Percy Jackson
That was it.
Percy stared at the space where his companions once stood and waved their final goodbyes, and he felt bittersweet emotion rise up. The quest was over, the prophecy fulfilled, the journey had reached its end. He had found a multitude of new friends from new worlds, and a collection of allies from an unexplored fantasy realm that he wished he'd gotten to see more of.
He missed the kingdom already, their elegant but cozy room in the expansive and beautiful castle, with serene kingdom reaching out to every direction. And even beyond that, the sweeping, wide plains which looked like a bed of heathered mist in the evening, bordered by distant forests and mountains. A truly enchanting world which he'd gotten to see a precious fraction of.
He didn't think anything could beat the time spent there, surrounded by friends (for the most part).
But above all, he thought of his friends, the new ones he'd made over the past couple weeks, those which he'd never forget. The wizards, hailing from Europe, with their seemingly endless knowledge of magic and spells. The pair of rebellion fighters, who had overthrown their oppressive government who had trapped them within a set of twisted survival games. The two revolutionaries from Chicago, who'd led a movement against their own oppressive leaders, freeing their society from division. Percy had been given the gift of not only meeting, but growing close with them, and he'd miss them greatly in the time apart.
However, he knew that if the world, or any of them, for that matter, needed heroes, they wouldn't be far behind.
They'd come together again to fight the battles that no one else was capable of fighting.
With that comforting thought in his head, Percy slung an arm around Annabeth and smiled towards his friends, heading down to the center of camp.
The sun was just beginning to set, sending faint traces of color scattering across the clouds. A soft grin came over his face as they watched it continue, Apollo reaching the end of his daily route across the sky. The pale hues became more vibrant, and they reflected their colors on the Big House, on the dining pavilion, on the arena, on the horseshoe of cabins, and on the faces of fellow campers, mingling and laughing with each other.
No matter where Percy traveled, this was home.
And when dimensions collide, there must always be a way home.