A/N: Hey… I'm back… Sorry Sorry, I know you hate me, but I have reasons listed at the end why I'm late. Sorry this chapter sucks and please review! I love you all

Chapter 15

~Thalia's P.O.V.~

The hot, stinging pain of her gut had stopped moments ago, the tube pumping morphine into her arm doing a lot to help. Her head swam as she struggled to keep her eyes open. She gave up trying to move a while ago. The blaring lights from the medical bay Nico had carried her to stung her vision, loud voices and beeps of machines slamming into her fuzzy ear drums. Were they done yet?

When they had entered the med bay, Nico automatically started working on her. Granted, the Goth boy was no Will Solace when it came to medicine, Will their head medic, but Nico knew exactly how to patch up battle wounds to stop the blood. Thalia could remembered the times she drug her fingertips lightly over his scars on his arms and legs, he having to patch up himself. She'd have a scar, but she couldn't really care less. Scars made a person, and she would wear it proudly if she had the chance. The only down side to Nico method was that it was the oldest way in the book.

With a common needle and thread.

At first, the motion of the needle going into her skin was almost enough for her to pass out. The pain from it was torturous and blinding, the sting being pulled closed just as bad. She felt her skin being sown back together, and each little tug and pull increasing the agony stepping on her spinal cord and nerves, but Nico wasn't sloppy. His tight and accurate movements eased the pain a bit, an improper job feeling much worse than a proper one, and once Will rushed to her with a thing of morphine, things started to get better.

The craving and threat of going into shock subsided, the girl becoming conscious of everything around her. The room was small and held that stale medical air that every hospital had. Her skin was a bit clammy and dirty from the fighting, and she didn't even want to know how badly her clothing had be damaged through the course of the fight. The feel of Nico's movements vanished, Thalia extremely tempted to sit up and check if he was still working. She knew better than that, though, so she waited in silence until she was given the OK to move.

Her senses started coming back bit by bit, Thalia grateful for the extreme painkiller. Thalia was never really a fan of pain killers, she seeing them as for the weak and petty, but in that moment she couldn't be happier for it. The cooling relief of the morphine lick over every nerve and vein, she relaxing happily as the soothing feeling washed over her. Her hearing was slowly fading to focus, her ears able to catch sentences every now and then. She still smelt a heavy stench of blood, a new twinge of medicine mixing with it, and saliva finally returned to a functioning level in her mouth. Even though she was pleased with the new found hearing, its development was fresh and made every sound of noise too loud for Thalia's comfort level. She wanted to closer her eyes, blocking out the world and all the noise, but she didn't even trust herself to stay awake.

She wouldn't die on Nico; she wouldn't do that to him.

The boy had lost so much already that Thalia could barely comprehend the idea of leaving him in a similar manor. The two were tied together by their souls, meaning if one went down the other would quickly follow. Thalia prayed to every being in the heavens that she and Nico died at the same time. There was no way the two could live without the other, and she feared that the one left behind by the other's departing would be desperate enough to follow their lover in a less than orthodox manor of death. She thought about it from time to time, but she never dwelt on it. Dwelling on death caused the corruption of the mind, and she never wanted to slip back into her dark place Nico had once struggled so hard to pull her out of after Luke left.

The sudden smell of sulfur and a lit match filled the air, a light gasp from Will echoing the smell.

"What are you doing?!" Will questioned urgently, Nico the one doing all of the work after refusing any kind of help.

Thalia was glad she could hear again, the conversation quite entertaining.

"I'm cauterizing the wound to seal it." Nico replied with a matter-of-fact tone, the sound radiating around her stomach area.

"But with a match?"

"She wouldn't have it any other way."

A smile moved over Thalia's face. Nico knew her better than anyone else in the world, and she couldn't help but love the boy because of it.

A moment of silence paired with a few grumbles about insanitation from Will paced in the air, and Nico finally let out a long sigh.

