This is it guys. The conclusion to Escape.

I just wanted to briefly say thank you to everyone who's ever read, commented and added this story as a favorite. Again, it really means a lot to me and if it weren't for you guys, I wouldn't continue to write.

This chapter was requested by BookWorm77071, so I hope you enjoy : D

I must say, I'm actually a little sad that this is coming to an end. I only meant for it to be a 1-3 shot, but still.

Either way, I'm also glad that this is ending because I'm really excited for you guys to see the new story I've been working on, which I told myself I wouldn't upload until this was finished.

Anyway, I'll quit delaying.

After a long, thought out, mental battle between one Enya song and two Thomas Newman songs, the song choice for this final chapter is Resilience by Thomas Newman. I really think that both the title and melody fit. Same as last chapter this song is short, so put it on repeat :D

Enjoy, guys!

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"Thalia," He stepped forward, and I could hear his voice trembling. "I'm Jason, your brother."

I didn't fully understand. This wasn't making any sense. The pain that I'd felt for so many years, along with the anger and hatred I'd felt towards so many in my life, the complete torture I had endured. They were gone. At that moment in time, I could only feel relief, joy, confusion and...I wasn't sure what it was. I didn't even really care. All I knew was that he was there. His electric blue eyes, light blond hair, and even the scar just slightly above his lip...it was him. Jason. My Jason. My brother was alive. My little baby brother was okay. I felt as if I were in a dreamlike state, as if time was slowing down. My mind flashed in a thousand directions, a million thoughts.

"Thalia, I...there are certain laws that prevent me from telling you everything, but...there is still something that you need to know."

Artemis had tried to tell me, just weeks ago. She knew the pain I'd been going through and wanted a way to comfort me. I knew she couldn't tell me everything, but I still felt desperate for more information. Information she couldn't give. I had pushed and argued, and I could tell that I had hurt her rather than angered her.

"Things aren't how they seem all of the time. Someone once very important in your life whom you think dead is truly alive. I know you wish to know more, as I wish to tell you more...but you must keep watch. The time is short."

I'd thought she meant Luke, but I'd watched him die. I then considered my mother, but I'd been to her grave. I thought about Bianca, but I knew that both her and Zoe had moved on. They were now in Elysium, and as for the others, I'd hoped they were too. I had asked Artemis who it was. Part of me knew that Hera was not kind enough to let Jason live, so at that time I was certain it could not have been him she meant.

"Thalia, you know I cannot tell you who. I greatly wish that I could, but our father would never allow it. You do not understand the chaos and anger it would bring if I were to say."

I have to admit, I was angry back then. Why bother to tell me that someone I cared about was alive, if she wouldn't even tell me who, where or why.

"The time will come, Thalia. Soon, you will have your answers. I wish I could tell you more but...Immortals are not meant to interfere. I've said enough as it is. Please, just trust me."

Just trust her.

Artemis had been right. The time had come, and I did know what she'd meant. Jason was in front of me. Grown, healthy, and alive. I couldn't help myself; I rushed forward and hugged him. The feeling of love and comfort was strong. It was the first time I'd felt happy in a long time. Perfectly content.

I closely examined his face. No doubt about it, it was Jason.

"My gods! She told me you were dead! Thank Artemis, it is you!" I tried desperately not to cry. "That little scar...you trued to eat a stapler when you were two!"

A boy around Jason's age laughed. "Seriously?"

I was so focused on Jason, that I had forgotten there were others around.

"Staplers- Excellent source of iron." Another companion, a satyr.

Jason looked just as surprised as I felt. "W-wait, who told you I was dead? What happened?"

Questions that I so desperately wanted to answer. Just then, one of the white wolves barked at me. Only those of the Hunt could understand the wolves. She was rushing me, reminding me that our time was limited. I realized I was holding onto Jason tightly, but I couldn't force myself to relax.

"My wolf is telling me I don't have much time, and she's right. But we have to talk. Let's sit."

At that, the girl with them collapsed. I reluctantly let go of Jason to make sure she was okay. Hypothermia.

I looked at the satyr. "Don't you know nature healing?"

He just glared at me and make up some excuse.

The satyr took the girl, Piper, to Phoebe to have her healed. I had wanted the boy, Leo, to go as well, but Jason asked him to stay. The three of us sat around the fire and for a while, none of us spoke. So many things I wanted to say, but didn't know how.

I listened as Jason told me about Hera taking his memory away. He told me about the quest he was on, the monsters he'd faced, and the little bits he remembered here and there. I in turn told him about our mother, and how he'd been taken from me.

Though the moment was short lived, I know that I had my brother back, and I would do everything in my power to keep it that way. I knew that no matter what happened and no matter what enemies we faced, we wouldn't be separated. I had my little brother back now, and that's all that mattered. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all. Though Luke, Mother, Bianca, Zoe, and so many others were gone, I knew it was time to move on. There was no going back.

The past was behind me, and I knew things were going to be alright.

I was going to be okay.