Hey guys! Thanks for all the reviews last chapter, as well as during this entire story! Before we go into the vague responses, I just want to say a couple quick things. First off, this has been my most popular story ever. It has the most favs, and by far the most follows. (Seriously, over one thousand people are following this story. Is it just me, or is that insanity?!) And it might not have the most reviews out of all my stories (kinda hard to beat over 1,700 when the story only has 40 chapters lol) but this still has an insane amount of reviews. It has over three times the amount that my previous story got, and I was pretty proud of that one! But anyways, I just want to say thank you to everyone that read this from chapter one to now, and that stuck with it through all the cliffhangers and extended updates. ;) Now, to the vague responses! I didn't realize I made the horrible typo last chapter, where I wrote "obey" where I meant "betray", but I fixed it Sunday night at about 10pm EST. So if you read it after that, you might've seen the AN I left at the bottom and were confused. If you read it before that time, I did fix it, so you're good now! As for the spelling of the titan base, I'm sorry I spelt it wrong! I always confuse myself with that, spelling it Orthys and Othrys. Word tells me one of them is right and one of them is wrong, so I try to go with the one they say is right, which is Orthys. Obviously, I realize now that that is wrong. Amanda is more than deserving of immortality, but no spoilers! We'll see in the chapter what happens with her. ;) And the final vague response for this story: Although LegendOfPerseus already defended me and my story from the guest that claimed to have stopped reading (right before the last chapter, too! Their loss), I'll give my own statement. I know people don't really like OCs (I don't blame you; I don't really enjoy reading fully-OC stories myself). But I felt that Amanda wasn't too bad of an OC. Also, no pairings are decided for the sequel! I must be honest and say I'm getting a little tired of repeating that statement, as well as reading the reviews in which people threaten to leave the story if I don't write (or exclude) a certain pairing. I write this for myself, not you guys (although I do hope you all enjoy it). But really, I don't care if people don't like the pairing. Which is also stupid because so far, I don't even know what the pairing will be! Where was I going with this... Yes! So Amanda will be the child of the prophecy. I don't know if the pairing will be her and Perseus. And I'm not making that decision now. And I definitely didn't want to warp any of my other characters into fitting the mold for child of the prophecy. Who would I have picked? A resurrected Dave, because Hades decided he didn't hate his brother anymore and gave him the gift of his son? And what myths? I think I did a pretty good job the way I did it. And now I'm ranting. Check the end for news on my next story, which includes the poll results! Thanks! I own nothing, but please enjoy the last chapter of The Escaped Titan. :)

Third Person POV

"Do you believe in him?"

One by one, they all nodded.

"Good. So keep believing in him. He hasn't let you down before." She looked down at the limp body laying in the grass, his face peaceful, before looking back at his family. "He won't let you down now."

The world was dark. There was a vague impression of pain flickering at the back of his mind, but he ignored it. Everything was dark. Truthfully, he didn't mind. His last memory was of something bright, a white hot flash of pain, and then the darkness took it over. It was like a soothing balm, coaxing him to leave the reality where he was hurt and he honestly didn't know why.

He felt like that should be alarming, but hidden in the recesses of this shadowy landscape, not much was alarming to him. He hadn't a care, although he thought that should also be alarming to him.

Wasn't he used to caring about things too much?

He couldn't bring himself to dwell on it.

The darkness pulsed. He couldn't see it, obviously, but he felt the shifting. Like a mother, reaching out to press a cool cloth to her fevered son's forehead, the shadows on the plain pressed the promise of serenity at his mind. It wanted to alleviate the stubborn hint of pain tickling the back of his mind. Who was he to deny such a noble cause?

He was going to allow himself to drift away, once again, into the gently flowing river of night, when something changed.

For a moment, he lingered there. What had changed? What could be amiss? He had just about convinced himself that he was fooling himself, when it happened again. This time, however, he knew what was wrong.