"Done… and you say her insides will be alright?" The dark boy asked, both guys still out of Thalia's line of sight.

"Yes, while you were gathering your… em… supplies… we took the liberty of working with what the blade did on the inside. We were surprised she stayed conscious through all of it. She more than likely couldn't feel it, but she's all better now and that's all that matters." Will stated, Thalia guessing he was more than likely giving his sharp little head nod of affirmation like he always did when he took care of a patient and was wrapping up his diagnosis. Thalia felt a rough hand slide into her own, Nico moving to her side. His presence was always comforting, almost since day one, and Thalia gripped back as best as she could.

"She's a tough one," Nico complemented, moving up closer to her head.

Thalia's head tilted the smallest bit to the right, small shoots of pain twirling up her neck, and her eyes connected with a pair of obsidian ones.

She nearly chuckled at his appearance, a small smile grazing her lips. His hair was still short, it matted down to his forehead with sweat from the fight, and a few scrapes covered his cheeks and neck. Lines of worry clung to his face as he stared back at her, their hands gripped into one another's in an almost desperate thanks to the gods that they were both OK. He had discarded his armor once they got to the med bay, his black tank top underneath a bit ratty and torn, and Thalia couldn't help but love him even more in that moment than before. He had once again saved her life. He risked his own and given her his all just to make sure she would be ok. Thalia would never be able to thank him enough; no matter how hard she tried she would never be able to.

Will had left the two alone as they exchanged glances, and a smirk leaked onto Nico's face.

"Don't go all sappy on me now," he teased, his forehead going to hers, "I know that look on your face."

A chuckle, though still a bit painful, leaked from Thalia's throat as she hit his shoulder lightly, her eyes closing as she pushed her forehead against his.

"Oh shut up." She whispered, his deep laugh following the words she spoke gently.

A soft hush fell over the room, but it was one of the most comfortable silences Thalia had ever been in. Their breath mixed together in a soft combination of air, the solid and gently beep of the heart monitor lulling both of their ears. Thalia's heart beat had remained strong and solid, only being slightly faint when Nico first arrived with her to get help, and she reached out and felt his against his chest, the warmth of his body and his rock solid heart beat both extremely comforting to her. His fingers of his free hand traced over her arm and shoulder softly, the tingles following every movement of his hand, and Thalia could feel all the emotions she tried to hide constantly flood to the surface.

Thalia felt a small lump form in her throat right before she spoke, the words catching a bit as they almost refuse to come out.

"Thank you… for everything." She whispered, the voice filling the space between them and only reaching their ears. Thalia wasn't one to thank easy, she usually just blowing it off, but she meant it with him. He was her past, present, and future, and she wanted it no other way.

Nico gently ran his thumb over her knuckles of their joint hands, and his words held the same deep emotions yet near silent tone.

"I will not lose you to anything besides time." He promises, his eyes closed as well.

The words caused Thalia's heart to flutter a bit, the machine noticing the flux, and she held his hand tighter. She had finally found something solid in her life. One thing important after another would be yanked out from under her feet, either by their own choice or another's. She was tired of losing important things to her, and Nico was the one she could not lose. His words gave her that warming confidence that they had something that could last the ages, and she would never let that feeling go. That feeling that the string finally tied around both their fingers, the bond complete and never able to break.

