At Camp, the demigods were mourning the dead. Most were in casts, slings, or other various medical gear. They were gathered at the amphitheater, the fire burning bright. Chiron gave a speech to the kids, before letting them do as they please. Some went back to rest. Some went to the beach. Most stayed behind to pay respects to their friends.
James stayed behind. He hadn't lost anyone, but he still wanted to pay respects to the fallen dead. His arm was in a sling and he was exhausted, but he felt it appropriate. As he was sitting, his head bowed, definitely not nodding off at all, something appeared above his head. The holographic 'icon' of claiming. It was black, with a silver-tipped quill. It was the mark of Momus.
So that's it! The Battle of Manhattan is officially done, and its sequel is set up. Feels weird, now, though. Like, yay, it's done, but a kind of "what not" kind of thing, too.
Anyway, you guys will just have to wait until it's sequel is done to hear from me, again. Unless you wish to contact me, that is. Feel free to PM me whenever for more personal feedback, requests for upcoming fics, or just to chat!
~SoA