The darkness was lightening. It was originally so pitch black that a ghost would have trouble finding their way, so completely void of light that it would sooner suck the light out of something else than allow itself to be illuminated. It was a black hole, but he himself was fine.

But not anymore. No, the black hole was no more. The area around him was lightening, the darkness trickling away like water from a broken tap. Gray soon painted the sky, painted the floor, painted the little alcove he found for himself to hide away. It brushed everything, and nothing was safe from its contaminating touch.

Maybe he could have coexisted with the gray. It wasn't that light in color, not really. He had to get used to it before he could admit that, but what else did you expect from someone that had thrived in the dark for an indeterminable amount of time? Once he adjusted, he decided that the gray was fine, seeing as how its shade was only a few off from the absolute darkness that resided in the area earlier.

But no, it must've heard his internal debate, for the area continued to grow brighter. Just as black had given way to a dark gray, dark gray began to give way to a lighter shade. It filtered through, like sunlight through a dusty window, blowing the shadows away on breaths of cool air.

It didn't stop there.

Unlike before, when the dark gray waited a brief moment before morphing again, the area just kept growing brighter. Soon, everything was practically glowing and he thought that if it didn't stop soon, it would blind him and he was so used to darkness, he couldn't handle this light, and stop, make it stop, it was blinding and he couldn't handle it anymore and stop, he was begging now, stop it's blinding me, but it didn't stop, it just kept glowing and glowing and he couldn't see and it was blinding him and he was going to scream and-

He blinked.

Four walls, painted a pale shade of blue. There were curtains to his right, he saw out of the corner of his eye. They were long and navy blue and flowing, and the cool wind kept blowing them further into his room. They touched the bed he was laying on a couple times, gentle brushes of reassurance to make sure he was still there.

Where was here? It felt so familiar, but also alien to him at the same time. Like the place you grew up in, and then left. It was so familiar when you were little, but now the trees don't scrape the clouds out of the sky and the plastic on the swing set is faded to pink when you were so sure that it was as red as Mickey Mouse's pants.

That's when he realized it; he was in his bedroom on Mount Othrys.

He hadn't been here in millennia, but how could he forget it for even a minute? He was ashamed to have let such a memory slip from his mind in the years he was gone, but there was a more pressing concern facing him.

How had he gotten here? All he remembered was...

Pain.

He remembered the pain. It was as if remembering it opened up his body to it, because it suddenly hurt like he was sure it hadn't a moment before. His arms were sore, even without him touching them, and a headache pounded at his temples. His legs, safely tucked beneath a thin satin sheet, felt like jelly even without any pressure being put on them. Even his stomach hurt, but that could be more due to hunger than an actual physical wound. It decided, then, to voice its agreement with a loud, rumbling, whale call.

Before he could do anything, the door on the left wall slammed open.

He was so startled that he almost fell out of the bed. As it was, he was only able to watch with wide onyx eyes as six people rushed into the room. Or, tried to, at least.

A girl with long black hair tied back in a braid was the first one through the door. She had a plate in her hands, with a glass of water and a bowl of what looked like vanilla pudding stacked atop it. A silver circlet sat on the top of her head, and while it was usually perfectly straight, it had tilted dangerously low over her left eye. She hurried over to the right side of his bed, where a small table sat. She placed the plate on it before all but collapsing at the side of his bed.

Right behind her, almost shoving her out of the way, was a tall man with the same black hair as the girl. The top of his head brushed against the top of the doorframe, but he didn't bother ducking. It was like he knew that the door was just tall enough for him to pass through without worry. The crinkle around his onyx eyes, however, indicated that he was worrying, even if not about the doorway. He came to a stop at the left side of the bed, leaving space for another person on each side of him.

A brown-haired woman followed the man. She looked to be about middle-aged, with a simple brown dress adorning her body. She peered around the broad shoulders of the man she followed, trying to get a better glimpse into the room. If the glare she shot at his back meant anything, then she didn't really get a good view. It didn't matter, however, because she squeezed her body between the blue bedroom wall and the man before she kneeled down, getting the closest position to the being in the bed.