They were one, and Thalia wouldn't change it for the world.

~~~Break~~~~~~~

~Athena's P.O.V.~

"This may be the last time I write you. Mother, I am completely terrified. Will I have to kill a lot of people? Will I lose the ones I love? I am not sure, but I am so scared. I know you always trained me to have a plan… but I am doubting myself now more than ever. I have given you our location so you can come and find us if we do not return/or you do not hear from us. I love you mom… please tell dad I'm sorry for being such a bad daughter for him if I do not return… tell him I tired. I tried so hard. Sincerely yours, Annabeth Chase."

Athena finished reading the last letter from the large stack she received from her daughter, swallowing hard and gently setting it back on the table, a silence falling over every man in the room. Annabeth had been writing to her mother the moment the Revolution started. Athena had to move away due to her job taking off and demanding she let her old district of work, and the two women always preferred letters over email or texting. Annabeth's letters explained absolutely everything. The cause, Luke's betrayal, the pain, the losses, begging for strategy (Athena happily aiding Annabeth whenever the blonde needed it), Percy, the kidnapping, the destroying of bases, and finally, the start of the battle. The letters held the truth behind K. Ronos's work, and she glanced over every man's face to see how the shock was setting in.

Athena's piercing grey eyes first fell on Hermes. His hands were covering his face in a dark mixture of shame and grief, the man utterly and completely still. For the first time in his life, Hermes had no reason to run to a message. He had no reason to move. He was just… still. Athena had to admit, the sight was extremely haunting and made her stomach turn. She wanted him to twitch, shift, move, or just do ANYTHING like he normally did. The still silence coming from him was a scary sight to be seen, and the man took in the utter gravity of what was really going on with his son.

Next. Athena glanced over to Hades, his face holding so many mixed emotions. Pain for the loss of Bianca, anger for not being able to see Nico hurting, fear that he would always fail as a father without his wife there, and the utter embarrassment that he had neglected his son. Hades had lost the most out of all of them. Both his wife and daughter were torn from his life, and now his son was slipping as well. If it hadn't been for Thalia, Hades would have lost Nico a long while ago, and Athena's heart hurt for him in that moment. One's children and love were all the world to them… and with them gone… nothing felt the same. Athena had never lost a child before, and she could barely imagine the pain Hades never let out about the subject. Bianca was his baby, and while he loved Nico just as much, losing his eldest child as well as his only daughter, time just made the pain too much for Hades to functionally handle. So he shut everyone out, including the one person who needed him the absolute most.

Athena's eyes shifted to Poseidon next, he not her most favorite person but still a member of the group. His eyes were hallow, breath shallow and gaze staring into space. His face aged about twenty years at the end of the letters, his lack of knowledge about Percy hitting him the hardest. He had promised Sally he'd keep Percy and Tyson safe, smart, and loved. Poseidon had done little to none of those, and he could feel the disappointment in himself swallow him. His eyes, usually a vibrant sea color, were dull and on the verge of tears, and his hands shook a bit on the table, Athena seeing how he wasn't handling the news well. She had to admit, she wasn't the happiest when she heard about Percy and Annabeth's relationship, but at least she knew about it when it happened. Poseidon was finding out when there was the possibility that the young couple wasn't even alive. The morbid thoughts were sulking in Poseidon's head, and Athena forced herself to rip her eyes from him, moving to her brother.

Zeus was tense, hand a solid fist on the table as he glared at the table top, frustration at… well at everything leaking from him. His daughter, for years, had constantly been put in danger, sent to other countries, fought in battles, lost close friends, and he hadn't had a clue. All the fathers were ashamed to not know one thing truly about their children, and Zeus expressed it in anger rather than Hermes's silence or Poseidon's shame. Zeus's electric blue eyes shifted to Athena, the siblings exchanging looks for only a moment, before Zeus broke the stare and continued to brood silently.

"Why didn't you tell us sooner?"

The question stabbed at the silence, and Athena moved her gaze to the only person she hadn't looked at yet at the table.

