So here it is, THE FINAL CHAPTER… Thanks for all of your support! LOTS of love!

The moment I walked into the cabin I was hit by the smell of the sea. It was somehow even stronger than it had been down at the beach. The pain I had been feeling moments ago increased exponentially and I almost collapsed right then and there. I stumbled toward Percy's old bed and sat down, knowing that my legs wouldn't have been able to support myself for much longer.

As I looked around the room I could practically see Percy walking around. Just like before, I got to have a minute in which I could pretend that everything was as it should be. I could forget that Percy would never be coming through that door. I bowed my head and was content to stay that way for the rest of my life when a breeze suddenly blew through the room. I quickly looked at the door and then at the windows, but they were all closed.

"Hi Percy," I whispered. I knew he wasn't there, of course, but there was just something about being here in this cabin. "I've missed you. We all have, you know. This kids… well they don't really talk about it much, but the definitely do. You know Dylan's going to be thirteen in a few months. He's getting old… He's turning into a really great guy. He's so unbelievably kind… He takes after you in that way. It's going to be hard for Sofia though. She misses you so much, it's funny though. Despite how much she's like me, I'm just not sure how to handle her. You'd know what to do. You and she were always really close… Though you're probably most interested in Andrew, I'm not really sure what to tell you. Everyone says he's just like you, in both looks and personality. I think they might be right. Though sometimes there will be a moment where… Oh I don't know… there's something about him that makes me think… Oh gods! I just don't know! Percy, how could you leave me with three kids?

"You know I really want to hit you sometimes! I'm just so angry, but then at the same time I can't… I can't be mad at you… Not because you don't deserve it. Trust me you do, but it was just so you! I mean, that whole one man army, watching everybody's back but your own… Such an idiot, but that's just who you were. Plus," my laugh was completely humorless, "you were always going to go first. I knew that the first time I met you, prophesy or no prophesy. It was one of the reasons I almost said no when you asked me to marry you. In retrospect, I probably should have said yes after you promised you would accept any answer I gave you…" this time I really did laugh, "and told me to make a stupid pro-con list… it showed you really understood me…

"I kept my promise, or at least I've done my best to." I closed my eyes and pictured a sunny afternoon with Percy in our apartment a few months after Dylan was born. After a lot of work, we had finally managed to get him to sleep. We were lying on the couch and there was some ridiculous melodrama playing on the TV. We didn't actually care what was on though; we hadn't actually looked at the screen for some time. We weren't speaking much, just enjoying each other's company. My hand found the scar on his back. It was dangerously close to the one vulnerable spot on his body. His eyes met mine and I knew he could guess where my thoughts had gone to. He brought his hand to my face and tried to comfort me, "I'm not going anywhere," he whispered. "It was so close," I said miserably. I started crying and he hurried to brush the tears off my face. "Annabeth, it was almost a year ago," his tone was gentle, but despite the small smile on his face, his eyes were sad. "It doesn't matter… I… Percy, I don't know what I'd do without you… I," he kissed me passionately and then placed his hands on the sides of my face. He gently forced me to look him in the eyes.

"Annabeth," he looked very serious, "I need you to promise me something." I looked at him in confusion about to ask him what he meant when he stopped me. "Annabeth, I'm not saying that it'll be anytime soon, but one day…" he paused, looking unsure about what he was going to say, "one day there is a chance one of us might," he swallowed and for a second he looked like the scared twelve year old who had just faced the minotaur. I shushed him, worried about seeing him look so broken, but he just brushed me off. "No I need to say this," he steeled himself and went back to looking me in the eyes, "and if I have to leave you, I need to know that you're going to be o.k. I need to know that you're not going to use my death as an excuse to stop. The truth is, you're too good for that, Annabeth. You mom was right when she said that you're meant to do amazing things," he took a shaky breath and stroked my cheek. "I can't be the one who stands in the way of that."

"How are you supposed to respond to that?" I laughed, but inside I was completely shaken.

"With a yes, preferably," he looked much less serious, but I could tell he was still expecting an answer.

"What if it's me?" I asked. His face fell.

"I never really thought about that."

"Well, I'll tell you what, seaweed brain," I paused making sure to get his attention, "if you agree to the same terms, than so will I."

"But it's entirely different with," he stopped when he saw the look on my face, "fine, I promise if you do." I nodded and then kissed him. We got as close as we could and got five minutes to enjoy being with each other when Dylan started crying from his room. He laughed and I got up to go check on the baby. As I was walking out of living room, I turned around to look at Percy one last time. I saw him sitting on the couch with a conflicted expression. He saw me watching him, and smiled, but it never reached his eyes.

I opened my eyes and found myself once again in a dark and lonely cabin. The only sound came from the fountain in the corner. I realized I was shivering and, for what felt like the fiftieth time today, I sighed. I put my head in my hands. The fatigue that had so plagued me earlier came back so I decided to lie down.

"I'll tell you what, Percy, I am proud of you. You really changed things. I don't think either of us saw that, you know, before, but coming back here, seeing things, you did a lot of good. The gods actually have relationships with their kids… Well, as much as gods ever can. Not to mention, there are so many kids here. So many kids who are able to train and learn and go on to live really full lives. You're a part of that. It's amazing really…" Again that strange breeze went through the room and I suddenly smelled all of the best things about the ocean. "Goodbye, Percy. I love you," I whispered. I drifted off into a peaceful sleep. That night I dreamed of the sea.

A man with slick dark hair walked up to one of the hunters. She had black spiked hair and a worried expression. "Did you find her?" she asked.

"Yeah… She was in cabin 3, asleep on his bed," he answered. The two shared a look.

"Like Chiron thought."

"Yes… He has that annoying habit of being right most of the time."

"Did you wake her up?"

"No I decided I better wait. There didn't seem any point right now."

"I agree," the hunter said. The two began to walk in companionable silence to the Big House. Finally she asked, "Did she look o.k.?"

"You know I think she did, peaceful. I think this trip might have done her some good."

"I hope so, she deserves some peace." Then the two opened the door and walked into the absurdly blue building, full of hope for their friend.

So this is the end! It's how I always was planning to end it and I hoped you liked it. And for all those who thought I might have made Percy a little too perfect, it's just that people are really only focusing on the more positive aspects. I swear on the River Styx that Percy was irritable and annoying at times, but now that he's dead, his loved ones just want to focus on the good. (And I think we can agree that Mr. Riordan wrote Percy with A LOT of good qualities.) Anyway, as always, LOTS OF LOVE, Jenson!

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