Sorry everyone! I've been suffering writer's block ever since I came back from my cruise!

And I had my birthday 2.5 weeks ago. Just curious, how old do you think I am?

Now, for the event you've all been waiting for… the wedding. Oh, just an FYI, it may seem confusing, just keep reading and you'll get it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson.

Enjoy please! This will be the last chapter before the epilogue!

I hate puffy dresses. Detest them. Would be glad to burn the one on me gladly. But of course, that wouldn't be a good idea at the moment, standing in front of the church door and offering wine and beverages to guests coming in. We decided to hold a small reception with beverages before the actual vows and stuff.

Did I mention that Annabeth, Alton , and I poisoned the beverages with forgetting and sleeping potions? Aeolus sent me a whole gallon of that stuff. Apparently, he had asked Morpheus for some a few thousand years ago to use on Ulysses if Aeolus didn't like the hero too much. The potion would take effect within an hour it was taken. The problem was that we didn't know exactly when the people would fall asleep. I sincerely hope that the audience would be snoring by the time the minister asked if anyone had to object, so I could interrupt the wedding, without innocent bystanders getting hurt.

After about 20 minutes, we finally ushered the crowd into the church and to their chairs. Then, Alton and I rushed out of the main room to the side rooms. He leaned down and pecked me on the cheek before running off toward the groom's room.

Now, unfortunately, I had to change into another fluffy dress. Jogging past Annabeth, who had taken a tiny dose of sleep potion willingly, I ripped the pink frilly dress off the hanger. We had all decided that it was better for Percy and Annabeth to remain out of the fight (or whatever happens after I interrupt) because they couldn't see through Dolus's trickery. Annabeth had slipped some poison into Percy's orange juice that morning. They had a very light draft of the powdery substance because only Percy could bring his mother down to the sea without drowning. We only hoped that he didn't ask too many questions.

I whipped my whip from around my waist where it was a "belt" and stuffed it down my leather boots that were high heeled. Annabeth was busy braiding my hair, sticking in pink flowers in here and there. The whole ridiculous theme between the groomsmen and the bridesmaid was tan and pink.

Within fifteen minutes, we were all strolling in and taking our proper places. Dolus was standing a few feet in front and to the right of me holding white flowers. My eyes narrowed in distaste. White symbolized death for me. Getting over my sense of my foreboding, I contemplated two things: 1. Why the hell Sally couldn't see through Dolus's tricks and 2. How we were to defeat this constantly morphing and lying thing.

Bad for me, good for Dolus was that the minister was coming to approach "Speak now or forever hold your peace,", and I hadn't even the slightest idea of a plan. Thankfully, most of the guests were asleep. Annabeth was on the verge of passing out.

Then, four things happened at once: Annabeth and the groomsmen passed out on the stop hitting the ground with a thud. Before I had time to hope that they didn't have concussions from hitting their heads, the door of the church swung open letting in someone with long black hair. However, just as my head spun around, the minister fell asleep, snoring comically. Then, Alton was on the floor with Dolus's foot on Alton's stomach.

"Alton!" I gasped, beginning to start toward him. Someone punched me in the back before I had taken one step. My whip flew at my attacker as I twisted around to face her: Amphitrite. My mother. "Don't bother helping Alton dear, your opponent for today is me…"

Sally gasped from behind me. Damn it! I forgot about her. My head formed random ideas, none of them helping my current situation of losing a fist-fight to my mom. I decided that a church was not the best to spill magical blood, so I began to retreat to the door.

Alton was grappling with Dolus. How he got up from the first blow was anyone's guess, and quite frankly, as long as he was alive, I was okay. Taking my lead, he also led Dolus outside the church.

Something pushed into my brain. Oh crap, I thought, Gods could force their minds into others' brains. Then, I thought of a brilliant plan. Silently thanking Athena for shining some light on me, I allowed Amphitrite into my head.

I forced the memory of Poseidon meeting Sally for the first time, their first kiss, the happy times they spent together in their cottage by the sea, they… um… sleeping…, and them dancing together at the ball. As I spewed out all those random moments of their relationship, I realized that they did belong together and that they should be together.