Fredrick was a bit pale, but traces of frustration lined his eyes. Athena watched her ex-husband in almost amazement, the fact that he wasn't running around with worry at the fact his daughter could be dead almost making Athena smack him right then and there, and she nearly missed his question completely because of her astonishment. The two had once seriously loved each other, their lives with Annabeth near perfect and nothing seeming to go the wrong way. But everything changed when Fredrick joined Ronos and became more and more successful. He stopped coming home on time, stopped seeing his daughter off to school or saying good bye to his wife when he left for work. Athena was the one who called off the marriage, not wanting to be around him any more when he was like that, and she regretted it the day Fredrick gained full custody rights of Annabeth when Athena's career still hadn't taken off yet. Athena contacted her daughter every moment she could because she knew Annabeth needed someone to be there for her in her life, and Athena had been right when she refused to trust Fredrick to be the one there for their daughter. After the affair and Fredrick still winning custody of the twins. Athena never let the bitterness of Sue getting to raise her baby boys affect her relationship with her children, and she did her best to make her children happy and give them the life they wanted even when she couldn't have them. Fredrick had always treated the twins differently than Annabeth, Annabeth reminding Fredrick too much of her mother, and he made his own little family with the boys and Sue, excluding Annabeth from the picture. Athena wished Annabeth received the same love from her father that the boys, but Annabeth was smart enough to not take it out on the boys like other siblings would. She treated them well and made sure they were taken care of… even when she wasn't.

Athena held the deep eye contact with Fredrick as she let the question sink, and her answer was cool and logical, it making perfect sense to her as she smoothly spoke the words.

"It wasn't important to any of you until now."

Athena's words suffocated the air, and a small noise left Hermes for the first time since the letters had been read. The truth was so thick in the words that each man looked to have issues swallowing it. For so many years, not one of them seemed to care, the money K. Ronos was making them was their only goal. Athena was the only logical one the whole time, and the dread of it settled in finally after all those years of neglect.

Fredrick shook his head and sighed a small bit, the worry finally finding his face as he ran a hand over it.

"If I had known… I would've done something to change," he admitted quietly, his hand resting on his chin as Athena watched morphing expressions rule his face, "Business is good… but family is first, and she IS my daughter."

The other men nodded in agreement, they glancing at each other. Zeus glanced at Athena, his booming voice speaking out with a cool levelness that Athena forgot he possessed in him as well.

"We must go get them. We need to put a stop to Ronos's plan and this company must end… for our children's sake." He announces, the proclamation being approved by the others with soft words of agreement. It was a heavy choice to make… but if they didn't end the madness now… they'd only far deeper into the forever sinking rabbit hole.

Athena could feel the happiness spread in her and she let a small smile stretch over her face. They could finally see it; they could see their children's want for them and the men were doing something about it. Athena had silently watched the company these men devoted their lives to draw them apart, taking the best qualities from them. They were all vain for most of their lives, but they still each had a good quality about them that Athena use to admire before the company became successful. Hermes use to hold the best humor of anyone she knew, but after numerous trips all over the world and company, he lost the spark in him that drove his naturally charming personality. Poseidon, while he and Athena bickered constantly, had the softest heart for whoever needed it, but he lost that also as he lost Sally and filled his hurt with success instead of love from his sons. Hades was always a gracious host to every event and use to hold the most splendid events, but as he focused on work and not on life, his doors remained closed and the ghosts of Maria and Bianca where the only things to keep him company, Nico never going home. Zeus was that man who could make you feel like the most important person on the planet, and Athena was most saddened when she watched that quality leave her only brother. And Fredrick… everything about Fredrick that Athena had loved was gone when he dived into work. He had left their family and made his own, he not only damaging Annabeth but seriously damaging his inner self. Athena could see the old spark of the guys filling their eyes again, and she prayed it would stay this time.

She calmly stood to her feet, every eye drawn to her as she spoke.

"Well, then I guess the first step is to go and get our children back… and I know just where they are."

