Gia: Thank you! And the title? Sorry, but I actually haven't got one. While the story is laid out, I have yet to make a title.

zejaykay: Cool! How do I find one?

I wanted to wait for YAYSOLANGELO to review, but she hasn't reviewed for quite a bit now, so I can only assume she has left the story. Firstly, thank you to YAYSOLANGELO, who inspired me to start this in the first place. Reviewers such as Ramanujam, InsertRandomUncreativeNameHere, and Jinglebells852 appear to have left, but I will forever be grateful for the time they did out into the story. Thirdly, I would like to thank DevilishPixelation1006, BlueMystic012, and zejaykay for being frequent reviewers and for the feedback you've given me. Finally, thank you to anyone who favorited, followed, or just read the story. It means a lot, and while this may have been a bit bad, I appreciate it. And HaywireEagle, while you may not be reading this, I thank you for your harsh feedback on Sword and Wand. It's helped me with my writing very much, while not reflected here. Also, no this chapter is not something I just threw in last minute. This was planned from the beginning.

Final Song of the Final Chapter: An Ending by Toby Fox (5th anniversary one would be better)

I own nothing except for the plot and OCs.

Percy

He couldn't stop thinking about it.

He had promised not to let anyone else die.

And now Dumbledore was dead. Because of Snape.

They were coming back. The ghosts wouldn't leave him alone once more. Hermione had helped him stay grounded. She had helped him live his life. He didn't want to depend on her, but he always wound doing it anyway.

He chuckled. Perseus Jackson, slayer of monsters and survivor of two wars, was afraid of ghosts.

Then he heard a knock on the door.

He waited for his parents to answer it, but then he remembered they were out with Estelle. He went to the door and jumped back a bit.

The first thing he noticed was the eyes. The gray, stormy eyes that looked so similar to hers. Then he noticed the blonde hair, which was the same dirty blonde. And then the necklace he was wearing. Thanks to his time at Piggypimples, he could tell when something was magical, and this necklace was definitely magical. The kid looked 16, like he was on the streets for years and only just took a shower. "Hi," he said nervously, "I'm looking for my cousin, her name is Annabeth Chase, I was told you knew something."

So that's why this kid looked like her. He was her cousin. "She's dead," he said, his voice cracking a little. "She died two years ago."

The kid's eyes widened, and he was silent, but continued and he said "Did she have a parent? One that was never around?"

Now Percy knew this kid was something. Possibly a demigod. "Yeah, her mom."

Now the kid looked hopeful. "Her mom. Alright, uh - "

"That necklace isn't normal," Percy suddenly said. The kid looked at what he was talking about and smiled. "No, it certainly isn't, but you shouldn't - do you know?"

"The myths?"

"And that they're real?"

The kid smiled. "Who's your parent?"

Percy smiled as well. What were the chances of running into another demigod? "I'm a son of Poseidon. She was a daughter of Athena."

Then the kid frowned. "Wait, what? Those are Greek gods."

Percy frowned as well. "Well, yeah, who's yours."

"Frey."

Percy stared. That was a Norse god, if he remembered right. "Norse gods are real?"

The kid groaned. "More gods?"

"I'm feeling the same way, kid. Come in. Oh, and my name is Percy Jackson."

The kid smiled and said "I'm Magnus Chase. And by the way, I'm dead."

Insert mike dropping.

Final Predictive Text Adventure!

One of the Phoenix opera house members of the Phoenix opera house is a possibility that the White House House of representatives for the game began to eat it in there and she's se and I have a s to do it ourselves. Well, the White House House of representatives is eating. Cool.

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