The fourth person in the room looked much like the first, except a little older. While the first wore all silver clothing, this girl wore a lengthy white dress instead. And instead of braids, she had her dark hair styled long and free. This girl perched herself at the foot of the bed, half-sitting and half-standing. Her onyx eyes gazed at him expectantly.

After the second dark-haired girl came a redheaded one. She walked quickly, but kept her composure (unlike the others). Therefore, she came off as relaxed instead of their frantic rush. The redheaded girl didn't bother fighting her way to the front of the group, seeing that the four before her took all the best spots, so she settled her back against the far wall. She stared him down, arms crossed, with an eyebrow raised. Despite the confidence, carefree posture she adopted, he couldn't help but see a little concern.

For him?

Maybe.

The last member of the party, unfortunately, couldn't make it past the doorway. Each wall of the room was taken up, leaving the poor man only the doorway to linger in. The pale man did, refusing to leave in defeat, but sent a dark-eyed glare to all those gathered (besides the being in the bed, of course). He crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame, frowning.

It was the brown-haired woman the spoke first. In a gentle, soft voice, she said, "Hi, Percy. Do you..." Her voice faltered slightly before she tried again. "Do you know who I am?"

He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Frowning slightly (because that was odd, wasn't it?), he nodded.

She smiled slightly, still looking beside herself with concern. She pointed to the tall man next to her. "Do you know who he is?"

Again, Percy nodded.

One by one, she went around, pointing at each person and asking if he knew them. He nodded to each one. Hestia was to his left, his unofficial mother during his millennia away from home. His father was next to her, watching with crinkled eyes for any sign of something wrong. Zoe was to his right, silver circlet still lopsided. He wondered if she knew. Aegle was at the end of his bed, staring at him with worrying eyes. Amanda was leaning against the back wall, arms crossed to show defiance against... Something. And poor Hades stood in the doorway, since he wasn't fast enough to enter the room before the others.

The goddess of the hearth smiled brightly when he claimed to recognize each and every one of them. "That's great, Percy!" Her smile quickly melted away, replaced with a worried pair of pursed lips. Cautiously, she asked, "Do you remember what happened?"

He opened his mouth to speak, but the only noise that came out was a strangled cough. He hacked, shoulders shaking as he coughed, and eyes tearing up. When he looked up again, Zoe was holding the glass of water towards him.

Using all his power, he lifted his shaking hands and took the glass. He tried to down the entire thing in a gulp, but Zoe decreased the angle it was held at to only allow him a small sip at a time. When he drank enough to be able to speak again, she took the glass away.

Without waiting for Hestia to repeat the question, Percy said in a weak voice, "I died." Everyone automatically flinched, even the Lord of the Underworld. But Percy continued on. "I remember that. And then I went to hold the sky..." Slowly, his eyes rose to meet Aegle's. "Aegle took the sky from me, but then I took it back from her." He hesitated. "I didn't die again, did I?"

Everyone had grim faces, but from the doorway, Hades laughed. "Gave us a scare a few times, but you didn't die."

While Hestia turned around to glare at her brother, Percy sighed in relief. "That's good." He paused and frowned before making eye contact with the god of the Underworld. "But how did I come back in the first place?"

"Don't ask me." Hades shrugged. "Ask her."

Percy followed the pale finger until his eyes rested on Amanda. He said nothing, but his eyes asked a million questions.

"I gave you my immortality," she said simply, shrugging like it was no big deal to save someone's life by possibly risking your own. "Artemis took it from me and used it to revive you." Seeing his mouth open to ask, she added, "That doesn't mean that you have the blessing of Artemis. She just transferred my partial immortality to you, which revived you. You aren't immortal, by any standard, and you didn't get any new, cool powers."