~~~Break~~~~~~~~

~Percy's P.O.V.~

It had been about two days since the fighting ceased, or at least Percy thought it had been two days. They had rounded up the dead, gotten aid to the wounded, and let the living sit around in their own deepening sadness. There were so many losses on both sides of the battle, and Percy could feel the air of depression and sorrow flooding the once blood stained warehouse. Everything was easy to clean up, since the area was mainly concrete, but Percy could still imagine it all as it had been the day it was all over. The walls and flood had been red, blood showing that they were all the same on the inside, but it had leaked into the brain of everyone that had been fighting. Some had gone stir crazy, others were too damaged to speak. And others… well others were still trying to grasp hold of what exactly happened.

Percy had stayed right next to Annabeth every moment of those two days. Yes, she did indeed almost break his nose when she accidentally elbowed him in the face as she struggled in his arms while he dragged her from Luke, but Percy stayed none the less as she needed the solid comfort that he was willing to offer her. They kept the lights off in her room, the room cold with the build's automatic air conditioning, and Percy held her right against his chest as his heart broke with her every sob. He knew she would be so mad at herself for being so weak, Annabeth hating being so weak, but the fighting was all finally over and ended in such a dark way… she just wasn't prepared for it.

She wouldn't eat until lunch time of the second day, no matter how hard Percy pushed for her to eat, and neither one of them slept a wink. Annabeth had curled against Percy, her body perched sideways in his lap, and her hands clutched his shirt as her tears finally slowed and disappeared on the second day. They were both absolute wrecks, hair out of place and messy, clothing damaged from battle. Percy had to once or twice address a few issues concerning the living and wounded troops, he the only functional one seeing as Nico wouldn't leave Thalia who was resting in the hospital and Annabeth was trying to cope with her former best friend dying. Being in charge absolutely sucked, Percy learning that truth first hand. Taking over for just two days was enough for him never wanting to being the boss of anything ever again, and he returned to Annabeth's side with a sigh of relief when the duty as 'fill-in boss' was over.

He calmly ran a hand up and down Annabeth's back, their soft breathing filling the room as they stayed together. His fingers danced lightly through her messed up blonde hair, he not caring the smallest bit that they were both gross from the battle. He was just glad they were both ok, his heart clenching at even the idea of either one of them being hurt. He had just recently got together with Annabeth, but he didn't want to be without her. She was brilliant, funny, and the most amazing girl he'd ever met in his life. No other girl could compare, and he knew that he wouldn't be the same without her.

"He gave me that knife you know." Annabeth said in the softest tone, those her first words after days. Her throat was raw and thick from crying, and Percy almost missed what she said if he hadn't being paying full attention to her.

His fingers hesitated a moment before continuing their movement, he listening to her softly after he gently encouraged her to say more with a soft, "Yeah?"

"He was like my older brother," she continued, voice sad but growing more stable as she talks, "He was so full of life and happiness before he switched sides. He would goof around and yet could be the most driven and focused person I've ever met… he was so determined to beat Ronos… it just hurts to think that he's gone and we still haven't completely won…" Her voice was quiet and gently, Percy feeling his heart clench at the sound. Annabeth was always the strong and comforting one… and seeing this side of her was worrying Percy and playing with his heart strings in the worst way.

His hand gently felt over her back more as he quietly coaxed her, his voice making a small warmth fill Annabeth's body, "Ya know… I could see that he still cared about you all. He had this little light in his eyes when he looked at you and Thalia that made you wonder how he really knew you all. He cared… and that's why he did what he did."

The words hung in the air for a moment, just their breaths filling the dark room as Percy watched Annabeth. He really hoped that helped her a bit. No, he wasn't the brightest guy on the block, but he did have his small moments when his advice did make sense.

Her sleek fingers gently intertwined with his, her cool touch swirling against his warm palm. Her breath had relaxed to a soft and even pace, her body sinking back into Percy's as she thought more about his words.

"You're right," she agreed softly, leaning more against him as she thought, the couple's eyes on their laced fingers, "He did care… and that's all we have to remember."

The smallest smile traced over Annabeth's lips, and Percy brushed his over her temple softly. Luke may have made many mistakes and turned his back on them when they needed him, but when it came down to it, he had always cared for them and their cause. He had been raised up in a neglectful house right along side them. He had tasted the bitter flavor of abandonment by his parent and watched his family split apart. He was just like them, and Percy hoped that Annabeth could hold onto that truth while the dark memories of Luke slipped from her subconscious.

