Mm ... the possible epilogue has been written. Enjoy.
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"You know what, Annabeth? I've been thinking ..." I began.
"You, thinking? Don't push yourself, Percy," she said in a jokingly mocking way.
We were sitting under the shade of a tree. We had just finished sword fighting practice. Our armour was littered around us.
"Ha-ha. No, seriously, Annabeth. I've been thinking that it's actually nice being a demigod sometimes."
"Mmm, really? I've always pegged you as not wanting to be one – what with the gods constantly toying with you and monsters wanting you as lunch." Annabeth leaned back on to the tree's trunk and gave me a questioning look.
"Yeah, but there are positive sides to it, too," I countered. "Like, hero training beats school any day."
"I don't know ... I'd have to say they're about equal. School is educational."
I rolled my eyes. Leave it to the daughter of Athena to find indecision between boring old school and exciting epic hero training.
"What about the fact that most teachers turn out to be monsters?" I pointed out.
"Touché, Seaweed Brain," she said, giving me a dazzling smile.
"Also, we get to handle lethal weapons at the youngest age. If you think about it, it's pretty damn cool," I said.
"Boys," she said, shaking her head, but grinning all the same, "so violent."
"Says the girl whose mom is the goddess of battle wisdom," I shot back.
She smacked me in the arm. "Keyword being wisdom."
"Ow! What was that for?" I complained, rubbing my arm. "That just proves that girls are equally as violent as boys." I thought for a bit and added, "Definitely more vicious."
Annabeth rolled her sparkling, light gray eyes. "You know that smack in the arm did not hurt."
"It did so!" I exclaimed, though, in truth, it really didn't. One of the many nice things about invincibility.
"Anyway," I continued, "we're basically in on one of the world's biggest secrets. It's sorta nice knowing something someone else doesn't. There are just ... so many ... inside jokes. I guess you could put it like that."
"Yeah, I know what you're getting at." She had a thoughtful look on her face.
"Plus, my sea super powers are awesome."
"Oh, so that's what this is all about? You feel like telling me all about your 'sea super powers'?"
"Not entirely. I mostly thinking about how being a demigod isn't so bad. At least, not as bad as how I first thought it would be. But, of course, my sea super powers are undeniably awesome."
"That wasn't the only thing that you received as a demigod."
"Huh? What do you mean?" I questioned.
"You and your gigantic ego. It seems being a demigod swells it up ten times larger than an average person," she teased.
"My ego's not that big. I'm actually a very humble person," I defended.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll believe it when I see it," Annabeth waved me off. "But anyway, continue on your perceptive train of thought. Enlighten me."
"Right. Here at camp, I feel like I've found a home. That's another advantage a demigod has over a mortal: Camp Half-Blood. Not including all the activities this camp provides, (one being the lava climbing wall), just being here makes me feel content."
"Definitely a positive of being a half-blood." I knew Annabeth was thinking back to when she first got here and how this became her permanent home for a whole five years before deciding to give her dad another chance.
"And quests are a once-in-a-life time experience. They're absolutely exhilarating. I'll admit I did 4 quests too many, not including all the other mini side adventures and the war we had, but it's what makes up our life, right? Like, I don't know if I'm explaining this correctly, but do you get what I mean when I say we wouldn't be us if we didn't go through all that?"
She looked at me strangely, as if she was seeing me for the very first time. "Wow, Percy. That was ... very insightful of you," she said seriously. Then jokingly: "I didn't know your kelp-filled head was capable of thinking up all that. What have you been eating?"
"Hey!" I pouted.
"I know, I know, I was just kidding." She smiled. Speaking softly, she said, "You're right, though. And it's not just making up who we are today as a person. Those quests ... well, we wouldn't be, if it weren't for them," gesturing to our entwined hands.
Annabeth meant that we wouldn't be together if it weren't for those life-and-death quests. It was very true, too, as I thought back to when we first met. (We wouldn't have even met, to be perfectly honest, if we weren't half-bloods).
I had just seen my mom disappear into a blinding light. This bull guy killed her. I killed the bull guy. The bull guy was after me for some unknown reason. Grover seemed to know, though. Speaking of which ... I had just discovered that my best friend had goat legs. Things don't get weirder than that. I was tired and shaking – as well as brain-dead confused – but more than anything else, I just really wanted my mom back.
I finally reach the farm house, collapsing on the porch. It's oddly calm now that the rain stopped. Glowing fireflies flit somewhere above me. The ceiling fans are slowly spinning, dizzyingly. I want to sleep this mess away. Wake up clean and new.
Two faces look down at me. One looked like I've seen him somewhere before. The other was that of a pretty girl's with nice blond hair. I was starting to wonder if I had really died – why else would I be seeing familiar people and angels? I vaguely remembered something about how you talked to different people once you reached heaven...
It seemed like they were talking ... about something ... someone ... was it ... me? I was having a hard time processing anything.
I drifted off into darkness.
When I woke up, the strange pretty girl with the nice blond hair was there. She was feeding me something. She looked anxious and frantic, firing questions at me. My head felt like it was swimming.
The next time I saw her – Annabeth – I noticed the pretty gray eyes. She told me that I drooled in my sleep before running off. I felt a bit embarrassed, though I didn't know why. Quickly, I changed the subject and asked Mr. Brunner ... er, Chiron, another question.
After Capture the Flag, I realized that the girl, Annabeth, had set me up. She knew that Clarisse and her little group would attack me. She had it all planned out. It was probably to get back at me for spraying her with water from the bathroom incident (even though it wasn't directed at her). I deserved it, but I couldn't help but feel, strangely enough, a little betrayed. Though, mostly angry and pissed off. Then I was attacked/nearly killed by a hellhound ... and claimed by my dad. I'm not sure if I feel grateful or unhappy about this. I'm seriously muddled up at the moment.
Annabeth continued to teach me Greek, but it seemed she was always in a bad mood around me. She was muttering a lot to herself, too. I was mildly concerned.
It turns out that Annabeth was dying to go on a quest. I was not – but ironically, I was the one who had the quest thrust upon in the limited time I arrived to this camp. So she was going to accompany me, as it was the next best choice to leading a quest. Grover was coming too, fortunately. As much as I liked Annabeth as a friend, she wasn't the most friendly or open or inviting.
We had a little conversation on the way to the bus stop:
"So far so good. Ten miles and not a single monster in sight."
"It's bad luck to talk that way, Seaweed Brain."
"Remind me again – why do you hate me so much?"
"I don't hate you."
"Could've fooled me."
"Look ... we're just not suppose to get along, okay? Our parents are rivals." **
So now I found the reason for her sudden hostility towards me. It was because our parents didn't like each other. I wasn't sure how I was going to work with this girl on the quest. Not when she seemed so inclined to hate me, but deny it all the same. At least she wasn't outright ignoring me. It was a start.
Little did I know that it was a start of something so much bigger. I couldn't imagine not meeting Annabeth or not being with her the way I was with her now. It was just too bizarre to imagine.
It was pleasant that we were hanging out and talking. A perfect way to cool down from sword fighting, in my opinion.
Yeah, it is undoubtedly nice being a demigod. After all, depending on how you looked at it, demigods have their own advantages, however slight they may be.
** the whole little conversation are direct quotes from The Lightning Thief.
Yes, this little story is finally over. Completely. The very end. Period. I actually quite like the epilogue (at the moment, at least) because, well, I've always liked reading dialogue. Plot is important, but dialogue gives the story the flavour. It makes it more satisfying.
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