A/N: THE FINAL CHAPTERR! DUH-DUH-DUHHHH! But fret not! The story continues in the Heroes of Olympus, by our beloved Rick Riordan! R&R!

Third Person POV

Tired.

Percy wanted to collapse from exhaustion. Sure, he had won the battle, but it wasn't that big of a deal. The main thing was opening Tartarus. Had he known the consequences of wielding the Godsword, he would have never accepted it in the first place.

Camp resumed as if nothing had happened. The burns were not too severe, making clean-up easier. The most heart-wrenching event was probably burning the Aphrodite girls' shrouds.

Percy and Nico stood outside the camp entrance, talking to Jason as he prepared to leave for San Francisco.

"Interesting battle, I'll say," Jason joked. Running a hand through his blonde hair, he chuckled nervously. "Gotta be honest, at one point I thought it was gonna be impossible for us to win."

"Same," Nico added. "If it weren't for that kick-ass wave, Percy, we'd all be dead."

Percy chuckled and shrugged. "Hey. I live, I laugh, I love, and I slay. And I am content."

Jason looked longingly at the camp before him. Almost reluctant to go, he slung his sword over his shoulder, and got onto his Pegasus.

"So, I'll see you tonight, Percy?"

"Um…where?"

"The Big House. Hera Iris messaged me. Says she needs to have a very important word with us later tonight, around midnight. Chiron said we could stay up for it."

"Uh—o-of course, Chiron and Hera said it, so I'll be there."

"Cool," the Son of Jupiter said warmly, flying off into the bright sky, earning a happy neigh from his Pegasus.

The day moved on slowly. Percy taught a swordsmanship class for the first-year campers, with his new friend Timothy serving as his Teacher's Assistant.

The only thing Percy looked forward to was seeing Annabeth. Dinner was going to be served in a little while, and hopefully the two could talk. The break-up was fake either way, and Percy believed that they could reconcile.

Walking into the dining pavilion, Percy was met with a roar of applause. For what you ask? For saving the camp, again, for clearing his name, for cleaning up camp, for closing Tartarus, for kicking Ares' ass…for being him.

Then he saw her. Her beautiful, curly blond hair, her gray eyes that seemed to sparkle in the light of the overhead lamp. Despite her immense beauty, Percy couldn't help but notice her man-like eating habits. She's eating that burger like a pro, he thought. He walked up to her, and sat down awkwardly.

"Hey," he said coolly. She looked up from her burger and her book and wiped her mouth nervously.

"H-hey, Seaweed Brain," she said, trying not to laugh at herself.

"Wasn't aware I still had that nickname."

"You'll always be my Seaweed Brain."

He smiled goofily. "And you're still my Wise-Girl."

They stared at each other for the longest time. Annabeth drank in ever inch of Percy's sea-green eyes. The happiness and laughter in them seemed to return every time they laid themselves upon her. She laughed at him.

"Didn't Sally tell you it's not polite to stare at women like that?"

"Well, I'm thinking."

"That's a first."

"You ever wanted to kiss someone so badly? But you're afraid to because of what might happen? Like they might reject you or run away confused. But…you just can't help yourself. Because they're so great. Because they're the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. Because their hair, their smile, their eyes…everything about them lures you in. Even their scent."

"No…I don't think I've ever felt that intense before," She whispered, leaning in.

"Pity," he chuckled, almost in the same whisper as she. "There's a girl I'm looking at right now, and my lips are screaming."

When their lips met, the room fell silent. Every table filled with smiles and snickers. The scene looked so similar to Percy's last birthday, except Percy made sure no one dumped them in the lake this time. They pulled away, closing their eyes and resting their foreheads against each other.

"So," Annabeth whispered through a smile. "Aren't you supposed to walk me back to my cabin or something?"

The two lovers walked in pure bliss. Annabeth laid her head against Percy's chest, and his arm was rested perfectly around her. When they reached Athena's Cabin, they stopped and turned to look at it.

"You know," Annabeth spoke up, "I've been thinking about renovating the cabin."

"Yeah, it could use some renovation. Make it less boring."

"Watch it, Seaweed Brain."

Percy laughed and pulled a strand of Annabeth's hair behind her ear, and kissed her softly again. For a moment, she almost forgot to kiss back.

"What was that for?" she asked, trying not to speak too slowly.

"You never know when I get to do that again. I could go missing tomorrow, and you wouldn't even know where I went."

"Please promise me you won't go."

"I promise you Wise Girl. I'm not leaving you anytime soon."

Little did the two know that those promises wouldn't last too long.