"Why you little," Amphitrite spat, forcing me back to the present. My back was against the wall of the church and her hand was closing around my throat. "I will kill you, and take joy in it. I will squish the life out of you slowly." That brought a hysterical laugh to my lips. So this is what it came to: my own mother killing me. That was wonderful. It made my life completely, totally, worthless. Oh well, I thought as black spots appeared in my vision, this is the first and last time I'll fail at anything in my life.

I spotted Alton sword fighting Dolus. Their blades flashed in the sun light, sparks flying from the metal... Sally chose this exact moment to run out of the church, her face set determinedly.

Wait! I the fricking granddaughter of the Keeper of the Winds, I could force air into my system. I cleared my head for a second, concentrating on forcing air down into my lungs. Amphitrite's attention was diverted for a second as Sally screamed, "STOP IT!". My fist came in contact with Amphitrite's face. I heard a satisfying crack before realizing I hit my own mother. Unfortunately, Alton fell to the ground, blood spilling from his chest.

"NO!" I shrieked, launching myself at Dolus. It was suicide, seeing as he had a sword for close combat, but hey, I didn't think that I could live with myself for too long with the knowledge that my mother wanted me dead.

"STOP!" Sally yelled, running over to help Alton. "Cyra, this isn't Amphitrite! You clearly can see that, can't you? She's Apate!"

"Yeah, and I'm related to Zeus," I yelled back sarcastically, before realizing that I was in fact related to Zeus. However, in between twirls, I did seem to see that the woman on the ground was not Amphitrite. Her face was almost exactly the same as my mother's face, but her nose and eyes were set differently. At least, I thought while flinging my whip out to grab Dolus's sword, Apate was out cold. One down, one to go.

But obviously, my skills at fighting close-combat were sadly underdeveloped seeing as I only had a few weeks at Camp Half-Blood. Alton was pro at the sword and he still lost. Dolus's foot kicked hard into my stomach and then while stepping on my right foot, he kicked left foot from under me. I heard and felt bone cracking sickeningly. My right foot was broken.

Dolus made his way to Sally, almost cockily. I really hoped that Percy or Annabeth would wake up now… any second would be nice. My whip was under my stomach. If I could just pull it out. Groaning in pain, I gripped the handle hard and tried to push myself into kneeling position. Semi-succeeding, I lashed my whip out at Dolus. Hitting him across the back just as he reached Sally, he let out a hiss turning toward me slowly.

I tried whipping him again, but he was in front of me in inhuman speed. His fist came out of nowhere, punching me straight in the stomach. Coughing blood, I sank to the ground again pray that Dolus wouldn't touch Sally or Alton.

Apparently pleased that I was thoroughly defeated, he walked to Sally grinning menacingly. Kicking Alton to the side, Dolus grabbed Sally's chin and forced her to look at him. Alton moaned, trying weakly to do something. From my vantage point on the dirt, I felt shaking. Or maybe I was just shaking in pain… No, something was weird.

Dolus felt it too, I think, he looked up as the sound of waves came to his ears. Summoning the last of my energy, I looked up to see Poseidon's figure and hear his rumbling voice saying, "You shall not hurt any of them anymore."

Then I blacked out, so I didn't see Poseidon's fury. He almost sent Dolus to Hades… shame that Gods can't die. I also didn't get to see the sappy romantic stuff that Alton insisted on telling me every detail when I woke up.

Apparently, Sally was –most understandably- shocked. She hugged Poseidon close to her, sobbing. After that, she blubbered about how much she missed him. After waiting patiently for her to stop speaking, he pulled her into a kiss -as Alton put it- "with tongues and everything". It felt great to know that they were in love, but come on! There were two almost fatally injured people here! Anyhow, after a splendid kissing scene, Poseidon got down on a knee with a small velvet box. "Will you marry me, Sally Jackson?"
"Yes." Then they shared another deep, loving and passionate kiss, in which both felt perfectly safe and strong in.