Me: I will never be able to let you guys full understand how affected I am by your reviews. Each one of them brings a huge smile to my face.

Thank you, all of you who have at one point reviewed, for taking the time to tell me what you thought.

Note: You should also know that I'll be going back and updating some of the older chapters. Some of you might have noticed that I revised the first chapter and added a short drabble to it.

This is: Relaxation

I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Rick Riordan does, though.

Annabeth, Percy, Thalia, Rachel, Grover, Junpier, Nico

Summary preview: Laughter filled wind, showing even the king's approval.

-100DIWPJ-

It was a sunny day, on the summer solstices, warm wind keeping the temperatures down to a comfortable level. Camp Half-Blood was busy in an idle way. There was no war to be fought, no enemy to defeat (unless one counted mosquitos), and many of the cabins had been completed years ago. The residents were mostly doing chores half-heartedly, or flat-out lazing around. Even the camp's strict director was in an unusally good mood.

The lake was rippling, the Nymphs' trilling laugher ringing through the air at times. The forest was alive with mysterious creatures, all teasing the edges of the forest, but none daring to show themselves. The strawberry field was overflowing with ripe fruit.

If you looked pasted the strawberry fields far enough, you might be able to see a group of people, ages all varied. A woman with golden blonde hair (seemingly around the age twenty-five) was laying on a picnic blanket with a man around the same age, with stark black hair. Their hands were intertwined, and golden wedding bands gleamed as they pointed at passing clouds.

If you looked west you would find another man, around seventeen perhaps, who was sitting in a patch of unusually bright flowers, playing his reed pipe, eyes closed in peace. A girl sat beside him, using him as a pillow of sorts. Her dress and sandals were a tree green, and her amber hair was pulled up into an upside-down bun.

Off to the east side of the setting, a younger man was dozing off against a shady tree. His shaggy black hair covered most of his eyes, but the contrast against his pale skin and black clothing was hard to miss. As was the slight drool starting to escape his mouth.

Sitting a short distance southeast behind the young man, you would find a girl, no more than fifteen, with jet black hair, and a wild but noble air about her. She was chatting wryly with a woman with brilliant red hair and emerald eyes. The red-headed woman was vaguely sketching the scene before her, an amused tilt to her lips.

The hailed heros of Olympus were participating in a rare moment of relaxation, and enjoying every moment of it.

The next wind brought a hint of laughter, as if Zeus himself smiled down at them.

-100DIWPJ-

Me: Writing this story has been incredible. It wasn't easy, but it was always gratifying. Looking over this, I realized that I actually reached my goal of 100 drabbles.

There are no words for how I feel right now.

I just want to thank you guys for sticking with this until the end, despite my random updating schedule and how strange my writing style got sometimes.

And I want to thank you for inspiring me to update, giving me ideas, and even pointing out flaws. I've laughed, cried, screamed, and been frustrated beyond belief writing this. But your reviews and favoriting 100DIWPJ made it possible for me to keep writing.

I love you guys. I really, truly do.

So for the last time, can I hear your thoughts on the chapter or story in whole? On your favorite chapter or which one you couldn't stand?

I'm going to miss writing this.

End.

~ Anna/ Booklover98