AN: So, after a long time about thinking about it, I've decided to continue. Thank you so much for all the kind words. Like a few suggested I've also decided to make this chapter set ten years later. What happened in the last ten years will be explained in the chapter. Thanks for all waiting patiently for another update.

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I don't know if I am going to start another story yet because I want to focus on getting all my stories that I'm writing now finished before I start any others.

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Ten Years Later

Chapter Fifteen

Annabeth

I grab my suitcase off the luggage claim and lean against the wall while waiting for my fiancé. I watch as he flings a backpack over his shoulder and starts walking towards me.

Our eyes meet and I smile at the playful look in his sea green eyes that I've always loved. I can't believe how similar he looks now from when he was sixteen. It's crazy.

His raven hair is slightly longer and standing messily in every direction. He has grown much taller. He's now a full head taller than me. His blue shirt is tight around his arms from tensing his muscles and his smile… well; everyone has to give-in to that smile.

That's the reason we're back in New York. I didn't want to come back but all Percy had to do was smile that cute and babyish smile of his and I give-in. He doesn't know the effect he has on me.

"Ready to go, Wise Girl?" he asks as he reaches me and slides his hand into mine.

"As ready as I'll ever be, Seaweed Brain," I reply.

I bet your wondering why we're back in Manhattan after living in San Francisco for so long, right? Percy wants to get married at Montauk, on the beach, where he proposed to me when we were eighteen. That's the only reason we're here.

I bet you're also wondering why we haven't married after being engaged for eight years? Well, the answer to that question is that we wanted to wait until we were settled into a comfortable home with good jobs and a happy life.

We left seven years ago when we were nineteen. Percy had got the money from his mom's will and we'd moved to San Francisco to get away and, okay, because we were afraid that someone would one day figure out where we were.

A week after Percy and I left the care home we found a newspaper in the bin on the beach and found that we were on the front cover. That was when we started to wear disguise. We were afraid someone would recognise and we'd sent back to the home, or worse, sent to separate ones, miles away from each other.

Percy calling my name brings me out of my thoughts and I look up at him. "What?"

"I said, 'Are you okay?'" Percy asks. "You kind of spaced out."

"I'm fine, really. I was just thinking," I reply.

"About what?" he presses.

"Running away," I admit, looking into his eyes.

"Do you regret it?" he asks.

"No," I say without a second's hesitation. "Do you?"

"Never," he replies and I grin before reaching on tiptoes to press my lips to his.

We reach the airport exit and I sigh once I notice the heavy rain slamming onto the ground. "I miss California already," I huff.

"Hey, it'll be fine. I checked the weather news and it said that May is meant to be sunny. All we need to do is book the wedding and buy the outfits and then we're done," Percy replies.

"I guess," I mutter as Percy signals for a cab.

One pulls over and we put our cases and bags in the trunk before sliding in. "Where to?" the driver asks.

"Lotus Hotel, please," Percy replies and the driver drives off.

"Do you think we'll bump into anyone?" I ask, nervously looking out the window to see if I recognise anyone.

"Nah," Percy replies. "Everyone's probably forgot about us by now. It's been, what, ten years?"

"Good point." I sigh. "I wonder what Thals looks like and Nico and Silena and… everyone."

"Do you think they hate us for leaving?" Percy asks.

"Who knows? But we can't dwell on the past. We can't go back to change it all so why bother thinking about it?" I say.

"You're right, as usual, my Wise Girl," he replies, kissing my forehead.

The driver pulls up in front of the hotel a while later and I pay him for the ride before getting out and grabbing my luggage. Percy grabs his and then we walk inside and to the reception area.

The lady at the desk is too busy, filing her nails with her back to us and squealing on her cell phone to someone, to notice us. Percy clears his throat and the woman looks over her shoulder and opens her mouth to say something when her eyes widen.

I didn't think we'd actually run into someone. I just kept imaging it. I didn't think it would happen. "I'll call you back," the receptionist says to whoever she's talking to before hanging up and turning to face us.

"Is it really you?" she asks, her eyes still wide. "Percy? Annabeth?"

"Calypso…" I mutter.

"It is you! Where have you been? It's been ten years!" she shrieks, causing a few people to look our way. Calypso doesn't let us answer. "I- we've been so worried about you two! Gods, one minute you were there and the next all that was left in your rooms were notes. Everyone came searching for you- even the cops!"

I don't know what to say. It sounds like she actually cares about us… about me! She hates me- ore hated.

"It's a long story," Percy finally says after he recovers from shock. "Maybe we can tell you the whole package another time but right now we're feeling jet-lagged and just want to-"

"Are you that selfish?" Calypso yells.

"What?" I ask, confused. I glance up at Percy. He obviously feels just like I do by the look on his face.

"Well, you just come back from god knows where and you haven't even asked how everyone is!" she explains, her voice echoing throughout the hotel.

"I'm sorry. We're as shocked as you are- trust me. How is everyone?" I ask.

"Worried sick about you two. We thought you were kidnapped or something!"

"We left notes," Percy says.

"The cops looked everywhere for you and couldn't find a clue," Calypso shouts.

"We're sorry, okay?" Percy huffs.

I have to ask the question that has been on the tip of my tongue ever since I realised that this was Calypso. "How is Chiron?" That man was so nice to me and even if he hurt Percy and me by informing us of the rule we still love him.

Calypso's eyes fill with tears but she still looks furious. The next thing she says chills me to the bone and sends what feels like a knife through my heart:

"He's dead…"

AN: Character death! I had to. R.I.P. Chiron! Sorry if there are any mistakes. Please, review and check out my other stories.