GO FORWARD AND BE EATEN.

GO BACK AND REGRET IT FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.

NOT MUCH OF A CHOICE, IS IT?

Kyle is Percy's and Annabeth's first child. It is my very personal opinion that they had eight kids. Kyle and Lalita, the first two have black hair and grey eyes. Simon and the youngest, Navi, have black hair and green eyes. Simon is the third and looks exactly like Percy. Liam is the fourth and Anjou is the seventh and they both have blonde hair and green eyes. The twins come in between Liam and Anjou, they are blondes with grey eyes and are as smart as their mother. Their names are Carlos and Jenna. Liam and Simon are very over protective of Anjou and Navi, respectively. Only Kyle, Liam and Jenna married, but it was true love. Lalita had a succession of boyfriends but then joined the hunt. Simon and Navi actually worked and lived together, they were closer than twins. Carlos was too wrapped up in his work for much romance. Anjou ended up working for Posiden and was very happy. But this is just my personal opinion.

This couldn't be right.

This COULDN'T be right.

Elysium was supposed to be like a heaven.

THIS WAS NOT HEAVEN.

No. The disgusting, impossible . . . scene . . . could not be right.

I cannot believe I left my family and friends for this. Okay so they were my family also, but I am referring to my living relatives. Not the dead ones.

All I wanted to do was die peacefully and then come down here to Elysium to find my beautiful Simona, and then quietly spend the rest of eternity with her, down here. Or at least until I got bored and decided to be reborn.

But that was interrupted when the first thing I see when entering Elysium, is my parent, at sixteen, making out. Very heavily, I might add. When you are young, your parents' kissing is disgusting and unmentionable, because you just can't see them that way. It doesn't get any better when you get older either. So when I saw my sixteen year old mom straddling my equally and disturbingly young dad and running her hands over his chest, and him sticking his tongue in her mouth, my natural reaction was, EEEWWWW!

What?

You can't honestly say you wouldn't have done the same with your parents in that situation.

So I did the natural thing.

Sending a silent plea of forgiveness to my children who had to watch while I kissed my wife, I walked right up to them, planted my feet firmly on the ground and said very loudly,

"What the HELL are you doing!"

Surprised, they looked up and then smiled when they saw it was just me.

Before, I never really got what people were talking about when they said Simon looked like my dad. Now, remembering what Simon had looked like at sixteen, I understood what they meant. And let me tell you, seeing your own father look exactly the same as your younger brother who you used to tease and torture every day is very disconcerting

"Hey Kyle, we thought you might be down here soon, so we decided to meet you," he said in a very unconvincing innocent voice.

I snorted.

"Yeah right. And what happened? You look so . . ." I trailed off, gesturing to their teenage bodies.

"Apparently," my mom said in her all knowing voice, "when you die and come down here, your spirit takes the shape of your body when it was most alive. For us, that was when we were sixteen. That's why you look about twenty."

I stared down at myself. She was right. And to think I missed them when they died at ninety four!

"So I'm younger than my parents. Great. Absolutely fabulous."

"Don't worry, it's a bit confusing at first, but you'll get used to it. We did anyway," mom said, looking back down at my dad and smiling, "Didn't we, Percy?"

"Oh, indeed Annabeth. Very used to it," he murmured and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her down for another kiss.

I decided to leave them to it, so making sure they didn't see my face,(I wouldn't put it past my mother to lecture me even if I do look older than her,) I backed down the hill and went looking for Simona.

When I finally saw, her I realized that as long as I got to kiss her, I didn't care if the whole world was watching.

If I have offended or contridicted anyone, I apologize.

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