Okay guys, this is the falling action or resolution or whatever my English teacher calls it. I hope you don't expect more battle scenes cuz I kinda breezed over that in like two sentences. Just fair warning.

But I'm not done yet. A few were concerned I was gonna end it at that last chapter and I'm just like "You really think I'm gonna end it with Lena blacking out?" So, yeah.

But my family is moving next weekend (Saturday! Still doesn't seem real.) and we've begun packing. I've basically packed my room. Anyway, point of this rant is that we'll be packing up and such and I have swim so either the upcoming chapter or chapters will be shorter or they'll be later.

But, yeah, I think there's only gonna be a couple or so more chapters. Then, I'll see if you guys have sequel ideas. I might work on some of my other stories, but I think I'll take a small break from such a huge project like this was. Not that I regret it. This was amazing guys. Totally reinvigorated my Author Dream. Which is why I wanna work on some of my personal stories a little. But don't worry, I'm not disappearing forever. ;)

YOU AREN'T RID OF ME YET! MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

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Anyhoo. Zack's PoV guys! Enjoy!

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ZACK'S PoV

Lena had told me about how the Memory Monster had drawn her into her own memories. I had even been drawn into one of Lena's memories. But being pulled into a fear of my own, not even a memory, was awful.

There was the chill, feeling like a sudden flash of frostbite. Then there was a wounded Lena, blaming me for her injuries. It was all my fault. Guilt and fear consumed me.

Then it was gone. I fell to the ground gasping. I looked up frantically trying to find Lena.

I found her nose to nose with the memory monster, who still looked like an injured and dying form of Lena. The real Lena stood there, blank faced, maybe even looking a little perplexed. The fake Lena was smirking.

Then the fake Lena started to blur. I stood, frowning. By now I had figured that the monster turned into the image of the person's worst fear.

So, imagine my surprise when it just switched to another form of Lena. A normal looking Lena, who looked happy. Like a girl who should be in math class, not fighting monsters. Was this Lena's worst fear? Being normal? That didn't make sense.

I looked at the real Lena's face. Her eyes looked kind of glazed, as if she was seeing something else, but she didn't look afraid.

She looked longing.

What the hell?

Suddenly Lena started backing up from the monster. I grabbed at her, trying to get her to snap out of it. She didn't even look at me. It was like every single sense in her body had shut down.

I don't know how long she was like that. Just standing there, staring blankly at the monster posing as a deranged doppelganger.

It happened so quickly. One moment Lena was staring blankly, the next her sword was in the monster's stomach. For the first time, Lena's face showed emotion. It showed fury. I saw her look into the monster's eyes, and she spoke aloud, "But you, and my fear, will not control me. Not anymore. So, go to hell, and tell Hades I said hello." Then she ripped the sword from the monster, standing triumphantly.

Then she fell.

"Lena!" I screamed, rushing to her side. As soon as I touched her I was immediately extremely concerned. She was burning hot.

"Move over," a hoarse voice told me. I turned around and looked up to see Thalia. She was cut and bleeding, but looked more determined than ever. For a moment, I just stayed there, stunned.

"You got any Ambrosia on you?" Thalia asked, pulling a bag out of her pocket. After my pause she nodded. "Didn't think so. Move."

I made room for her next to Lena. Thalia felt her forehead, immediately drawing her forehead back. She frowned with concern.

"What?" I asked.

"She's burning hot."

"Well, yeah." I said. "What's wrong?"

"Did Lena describe the feeling of the Memory Monster as a cold feeling?"

"Yeah."

Thalia clenched her jaw. "Well, then I would almost be comforted. The heat could be the infection leaving the body."

"But…?"

"She's not waking. I'm afraid the ambrosia could give unwanted added heat." She paused, thinking. "We'll have to risk it." She pulled some ambrosia out of the bag and gently put it in Lena's mouth. Lena ate it and a moment later she was gasping for air. She turned to her side and started vomiting. When she stopped heaving she groaned.

"That's attractive."