Frowning at that news, he settled back against the pillows on the bed. "Well, that's disappointing," he grumbled.

Amanda snorted. "Tell me about it."

"But wait, you must've gotten your immortality back, right?" Percy asked, sitting up slightly as the sudden thought occurred to him. "If you don't have it, you're..."

"The child of the prophecy," Amanda sighed with a nod. "That's right. And I didn't get my immortality back. Something about taking it from a person means you can't give it back when they decide they want it back."

Percy's onyx eyes shot over to the goddess of the hearth. "Hestia, surely you can give Amanda her partial immortality back, right?"

Before Hestia could answer, the redheaded girl interrupted. "She could, but I don't want it."

"You... I'm sorry, what?"

With a slight sigh, as if she was telling him as well as reminding herself, Amanda said, "I've been dreading my sixteenth birthday since I was old enough to understand the prophecy. Since my parents were both really old when they had me, they didn't have to worry about the prophecy. They were each about seventeen when the prophecy was given, so they were safe. They thought that my brother, Jake, would go to camp and be the hero he was meant to be. He went to camp, briefly, but then his birthday came and went. My parents were always talking about it, so I grew up with this prophecy of death on me. I don't... I don't want anyone else to have to struggle through that."

Percy frowned, clearly not understanding her motives. "But why would you want to deal with the burden?"

Amanda stared him dead in the eye and raised an eyebrow. "Why did you take the sky when someone else could easily have done it?"

Knowing he was trapped, Percy said nothing. Amanda, seeing that, nodded. "Exactly. I don't want to force that onto anyone else."

Slowly, Percy nodded. "So I guess we're mortal buddies now." He grinned, winking teasingly at her. She rolled her eyes, hiding her amusement behind a façade of disgust.

"Actually..."

Automatically, his eyes shot over to his father's. "Actually?"

Atlas nodded slowly. "I'd like to return your immortality to you, son."

"You-you can do that?" Percy asked, disbelieving.

The mighty titan nodded. "Yes, I can."

Hestia chose that moment to say, "Percy, I can return your partial immortality, if you'd rather have that. Know that whatever you choose, though, you will still be my champion. And if you choose to accept immortality from your father and remain in the garden, I will visit."

Percy bit his lip slightly, considering. He loved being Hestia's champion, but he promised his sisters... "I'll accept full immortality from my father." He sent an apologetic smile to the eldest Olympian. "I'm sorry, Hestia, but I promised my sisters that I would return to the garden."

Hestia smiled back. "I understand. I'd be a little upset if you accepted my offer, but I thought you'd like having all your options."

"You know me too well, my lady." He grinned. "Thank you."

Atlas took over the conversation. "Perseus, are you ready to regain your immortality? I assure you, whatever pain still lingering in your body will be gone once you are once again immortal."

Hearing that, Percy nodded quickly. World spinning slightly, he said, "I'm ready."

With everyone watching, Atlas said, "Do you, Perseus son of Atlas, hereby reclaim the immortality that is your inheritance, although you gave it up millennia ago?"

"I do."

"Do you swear to always protect the Garden of the Hesperides and the tree of the golden apples, until your last breath?"

"I do."

"And do you swear to protect the Hesperides themselves from danger, should the need arise?"

"I do."

Atlas smiled widely, the grin splitting his face. "Then it is my pleasure to return to you, Perseus son of Atlas, the immortality that you gave up millennia ago to protect the Garden of the Hesperides." Carefully, Atlas placed his hand on the bare skin of his son's forearm.

A warm sensation passed through Percy's arm, bleeding from his arm to his heart. It settled in the middle of his chest, spreading to every part of his being until he was so warm he felt like he was glowing.

And he was.

When the glow died down, the pain was gone, just like Atlas promised. Percy had to smile at that. His grin was infectious, and soon everyone was smiling. Even the surly redhead in the back of the room was sporting a small grin.

