I suppose you want a happy ending. Everyone does, nowadays. Not so in my time - why, Vergil didn't even finish his Aeneid! The Iliad ended with the death of the greatest man of all time, and my own story even ended with my death - although Macaria did have me in the end; it was a peaceful death in the arms of my beloved Penelope and Telemachus.
But Robin loves these new, modern happy endings. He got his own, after all.
Calliope reopened the green wood and Robin and Oenone returned. However, they were forbidden to leave unless it was to Parnassus or Camp Half-Blood, and even then I had to accompany and protect them. But Robin and the nymph never minded - before them lay an joyous eternity in their prime of their life.
From what Oenone tells me, Andromache was also happy with her best friends Nasim and Will, who were there for her always. Nasim, who's magic continued to grow more powerful until he was a full fledged Sorcerer, became the counselor for his cabin, soon earning the nickname of "Gandalf" (damned if I know what that is supposed to mean).
Kivese and the Hunters still visit the green forest regularly and when they do the trees are full of merry laughter. They are not the only ones who come here, though, and we have seen everyone from knights in shining armor to very lost television crews. We've had hunting parties carrying bows and hunting parties carrying rifles. We've even had a few people from the future, but I shan't tell you of them.
And so, as the poets would never deign to say, we all lived happily ever after.
Odysseus
King of Ithaca