess I do, but why would I need a dress like this for Hogwarts? We never have balls, or dances."

Anne smirks. "Mom always knows best."


The rest of the day was...okay, I guess. Mournful. Silena's funeral, as well as the other dead, was held. What was shocking for most people at Camp was that both Clarisse and I came up, and lit the shroud together. Then both of us each made a brief speech about her.

"Silena was my best friend since day one," I had said, my voice cracking. "She was always there for me, and anyone who needed her. I still remember that day when I was six and came in the Camp for the first time. She was the one hovering over my bed. We must never forget Silena Beauregard. She was a hero in the end."

I step down, tears in my eyes, and went to stand by Anne.

I was still pissed that Luke didn't get a funeral! He didn't! So, naturally, I conducted my own funeral for him. There was no shroud or anything, just Annabeth and I remembering Luke, and a few sobs here and there.

Dinner was pretty low-key that day, except for Grover and Juniper's reunion. Slowly, the crowd left, I could see Annabeth walking over to the Poseidon table, with a cake in her hands.

I grab Anne's arm, and I yell to the crowd with an evil grin. "Who wants to eavesdrop on Percabeth?"

Surprisingly, Clarisse flashes a grin at me. The Stolls come up from behind. All the other head counselors join us.

We sneak over to them, and we hear Percy say, "You're so not making this easy."

Annabeth laughs and puts her hands around Percy's neck. "I am never, ever, going to make things easy for you, Seaweed Brain. Get used to it."

Then she kisses him. And I could tell it wasn't like the spur-of-the-moment kiss that Harry and I had last year, the kind that doesn't mean anything. It was a true-feeling sort of kiss.

"Well, it's about time!" Clarisse growls from next to me.

We charge and hoist them on our shoulders.

"Don't you think the lovebirds need to cool off, Lina?" Clarisse says with glee.

"Oh, yes, definitely!" I grin at her.

"Let's take them to the canoe lake," Anne smiles evilly.

"To the canoe lake!" Connor yells, hearing Anne's suggestion.

We carry them there and dump them into the water.

After a couple minutes, Anne frowns. "Shouldn't they be up yet?"

I shrug. "Son of Poseidon, remember?" I suddenly remember something. "Connor Stoll! You owe me five drachmas!" I say triumphantly.

He grumbles and gives me five drachmas.

Percabeth, FINALLY!


I wake up a couple days later. Oh yeah, Chiron had appointed me the head counselor for my Cabin in the summertime or whenever I'm here, unfortunately, for Hogwarts time, Drew Tanaka gained the spot because she was 'second oldest besides Silena.' I feel sorry for my fellow half siblings, Anne especially. Face it. Drew's a control freak.

"Um, Lin-Bean?" Anne says. "There's blood."

I frown. "Anne, what do you mean by—Oh. My. Gods." Sure enough, blood was trickling down my leg. "I thought my injuries were healed by Apollo? I never even had an injury there!"

Anne looks worried. "Maybe you should go to the infirmary?"

I nod. "That would be best."

I throw on a pair of red leggings to camouflage the blood and try and wipe off as much as possible, and Anne accompanies me to the infirmary.

Immediately, we see Kayla. "Lina, Anne! What a nice surprise. Are you guys alright?"

"Um...not really." I say. "I think I have a leg injury." I pull off my leggings to show Kayla the blood.

Kayla examines me until some sort of realization reaches her face.

"So, what's wrong with me?" I ask.

Kayla starts laughing, while Anne and I look at her, half confused, half in indignation. "Really!" I say.

Kayla stops laughing; it takes her a couple minutes to stop. "Anne, would you leave for a moment?"

Anne leaves, grumbling about how no one tells her anything.

"I do believe you've started a little thing called a period." Kayla says.


I had asked Annabeth to go into greater detail about it. Apparently, girls deal with it once a month when they reach a certain age, and you have to use a pad. I feel sorry for girls.

She was officially Percy's girlfriend.

It had taken me a little time—a lot of time—okay, never, to take Luke's advice to heart. It is not my fault for his death.

But what if I had just gone with him?

Silena's wasn't any better.

Why didn't I know that she was going to go to the Camp? On that suicide mission?

Midnight soars on my shoulder and I untie the letter on her. It read:

Dear Lina,

You wouldn't believe how happy I was when I got the letter that you survived and was safe. I was going sick with worry. Anyways, did you know that the Quidditch World Cup was this year? The Weasleys have tickets! They also bought three additional tickets: one for Hermione, one for me, and one for you. I'm going to leave for there tomorrow, I can finally get out of this hellhole! I really do hope you can come; I'd love to see you again.

Love,

Harry

I smile. I needed to get out of the post war environment.

I knew exactly what I was going to do.

Anne sits down next to me. "Do you think the wars ever end?"

"I hope so, but never ask that question. When you're a demigod..." I trail off.

"Who knows what happens next!" Anne finishes.


End of Book One.

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