Thalia chuckled and rolled her eyes. "You are so much like your mother." She then stood. Looking to me she said, "She'll be fine. That beautiful thing that just came out of her mouth is the infection leaving her body."

Lena smiled sarcastically. "Thank you for that. Appreciate it," she said in a hoarse voice.

Thalia smiled, but it went away quick. "The other monsters were following the Memory Monster's orders. Most will probably leave now and face retribution with the god that they serve. Others will die, even if I have to kill them myself."

I looked at her skeptically. "All by yourself?"

"I've had a long few days. I'm a bit annoyed, right now, so killing some monsters would be very beneficial."

"You're hurt, Thalia." I insisted.

Lena laughed. "Yeah, that'll stop her." She stood and then looked to Thalia. "Come on, we got some monsters to dust."

I bounded up and grabbed Lena's wrist. "Lena! Be rational here."

She looked at me and smirked. "Screw rationalism." She turned back to Thalia. "Come on. My day has kinda sucked so far. Let's kill and then get the hell out of here."

The remainder of the day was spent slashing and killing every gods forsaken thing with claws or fangs or whatever. By midnight the sand glittered gold, blurring with monster dust.

After the battle was over, everyone congregated together at a cliff rock looking over a highway. Just below us was the entrance of Camp Jupiter.

I saw Lena sitting in a ball, looking out and I walked over and sat next to her. For a moment we just sat in silence here. She spoke first.

"If I'm right, this is the cliff where my father fought the gorgons. Well, the lesser gorgons. He had already killed Medusa years ago. He stood on this very rock ledge, with no memory but my mother's name, and fought bravely. Not fearlessly. Bravely." She looked down and chuckled quietly. "He friggen jumped off of this cliff on a snack tray. Granted, he had the Curse of Achilles, but still." She paused. "He did stupid shit like that a lot. Stupid shit that is crazy reckless, but for the benefit of others." She took a deep breath. "He didn't even remember who my mom was, but he fought for her relentlessly. Refused to abandon her. He didn't walk away, no matter how rough it got."

She fell silent, looking down, appearing almost…ashamed?

"What is this about, Lena?"

She took a deep breath, but wouldn't meet my eyes. "When I faced the memory monster, what did you see?"

"I saw the memory monster turn into…I don't know…a different version of you, or something. A happier version." She bit her thumb, like she does when she's deep in thought. I frowned. "What was that about, Silena?"

Lena looked down at her hands. "The memory monster showed me something, but not my greatest fear." She didn't continue.

"What did she show you, Silena?" I persisted.

Lena's gaze returned to the landscape around us. "It showed me my greatest desire." She chuckled, but there was no humor, and looked down again. "It showed me the life I could have lived. A life as a normal girl without a drop of godly blood in her. One who went to one school and had friends she's known all her life. One who had a boyfriend she had known all her life. One with both of her parent's and even a little brother. One who laughed and one who cared, but didn't have a care in the world, ya know?" I nodded.

"It said," she continued, "That it would give me that life. It would erase my memory of my life and in that one moment before it killed me in the real world I would have lived that entire normal life." She looked away.

My eyes were wide. "It…it wouldn't have been real, Silena." I said quietly.

She whipped her head to face me. "You think I don't know that? Of course it wouldn't have been real, but I wouldn't have known that if I accepted the offer. I would have been able to forget all of this. All of my pain and my hurt." Her face filled with emotion and she looked away from me. "I wanted it, Zack." She said quietly, her voice cracking at the end. "I wanted it so badly."

Then she started crying.

I pulled her into me, knowing the importance of this moment. The walls had broken a few days ago, but Lena hadn't let go of some of her pain. This was her letting go. It hurt like a freaking bitch, but it was necessary and I think Lena knew that.

This was her mourning. Mourning for her parent's troubled lives. Mourning for her parent's death. Mourning for the girl who died along with her parents. Mourning for the lives and the families of the two men she killed. Mourning for the life she could never have.

This was the final storm, but I knew Lena would be better afterwards for having endured it.

Lena had always been beautiful, but after this?

She was going to be stunning.

I forgot something…..hmmmmm….

Oh yeah…

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