Well, I never saw this coming.

Whenever I start a story, I have a faint idea of what I'm going to do in the story. I have a list of all the characters, and their roles. I know the relationships between all the characters. And I know sort of what will happen in the end.

But, somehow, the story never turns out this way. For better or for worse, I'm not sure. That's up to you.

Epilogue

Over the North Atlantic Ocean

Theresa watched the endless blue ocean below her stretch for miles. On the far horizon, she dimly see a black line. That would be Ireland, their destination.

Artemis was asleep in the seat next to him. Unlike he, he was not use to all the physical exercise that they had to do in the past few days. He would have to though, before they left for the Amazon. They would have to do endless tracking, but the result would be worth everything.

She had already called Atlanta to tell her what she was doing. She couldn't face talking to Jay. Atlanta had told her that they had taken Cronus to the Underworld, and Campe was more than happy to have him back. Hera had thrown them a feast, and they were leaving New Olympia in the next few weeks.

The scouts had been invited to the feats, but they declined. They returned to the caves to finish off their camp, as true scouts would. They had promised not to tell anyone about the gods or the heros.

Atlanta had promised to send over all the stuff that she had left behind, and also promised to say goodbye to all the team from her. She was a true friend to Theresa, and understood her decision to leave. Atlanta would have jumped at the chance to train with the best martial arts instructor in the world.

Theresa didn't regret leaving. She was simply going from one place to another; same as when she had to travel with her father. She could make new friends over here. And Artemis had told her that his family would be more than happy to have her until they had to leave for the Amazon.

And, after the Amazon, they could find a cure for Global Warming. Artemis had told her about a plant that produced nectar that he needed to create a sort of barrier to replace the Ozone. Once it was in place, he could control the level on sunrays that came in and out of the Earth.

For that was all Global Warming was really- too much sunrays being trapped in the Earth's Atmosphere. They were being stuck because of humans burning fossil fuels. These fuels left emissions that couldn't escape through the Ozone Layer. They got trapped there, unable to escape.

Sunrays could still get through, but they couldn't leave. As a result, the Earth was getting hotter and hotter every year. Soon, in her lifetime, it would be too hot to live on. Unless she did something about it. And that's what she was going to do with Artemis.

The more she thought about it, the more she realised that she was doing the right thing. She had the right to live, and the responsibility to make sure that others could live as well. That was the same with everyone else on Earth.

She had thought vaguely about the rest of the team, and what they would be doing now. Probably packing their stuff and heading home. They had finished their part in saving the world. They had done their responsibility to the Earth, but she wasn't finished. She needed to keep fighting.

She was leaving one fight, and joining another.

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That's all that's all, there aint no more.

I hope you enjoyed the series, I had fun writing it. I'm very proud of this story, as it's my first completed story. I hope it will be one of many.

I have thought about a prequel to this, but for now I'm going to stick to one shots and trying to finish the Before Series. It has taken me forever to write, but I'll get there.

And, for all those people who are trying to write a story and have come to me for advice, here it is- When I write a story, some times I think about it, then write, sometimes it's just my brain telling my fingers what to write. But, like now, it's just my fingers, acting on their own will. I think these stories are the best, and they're the ones I publish.

When you write a story, don't let your brain to the typing. It's there for the imagination; your fingers do the rest. If you type something completely weird, use it! You can make a story from anything.

Little Miss Illusional