"Thank you" she muttered softly, her hand squeezing his a small bit.

Percy smiled and nodded, squeezing back just as gently.

They sat in a lulling silence until some commotion erupted outside the room. Percy frowned and glanced at the door, Annabeth sharing the same expression with the dark haired boy. The pair slowly stood, making their way to the door. There shouldn't have been any sort of chaos going on unless something was wrong, and Percy really hoped there wasn't something bad waiting outside the door for them.

He glanced back at Annabeth, then cautiously opened the door. His eyes felt on two figures standing at the door, and a grin split across his face. He was standing with the door open in such a way that Annabeth couldn't see, and he called back to her with a grin on his face, "Annabeth, you're not gonna believe who's here."

~~~Break~~~~~~~

~Silena's P.O.V.~

Silena stood in front of two large oak doors, her heart slamming in her chest as her eyes trailed over the sight. The doors were about twice as large as any door, and the sheer size alone intimidated Silena like no other. She glanced to her right, Beckendorf standing there with the same expression she had, and she swallowed a little as her eyes went back to the door.

"You ready?" She questioned him gently, her hand moving and squeezing his. Her voice was a tad shaky and she blinked the tears from her eyes. They hadn't told anyone about their mission because they knew it wouldn't end how they wanted it to.

Charles's hand was warm and engulfed hers, his warm eyes moving to hers. He shifted his body over, an arm slinking around her waist, and his lips pressed to hers softly as the couple felt the realization of the moment sinking in them. They had been together through the whole Revolution. Charlie had gone out of his way to impress Silena the first day he saw her, and she couldn't see herself with any other guy than him from the day she said yes to their first date. He was the solid rock she needed and wanted, his toughness just a mask for everyone else. She fell in love with his big heart that he had under all the tattoos and weapons; he did truly care about her and didn't see her as another pretty girl to sleep with.

The couple split and shaky breaths were exchanged as the gravity of the moment set in.

"I love you," Beckendorf whispered, his voice sending shivers down Silena's spine and a few more tears prickling her eyes.

"I love you too." She replied in the same volume, his thumb moving up and gently swiping the tears away, the touch so soft and caring Silena nearly broke out in tears from the sheer contact. It was now or never… and never was no longer an option.

The two swung the large double doors open, and came face to face with K. Ronos's golden eyes. His ashen hair was slick back and retained it short length. His suit was solid black from head to toes, his walking cane absentmindedly spinning in his hand. His eyes were fixed on the diamond as Silena and Beckendorf pointed their guns as his head, the older man not even flinching a small bit. His eyes shifted to them and then back to the cane, his words lazy and smooth as they left from his sneered lips, head shaking a bit in disapproval.

"I was wondering when you brats would come."

His words stung Silena a bit, she cocking back the trigger despite Beckendorf's warning look. She wasn't a brat, and she was tired of being pushed around. Luke had pushed her around, his henchmen had pushed her around, and now Ronos was? No, she wouldn't stand for it. She was done taking orders and she wouldn't back down again… No…. not this time.

"I would watch what you say, Ronos," she threatened, her eyes watching his as her teeth grit a bit, "You're in no position to talk."

Ronos smirked a bit, eyes drifting over her as he chuckled a little.

"My dear… you aren't either."

His hand slipped above the desk and a pistol of his own glinted wickedly into view. Silena didn't even flinch when she saw the gun, both she and Beckendorf expecting that much. They were a bit surprised, however, when only one single guard stepped from the shadows, they expecting many more to guard the boss. The guard was tall and lanky, his gun as sleek as everyone else's, the stand off raising the tension in the air to a tangible level. Silena's blue eyes calculated the outcome, her brain spinning as the silence fell like a blanket over their bodies.