His entire body was warm. Not uncomfortably warm, but like a comforting hug from a mother. It reminded him of growing up with his father and sisters, the warmth that followed him until the day when he was forced to give it up.

But now he had it back. And he didn't want to lose it ever again.

Almost against his will, Perseus let out a giddy laugh, looking down at himself. He could hardly believe this was happening! If not for the rhythmic tickling of the curtains on his foot, he would've thought this was all a dream. A perfect, perfect dream. But those curtains, so steady in their fluttering, grounded him to reality.

This was real. He was home.

"I'm home..." he murmured aloud, disbelief echoing in his tone. His onyx eyes slowly looked at each of the people in the room. His father and sisters gave him encouraging smiles, overjoyed to have him back. Hestia's smile was filled with a little more melancholy, sad to be losing the man she saw as a son. Hades shot him a thumb's up, while Amanda just raised an eyebrow with a smirk.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him, and his head whipped back to his father. "What happened with Ladon?" he asked, almost dreading the answer.

"Ladon?" Atlas repeated, surprised that his son would inquire about the monster that nearly killed him. "Well, nothing happened with him. I'm sorry. After you recovered, we were planning to-"

"No!" Percy interrupted hastily.

Everyone stared at him in confusion. More than one person was wondering whether the man really was alright, especially in the head. Perhaps the strain of holding the sky had been too much for his sanity...

In a more reserved, calm tone, Perseus amended, "Don't do anything to Ladon. Please."

Still, no one understood these odd requests.

"Percy," Hestia tried, "I'm not sure if you remember, but Ladon tried to kill you. He really can't stay here, not when he might be a threat to-"

"He isn't a threat," Percy said in a steady voice, trying to quiet the raging tide of righteousness that stormed inside him. Atlas opened his mouth to protest, but his son talked over him. "Ladon isn't a threat, unless someone tries to take an apple of immortality from the tree. He was just protecting the garden, like I just swore to do. He didn't recognize me, since he didn't see me when I left the mountain. He didn't recognize my mortal scent." He paused a moment to let that information sink in. "But I smell like myself, now. He'll recognize me, I know he will. He isn't a threat."

Hestia waited a moment before hesitantly asking, "How do you know he'll recognize you? What if he poisons you again?"

Although he knew it probably wasn't the smartest idea, Percy grinned. "I'm immortal now. If he poisons me again, I'll come back eventually."

As predicted, that did nothing to ease Hestia's fears. She turned to her brother standing in the doorway. "Hades, don't you have anything to say about this?"

"Not really." The god of the Underworld shrugged. "I just came here so I can report back to Nico and Bianca. Especially Nico." He rolled his eyes and gave a long-suffering sigh. "That boy wouldn't stop asking me how you were, Percy. He expects a visit as soon as you're able, as well. I may have already promised on your behalf."

Despite himself, Percy maintained the grin. "That's alright, Hades. You should know that if those kids asked, I'd be more than willing to visit."

Hades shrugged. "I know. But it does a better job of preserving your reputation if it seems like you were forced into it."

While the son of Atlas laughed, Hestia frowned at her brother. "I expected you to stop him from running towards death. Again. I didn't realize Thanatos was so fond of him as well!"

"If he's dead, at least Nico and Bianca can visit him more often."

"Hades!" Hestia scolded, aghast, while Percy snorted in laughter.

Seeing that this was getting worse by the minute, Atlas took over the conversation. "Percy," he said, gathering his son's attention, "Ladon is still guarding the tree. Are you sure you want to see him again? We could move him, or move your position or-"

"Dad," Percy interrupted with a small smile. "I'm sure. Ladon is my best friend. He might have hurt me once, but he won't do it again. You have to trust him."

Despite his son's words, Atlas didn't look convinced. "I still don't know about this... Especially since Ladon has been acting strange."

"Strange?" Percy frowned, concern creating deep creases in his brow. "What do you mean, strange?"