Percy was next seen sitting in the Big House, opposite Jason, who arrived a little earlier. They were twiddling their thumbs and popping their mouths to pass the time while they waited for Hera to arrive. Suddenly, they're hoping paid off, and there stood a calm but distant-looking Queen of the Gods.

"Perseus. Jason."

"Hera."

"Juno."

The Goddess sat down at a table and massaged her temples. Of course the Queen of the Gods would be under a great deal of stress. That hadn't surprised either of the demigods in the room.

"We have…a situation," she said slowly, nervous to admit the truth. The two boys leaned in.

"What is it, Lady Juno?" Jason inquired.

"When Tartarus was opened, something happened. The monsters…they've awoken. The giants are rising, and…Gaea is waking up."

"WHAT?" Percy half-whispered, half-yelled. "What do you mean, 'waking up'?"

"I mean that she's becoming conscious again. And when she does awake completely, she and the giants are bound to rebel against the Gods."

Percy slumped down into his chair, flabbergasted. (A/N: I absolutely LOVE that word for some reason!). First he held up the sky, then he caused Mt. St. Helen's to erupt, and finally, he opened Tartarus and reawakened the dead. I need a new hobby, he thought.

"There is one solution though," Hera said carefully, meeting the boys' eyes.

"What?" they said together.

"The Gods and the Demigods. United, standing together against the Giants."

Percy sat up. "Is that going to be enough?"

"No. Not really. But there is something we can do."

"With all due respect, Lady Juno, SPIT it OUT."

Hera fixed her eyes on Jason, sensing the disrespect despite the boy's claim. "There is a Greek Camp, Camp Half-Blood, and a Roman Camp, Camp Jupiter. If we can unite the two, we may stand a chance against Gaea and her new army."

Jason tried not to laugh. "Juno, I'd like to say the Romans are cooperative, but they aren't. They hate Greeks. There's no way we can convince them."

"But there is."

It was the perfect plan. Sending a Roman diplomat to the Greeks, and a Greek diplomat to the Romans. In order to accept each other, they needed just a little bittersweet taste, right?

"We can trade you two."

"Excuse me?" Percy said angrily. "Isn't that kind of up to us?"

"No. Because you're not going to know."

Percy stood up and clenched his fist, but Jason held him back.

"I must remove your memories. It's the only way. You can't have any pre-conceived notions if you're going to convince an entire civilization, of sorts, to put their trust in you."

Percy looked at Jason, and Jason looked at him. Maybe this was the only way, they thought. Two of the greatest, most respected demigods of the age, promoting peace among feuding camps.

"OK," Percy said. "I'll do it."

"Me too."

Hera smiled, and lifted her arm. "Jason, you will wake up and you will remember nothing at first. Then you will remember your friends, piece by piece. Percy, you will only remember Annabeth, and nothing more. Are we clear?"

"Yes," they said together.

And with the wave of a hand and a single flash of light, the adventure began yet again.

Epilogue

A teenage boy with blonde hair and tan skin woke up from a state of sleep, riding a bus and holding hands with a dark-haired, Cherokee-looking girl about his age. Across from him was an elf-ish looking Mexican boy around his age, staring down at him and tinkering with a bullhorn.

The girl holding his hand was cute, but he couldn't remember her. She squeezed his hand and for some reason, he thought he was in for trouble.

"Jason, you okay?"

Weeks passed by and Percy was sitting at a bar in San Francisco, breathing heavily. Drinking in his 10th glass of water, he stared at an incredibly charred and burnt photo of himself and a blonde-haired girl. She was beautiful, but he couldn't for the life of him remember who she was. The man at the bar looked at Percy staring at the photo, and spoke up.

"Kid, it's a wonder I even let you in this place when you're underage. You're drinking out my entire water supply. You drinking to forget something?"

"No," Percy said absent-mindedly. "I think I'm drinking to remember."

"You look like a man fixing up for trouble. What's got you so dirty and exhausted?"

"I'm being chased by these ladies from Bargain Mart. They won't seem to die."

"Ex-girlfriends?" the bartender joked.

"No…but they do have something against me obviously."

"Well, it's like I always say," the bartender said, pouring more water for Percy. "Some things are better left forgotten, eh?"

Percy stared at eh photo, drinking more water. He set the photo down, and slung his backpack over his shoulder. "Life ain't that easy when you're me, sir. Thanks for the water."

With that, Percy walked out, and continued running.

A/N: Like how I did that? Hated how I did that? Review and tell me! Unfortunately, it's over and done with, but hey, I can make other stories of course. I hope you guys liked the idea, because I know I did!

– Chris