One, Silena and Charlie could shoot at just the right moment, she hitting Ronos and he hitting the guard, and they could both make it out alive. That was the most unlikely option, and Silena didn't put any faith into it. Two, both Ronos and the guard could aim for the same person, so while the victim gets shot, the other person could take out both malicious men while their partner falls. A more likely option, but one neither Charles nor Silena wanted. Or three, the pattern of bullets could follow a deadly ring and all would drop, ending it right then and there for all four members in the shootout. That option was the most likely, casing a sweat to spring up on the back of Silena's neck and a sob to hide in her throat. One of three options was acceptable to Silena, and she knew that it was the least likely.

The two knew the mission was futile, they not telling anyone where they where they were going before they left. Silena wanted to redeem herself from joining and helping Luke spy, and Charlie refused to leave her side. They wouldn't be without each other, even if that meant death for both. Killing Ronos was the only step left in the plan to end it all, and Silena took the opportunity even while she knew death followed her every footstep.

"I guess this is it then… isn't it?" Silena asked gently, her eyes flickering back to Ronos as her gun shifted its sight to the guard, Beckendorf's staying on Ronos. Ronos's face held a dark look to it, he already calculating the possibilities like she had and seen the negative outcome for himself.

"Yes… it is."

He words pieced the air right before the first trigger was let off, the sound of it slamming Silena's ear drums. The chain of three shots followed the first, the nasty domino effect happening right before her eyes.

Ronos's bullet had hit her right below the heart, her eyes watching the red, syrupy liquid leak from her chest as her knees trembled with weakening fatigue. Her bullet took the guard out in one swift shot, his forehead holding a bullet hold still smoking as the back of him leaked into the expensive carpet. Ronos held the same empty expression as the guard, Beckendorf's gun never missing its mark, and Charlie was already on the floor as he gripped his stomach and squeezed his eyes shut.

Option three.

Silena hit the carpet with a thud, her face hitting the floor as she kept her eyes on Beckendorf. Charles opened his eyes, sight on Silena, and his arm slowly drug across the carpet of the small office, he not caring that the guard's blood hit his skin as he opened a hand to Silena. His dark skinned face was paling and the tears slipped hot and fast from Silena as she gripped onto his hand, the cold rushing up her legs and tingling across her skin.

She could feel her heart slowing as she whispered, "I love you Charlie," he returning it in the same hushed tone, the cold leaking up into their joint fingers.

Silena laid her head down on the carpet, she closing her eyes as she felt Charlie still holding her hand. A sense of peace swept through her, she realizing that it was all finally done, and she could finally rest. They had fought for so many years, waking every day with the fear they would die without seeing the glorious light of victory.

Silena, hand gripping Beckendorf's and body slipping, could finally see that light. It was warm and fulfilling, showing her the redemption that she needed after her treason fueled by fear of losing her love.

She let herself slip into the warm, a warm hand sliding into hers once she stepped into it, and a smile spread on her face as a last sigh of happiness left her lips, the end finally coming in a rush of joy and utter peace.

A/N: And there's chapter 15 for ya! :D Now… for why I haven't updated…

I almost lost a friend to suicide, I having to deal with that. It was extremely scary and I was with him for months and comforting him

I, myself, almost committed it. For reasons why… I got a lot, and I won't bore you with the details. I didn't and I'm kind of ok now… but that did contribute to the delay in posting.

My laptop of 5 years died and I didn't back it up… so I lost the story. I just recently bought another laptop, my old one dying in Last November. My baby died and I was so upset, I unable to write this story for you all for a long while.

I just finished my junior year of school. That kicked my butt, but not its done and I don't have homework

So those are the main reasons. There are a few more but PLEASE don't hate me Sorry if I made my followers leave because of the lack of update. I love ALLLLLLLL of you so dearly and every single one of your reviews makes me smile and feel amazing. If this suck WHICH I KNOW IT DOES, I'm really sorry. I tried.