Aegle answered. "He hasn't moved from the same position for days now. Almost a week. He sits curled around the tree of golden apples, heads resting on his feet. All his eyes stare into nothing, only blinking every so often. I don't know when the last time he ate was."

"What caused this?" Percy asked, still frowning heavily.

No one had an immediate answer, proving that they, too, were struggling to find the cause. Finally, from the back of the room, came a suggestion. "I think Ladon regrets what he did to Percy."

"What? No, that can't be," Zoe replied immediately, shaking her head. "If he felt remorse, then he wouldn't have done it."

Amanda raised an eyebrow. "What if he didn't know it was Percy at first? Maybe he thought it was an imposter. After all," she said, directed at the son of Atlas, "you died millennia ago in the eyes of your dragon. Maybe only after he bit you did he realize that you were real."

Zoe floundered for an excuse to write away the suggestion, wanting badly to believe that everything was straight-cut, black and white. When she found nothing, Amanda continued. "Seeing as how he thinks he just killed his best friend that was just returned to him, I can see how the dragon would be depressed."

The others, starting to see the logic (how had they missed it before), nodded. The crease in Percy's forehead, however, did not alleviate.

"Wait," he said, drawing all eyes to him. He frowned down at the thin sheets on his legs in confusion, occasionally glancing up at the others through dark eyelashes. "You said Ladon had been like this for almost a week, right?"

"Yes," Atlas said. "And we're sorry we considered-"

Percy didn't even acknowledge the beginning of an apology. He gazed at Amanda, eyebrows furrowed. "And you said that the cause of this had been him biting me?"

Wordlessly, the redheaded girl nodded.

If possible, Percy's frown deepened. "So I've been out for almost a week?"

For a long moment, no one said anything. Percy looked at each person, hoping to find himself wrong. That couldn't have been more than a couple hours, at the most. Right? But instead of lies written across their faces, he only saw truth. The tension in the room rose steadily until it was like static electricity coursing through the air.

"I'm sorry, Percy," Hestia finally said in her quiet voice. "We were going to tell you after you had gotten yourself settled. But we should've known that you're not that patient." She attempted a smile, hoping to see one in return. She only got a glimpse of the frown directed at the bedsheets.

Almost a week... Time he would never get back. Time he spent paying for the price of saving his sister's life, for saving the lives of the mortals. When he thought about it that way... He'd gladly lose that time in his life to save his sister.

"No..." Percy murmured before a small smile settled on his lips. "I guess patience isn't one of my main qualities."

They all laughed quietly, glad that the tension in the room had been defused.

Carefully, Hestia stood herself up from where she had been kneeling. "You should get some rest, Percy. You must be tired."

"I'm not tired!" He protested, suppressing a yawn like a young child arguing with their parent.

Atlas laughed gently. "Yes, you are. We'll leave you to rest." With that pointed cue, the others began to slowly file out of the room. Hades, being the living door, left first, followed by Amanda and then both of the daughters of Atlas. Hestia placed a soft hand on his shoulder, while Atlas carefully patted his knee in farewell. Before the two could leave, Percy spoke up.

"Wait," he called, making them stop and turn back to him. Trying not to let out another yawn, he said, "Please, can I see Ladon first? I need to know he's okay."

Both immortals stared at the bed's occupant for a long moment. Then Atlas turned his onyx eyes to Hestia, a silent question asked between them. The brunette goddess shrugged. "You know Ladon better than I," she admitted. "It's your call, Atlas."

The titan bit his lip in contemplation, then made the mistake of looking at the wide, dark eyes of his only son. He sighed. "I don't think that would be a problem, as long as you promise to return and immediately rest."

Percy's smile almost made up for the pain Atlas was sure Ladon would cause. But Percy believed in the dragon, and he least he could do was trust his son's instincts. After all, he wasn't a boy anymore.

