First of all, I would like to thank all those who reviewed, followed or favorited the story, because it's readers like you who make me keep going with the story.

So... this is a bit short, but I intended it to be this way. It's kinda like an epilogue, a summation of events occurring since and since I couldn't make it someone's POV, it's just a general POV. Is it still an epilogue if it has a flashback? (scratches head) Whatever, I guess.

CHAPTER XX

EPILOGUE

TWELVE YEARS AGO

The moon shone through the open window, a pale beam of light finding its way in the darkness of the room, casting a silver glow on the floor. The room wasn't really much to look at; a small bed, a decently-sized closet, a trunk of drawers with a nightlamp, and a desk and chair were the only contents of the room. Most of it was wooden, the dark brown wood cold to touch in the silent winter night.

At present, the chair was occupied by a woman, with a soft smile and deep brown eyes, her long wavy hair unfettered by restraints. She had angular features, but they were not prominent, forming a strange but agreeable balance between the two. She couldn't have been older than twenty-five. She held a tiny bundle of blankets in her arms, the occupant of which was currently asleep. She slowly got up and gently placed the baby next to the small child sleeping on the bed, drawing up a blanket over them both. Her touch was gentle, but there was a tightness to her face. She took a deep breath and gently stepped out of the room into a hallway, down to a washroom at the end of the hall. Light and water from a faucet formed a spectrum of colors on the wall. She drew a coin from her pocket and threw it into the rainbow.

"Oh Iris, goddess of the rainbow, accept my offering."

One week later, two people met in a tiny café in London.

The first was the woman. The second was a man with short-cropped black hair and blue-grey eyes, tanned from his time in the tropics.

"Paulo."

"Robin."

A tense silence followed the greeting, the kind that exists between two individuals who knew each other well but now have walked too far down different paths.

The man shifted in his seat. "I'm guessing you didn't call me halfway across the world because you missed me."

A small smile crept upon her face. She gestured to the nearby table, where a scrawny five-year old sat with a baby in her lap, completely fascinated by it. The man inhaled sharply. "Are they yours?"

The woman nodded.

"How? When?" The man seemed to be at a loss for words. He shook his head. "It doesn't matter. What did you call me for?"

The woman turned away slightly. "The first was a drunken mistake. The second was… complicated. But it was still my mistake."

The man leaned forward. "And?"

The woman hesitated, then started to speak again. "There is something I need to do. I'll explain everything, I promise. But these children… they are important. But meanwhile, I need your help."

The man clenched his jaw. He didn't want to do this, but he would do anything for her, and he hated himself for it. "What do you want me to do?"

"I need you to hide them."

An hour later, a copy of the world map was spread out on the table of a hotel room. The man looked like he was still trying to process the information he'd been given. He raised his cup of coffee to his lips and took a small sip of the bitter brew.

The woman took out a red marker from a handbag. "The Americas are not an option." She crossed out the two continents.

The man nodded. "Cross out Africa."

She frowned. "Why?"

The man raised his eyebrows. "Out of the camps and into the Nomes? That's a terrible idea. I'd rather deal with Chiron and Lupa than Iskandar and Desjardins."

"Agreed." Another continent got crossed out. "Antarctica's not an option." She said with a laugh.

"Australia, too."

The woman looked confused. "What's wrong with Australia?"

The man gave a sheepish smile, scratching his hair. "I might be, you know, persona non grata there."

The woman rolled her eyes. "Gods of Olympus, Paulo-"

"It was a misunderstanding!"

The woman burst into laughter. The man chuckled, hands in his pockets. A tense silence fell between the two friends, who looked awkwardly at each other.

The man cleared his throat. "Europe is where we are, so that's not an option. The Greek and Roman gods are too powerful here. That leaves Asia."

"Agreed."

A map of Asia was soon spread out on the table, cities being crossed out one by one. Finally, a list was compiled, and tickets were booked.

Three days later, four people left London on a ship to Bombay.

PRESENT DAY

Several incidents were occurring at the same time, like the chain reaction in a nuclear reactor.

A letter was opened in Wyoming, a phone call was made, and a small group of four Hunters of Artemis, including their Lieutenant, made their way westwards to California.

At the same time, another letter made its way from Seattle to San Francisco, bearing the seal of the Amazons, which consequently received a reply from the Praetor currently in charge of Camp Jupiter.

Inside the camp itself, a pink-haired girl was exploring every nook and corner of it, trying to find all kinds of secret exits and entrances to the city, accompanied by a twelve-year old child of Bacchus.

The senior Praetor of the camp was currently halfway across the country along with a certain grandchild of Hermes. In order to avoid mass panic within camp, it was decided to be best to introduce the new arrival as a Greek legacy of Hermes.

On receiving the response to the aforementioned letter, a small party of three Amazons, including their queen, made their way southwards to New Rome.

In the Underworld, a hunt was being conducted for three spirits, two that had been dead for five years, the other dead for eleven. So far, the search had been unsuccessful.

Lastly, a harpy residing inside a bookshop squawked excitedly as she scratched out a prophecy on a paper with a quill in a scruffy handwriting.

Ten shall go north to the land beyond the gods

One shall reach the shrine against all odds

Revenge's rage fuel the flame

Secrets and mistrust birth blame

One shall fall by a friend's hand

Son of chaos makes his final stand.

WOOHOO! This fic is officially over. I have already uploaded the second part of the series, named 'Blood for Blood'. If you're reading this, congratulations, you made it through 150 pages of an MS Word document of my shit. I would love it if you tell me what you think of this.

Edit: Thank you to the guest who commented that a steamer wouldn't be an option in the 21st century. I was trying for the most basic ship model possible, since demigods (demi-primordials?) don't get along well with tech. Just checked and realized that the last steamer used on the sea would be in the 1960s, though they're still used for crossing lakes and rivers nowadays. So ship it is.

Adios! Thanks for reading!