Howdy!

Thank you for reviewing! Sorry if this chapter was a bit slow to come out!

I really hope you like this one!

Percy looked across the street at the park. He couldn't believe it.

There were a bunch of tables filled with food, streamers lining the trees, and balloons everywhere. It was decorated like a really colorful party. But that wasn't the best part.

There were dozens of people there.

In the sea of faces he recognized several people: Silena Beauregard, Charles Beckendorf, Bianca di Angelo, Zoë Nightshade, and a bunch of other people he thought he would never see again. He saw the rest of the seven talking with old family members. Leo ran up to a young woman that looked kind of like him. Piper ran up to a guy that looked like a supermodel. Frank was talking to a Chinese woman dressed in army clothing.

Beside him, Annabeth laughed. "Lets go join the party!"

Percy had a great time. He talked with people he hadn't seen for years. He was talking with Bianca about how Nico had been doing when he was still alive when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

He turned around to see a pair of sea-green eyes crinkled into a smile. A woman stood there, and she had dark hair framing her kind face.

"Mom?" Percy croaked out.

"Percy!" Sally Jackson exclaimed, throwing her arms around her son.

Percy wrapped his arms tightly around his mother. She had died at the age of 85 after a life of being a successful author.

He had really missed her.

"How's my son been?" she asked. They were still hugging.

"Umm," Percy said, "I've been better, I guess."

Percy felt a tear land on his shoulder. "I can't believe you had to go through that, Percy. You can't fade away!"

Percy realized that she had been told what had happened to him. Well, maybe not all of it. "Mom, I'll be fine. Promise."

She just laughed through the tears. "That's my Percy."

He felt his own eyes grow watery. "Love you, Mom."

"I love you, too."

But then he got another tap on the shoulder. He turned around, and he wasn't as enthusiastic about who it was. He was actually shocked.

Before him was man with sandy blond hair and a scar running along his face.

Luke.

Annabeth was having a great time. She was catching up with all of her old friends that she had outlived: Clarisse, Malcom, Travis, Connor, Katie, Chris, and many others. She was also catching up with everyone that died young.

She had just finished a conversation with Zoë about how stupid boys were when she thought to go look for her own stupid boyfriend.

She looked around, running into more people and saying hello. When she finally found him, a pang went through her gut.

He was talking with Luke.

They were casually talking. Percy even had a smile on his face.

She wasn't ready for this. Not one bit.

Unfortunately, Percy saw her. "Hey, Wise Girl!"

She reluctantly came over. "Hey, Luke. . ."

"Hey, Annabeth," he said sheepishly.

"Luke was just finishing up something that he wanted to tell you and I," Percy said, poking Luke in the side. "Weren't you, Luke?"

Luke sighed. He looked ready to cry. "Annabeth. . . . I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry. Please forgive me. I'll understand if you don't, but I'm truly sorry."

Annabeth hesitated. She had had mixed feelings about Luke ever since his death. On one hand, she hated him for causing World War Z. On the other hand, she loved him for sacrificing himself to save everyone.

She went up to him slowly. He was obviously nervous. He was probably debating the odds of her slapping him in the face.

If she had learned anything over the course of her life, she had learned to choose love and family first.

And the same would go for Luke.

She reached out and gave him a hug.

"Family, Luke. You promised," she said. "And I promise you the same."

Luke enveloped her in a hug. "Thank you," he whispered.

They stayed like that for awhile. When they finally broke apart, Luke chuckled and said, "I wish Thalia was here."

Annabeth chuckled back. "You know her. She's got those Huntress responsibilities."

"I guess so."

They stood in silence for a moment.

"Hey, weren't you reborn?" Annabeth asked.

Luke smiled. She'd missed that smile. "I was. Three times, actually. I died young each time, but I ended up in the Isles of the Blest. Seems pretty nice, right?"

Annabeth laughed and hugged him. "Be sure to visits sometime, alright?"

He laughed. "Anytime."

Percy cleared his throat. "So man, if Annabeth forgives you, I forgive you."

"Bro?"

"Bro."

"Bro!"

And they bro-hugged.

Annabeth would never understand guys.

800 words. Meh.

I personally really liked this chapter. Even if it was short.

I shall update date when I get 125 reviews.

Thanks for reading!