"Of course," Perseus promised quickly. He shot one last smile at the two immortals before flashing himself out of the bed. Oh, how he had missed being able to do that!

He found himself in a grassy field, with flowers blooming in semi-organized clusters. A little ways off was a tall tree, golden apples dangling from heavy tree branches. And beneath the tree, as described, was a depressed hundred-headed dragon.

Percy walked forwards slightly, stealthily, before he deemed himself a safe distance away while still being close. The dragon hadn't noticed him, but he doubted he would notice much of anything.

"Ladon?" Percy called loudly. No response.

He tried again, louder. "Ladon?!"

Nothing.

"Ladon!"

And still less. How was he supposed to garner the attention of this mythical being if he was so trapped in his own world that nothing could shake him?

Every pair of eyes on each of Ladon's heads stared straight forwards. Every few minutes, one would blink sluggishly, seeing nothing. Nothing mattered, not really. He had bitten his master. And now his master was likely dead. How was he to know that wasn't him? He didn't smell like himself. But it was Ladon's fault. He should've known better.

He should've known better.

He kept staring forwards, looking at nothing, because nothing mattered.

Then something bounced off one of his hundred heads.

Percy watched with elation as the hundred heads of his best friend slowly rose up and looked about for what had attacked him. A set of eyes spied the uprooted bush that lay to the monster's right, before slowly moving to face the culprit. They had to do a double-take upon seeing the son of Atlas standing there with a wide grin.

Although he expected a joyous dragon to frolic towards him, Ladon did nothing.

Frowning slightly, Percy didn't let that stop him. "Ladon, it's me," he said in a confident voice. "It's me, Perseus. Remember me?"

Still Ladon did not move, every eye trained on the son of Atlas. He didn't blink, as if afraid that if even one eye looked away, the apparition would cease to exist.

"I'm okay, buddy," Percy continued. "And I'm back. I'm back to stay. See?" Slowly, the son of Atlas started to shuffle towards the paralyzed dragon, hand held out in front of him like an offering.

Ladon did not move, although his eyes followed every movement.

Only when he was about a yard away from his best friend did Percy speak again. He lifted his hand a little higher, towards one of Ladon's noses. "It's me, buddy. It's Perseus. I'm back."

Cautiously, without blinking, Ladon bent his heads down to suspiciously sniff the offered hand.

For a moment, nothing happened. Percy wondered if Ladon was really so affected by his apparent loss, or if something else was at play. But then the hundred-headed dragon roared loudly.

The very ground they were standing on shook, and Percy was sure even the clouds trembled. His eardrums certainly burst, or were at least damaged. For a while afterwards, he could hear only ringing.

Ladon seemed to roar again, but it was much more muted this time. Slightly alarmed and wondering if his parents had been right about Ladon being dangerous, Percy watched through wide eyes as the hundred heads soared towards him. He thought they were going to eat him this time, when they wrapped themselves around his body and carried him through the air. With their cargo carefully held, the hundred heads of the loyal dragon turned and settled back atop Ladon's feet. They deposited Percy amidst the clutter, a living blanket surrounding him.

The son of Atlas flashed back to when he was a little boy, taking a secret nap on duty from within the tangle of Ladon's heads.

An aura of safety enveloping as he laid against the scales of Ladon, the son of Atlas closed his eyes and drifted off into a much-needed sleep. After millennia of struggle and suffering, he had finally found his way home.

Hey guys! I hope everyone enjoyed this extra-long, last chapter of The Escaped Titan! So, the result of the poll was: Percy Jackson as the apprentice to Kronos! That'll be fun, huh? Expect to see the first chapter of that out by the end of May, 2018. I have AP testing mid-May, so that'll be fun. Again, I want to thank everyone so much for all the support this story has gotten! You've all been amazing and I couldn't ask for better reviewers and followers. :) Thank you! I hope to see you all at my next story and if not, the sequel to this! Until then, guys... :)