Disclaimer: I own nothing. There is definitely a sequel, and on that note… last chapter get excited. No tears. There will be another. Enjoy.
My mom had been magically roofied because he'd been on the verge of marching into Manhattan, locking me somewhere safe and kicking ass, ancient laws be damned. It still took nearly an hour to get her to let go of me.
I wasn't in a good state, but I was good at pretending to be. I wasn't feeling, refusing to feel anything. I had to keep it together. So I made it seem like everything was fine. Tony, that rat bastard, sat their eating popcorn, amused by my distress as mom almost suffocated me. Asshole.
"So," Aunty Nix said excitedly, "Have fun saving the world? Yes… good because you're going to have to do it again soon. Now off you pop. Funeral's at dawn."
"Again?" I groaned, "A… no, no! Fuck my life. Why is it always me?"
"Because your special baby," mom said giving me another hug. I leant against him, Gabriel lounging next to us. There was a definitive click and I looked up to see Tony holding his phone.
"What are you doing?" I asked forcing exasperation into my voice.
"Well the next time someone says that your moms the most evil thing to walk the planet I'm going to show them this," he said jokingly. We left and I knew that he knew. He didn't say anything and I could have kissed him for it, but currently that was too emotional.
"I'm going to need a little help here," Tony said indicating that he couldn't cross the boundary line. It was disturbing though; the wards must have been really weak because it was a near enough thing.
"I, Percianna Jackson daughter of Poseidon hereby give you permission to enter camp," I said taking us to Thalia's tree up on Half-Blood hill. Far enough away to not be noticed and close enough for it to even matter that we came anyway.
We witnessed Rachel becoming the Oracle of Delphi and listened to her spit out the next great prophecy.
Seven half-bloods answer the call,
To storm or fire the world must fall,
An oath to keep with final breath,
And foes bare arms to the doors of death.
According to Aunty Nix, that next pain in the ass will have something to do with me. They took the bodies down to the field near Half-Blood hill. The entire field looked like it was on fire, I counted the bodies and remember the names in my head.
Which was when I broke. My head blanked, my legs gave out and deep body wracking sobs overtook me. It hurt to count them, it hurt to know exactly how many we've lost. In fact I felt worse than when I was hanging on the end of Kronos's scythe.
"Shh, shh," Tony soothed, "I'm here. We're both here." He kept reassuring me and I kept crying. I didn't make a sound though, I didn't deserve to and when the sun had properly came up and the fire's died down I stopped to.
"I'm sorry," I said with a waterlogged laugh at the end. He pressed a kiss to my hair.
"It's fine," he says, "I think you need to spend some time at camp. There's two days till the end of summer. Stay here and get it together, I'll pick you up when it's over. Don't say you can't… do it for me."
"Alright," I sighed, he left and I made my way down to the pavilion. There was a lot of happy chattering when I was spotted and this time I let myself get drawn into it. Congratulating Rachel, talking to Clarisse and Annabeth.
That morning was hard, but I stayed. Gods started to drop in and talk to me, all of them trying to convince me to take up godhood. I said no, but I was beginning to think that my very biology was working against me. Clint was there to, the burns on his arms scarred but he was fine. Eventually it got easier to breath.
"So you're still coming back to camp then?" Clint asked. I nodded my head.
"I've got it all worked out, during the year I can go to mom's family or stay with Tony and visit mom," I said excitedly, "And during the summer I'll come here."
"Didn't you're mom's family kidnap you?" Annabeth question haphazardly. I nodded.
"Don't worry, if they try to stop me I'll just run away," I shrugged, and I would. I didn't go through all the effort of trying to save this family just to leave it.
"I like it," Clint said laughing as some of the buses were filling up. Tony pulled up in a red convertible and we stood. Annabeth's ride was here to.
"Hey," she said her voice full of mischief, "Bet I could beat you to the bottom of the hill."
"In your dreams," I crowed all of us taking off. Laughter filled the air and we said our goodbyes. Still panting lightly we jumped in the convertible. Tony tossed his sunglasses in the consol.
"So, you kids have fun?" he teased, before gunning the engine. Thing weren't all happy go lucky now, but speeding down the highway three times the legal limit, with the wind in your hair and laughing with friends, I had to admit this was pretty close to perfect.
There'd be more drama later what with Uncle Thor and Aunt Jane's wedding, the Norse side of my family, the Greek side of my family, the Avengers and the seemingly imminent godhood that I had no chance to avoid. Not to mention that next summer I'd be back at camp, but for now, as much as I hate to say it… this is
Oh my gods…. it's over. Not hating on my happy ending, I'm a sucker for those. From chapters 33 to 38 written in one day. So review me and tell me, did I waste precious hours of your life that you'll never get back or should I hurry up with the sequel?