over a year ago:
TheUltimateBoss- Since I consider you an expert in bosses adn Yoda- AWW
Firestrike22- It did, I'm still really happy about it. But it's why I was so generous with the coming-back-to-life stories in this one.
CONGRATS ON NANOWRIMO OH MY GODS YOU ROCK!
percy4forever- Not if you keep reading it it's not!
Yeah, yeah ;)
I ADORE Julia! I think she deserves ALL the things! And some people consider that a good thing on Jason's behalf...
Anyways, thanks for all of this week's fabulous reviews, but I can't help but feel like I've got to explain how the epilogue is going to work.
Okay, so my writing is always cut with PM's on fanfiction.net, Googles, meltdowns, and discussions on character development and such. There are a lot of people who've reviewed a lot, but some of them I can turn to and be like "QUICK! Hypothetically speaking if Percy and Annabeth were going to have a child what would they argue about for names???" and get an answer. So I realized that I had to thank those people, and so each character in the epilogue is dedicated to one of these people. Please don't be offended if you're not up there, I love you completely from your head to your toes too and you're amazing and I appreciate the fact that you're still reading this 44 page forum or 111 chapter story.
That said; the epilogue is going to work like a timeline. There'll be two characters per chapter and the chapter will be their timeline with little scenes.
Now to thank the people who don't have chapters dedicated to them: I'll take questions for the characters in the reviews, and the previous chapters' characters will answer. So for example: today you get Percy and Annabeth chapter, next time I post you get Jason and Reyna's timeline. At the bottom of Jason and Reyna's chapter, Percy and Annabeth will be answering interview questions. So ask away!
So without further ado: TADAH!
Dedicated to wombat-of-awesome
Two Months Later
This is the story of how Leo Valdez suffered a heart attack.
He was minding his own business, loitering outside Goode High School with Percy and Annabeth. He should technically have used his bracelet (a little present from the gods that he’d been allowed to keep) to teleport back to Camp ages ago, but he hadn’t. He’d decided to be a kind soul and wait for Piper that one day. Also he owed Dani Milano money that he didn’t have, so he was trying to delay a cruel fate that undoubtedly awaited him once he returned.
Annabeth was trying to help Percy understand his homework on genetics, and Leo was lying on the picnic table’s other bench, fiddling around with gears and wires and batteries, and wondering when the torture would stop.
In Percy’s defence, he was trying really hard. The deal that had been made with the school was that he’d be given all the credits for last year’s courses that he hadn’t been able to attend or finish, as long as he passed everything with an 80% average this year. The world was trying to make a miracle-worker out of Annabeth Chase.
“Leo, can you get over here and help.” Annabeth asked.
“I’m not taking biology,” he said sitting up.
“We’re doing math now,” Percy said it like a peasant would say “Now I’m being tortured for witchcraft.”
“I can’t understand this,” Annabeth said tapping an equation with the eraser of her pencil. These words wouldn’t be heard from Annabeth Chase’s mouth if today weren’t the two month anniversary of her death. Technically Leo’s death too… Ditto Josie Esposito. And Gaia. Yes, definitely Gaia. Anyways, since that day sometimes Annabeth’s brain would spin out of control and she’d get headaches for a little while, but they were becoming less frequent and more manageable. A bit like Hazel used to have black outs, except not as extreme. Leo had evaded that plague, thankfully. He’d retained his former glory fully.
He examined the number and tried to explain it. Percy eventually got “3x+6” as an answer, so they went with that.
That’s when Leo suffered his heart attack. He was jumped on from behind and he screamed “MURDER” while someone screamed “BOO”.
He turned around and saw Emilie Guerette, laughing at him.
Okay, Leo would try not to ramble but it was always hard because there were too many pretty things about Em to explain. She was wearing purple sweat pants and a black tank top, white and black striped gloves on her hands, skater shoes on her feet, and a snapback on her head. Emily was short and lean, and she had long golden brown hair that fell over her shoulders, framing her face. Her eyes, the colour of nutmeg, had the same sparkle as sunlight on snow or the sea. Her smile was playful and teasing, like there was always a chance that she’d steal your food right out of your hands or jump on you from behind- which were two habits of hers along with skateboarding and legal graffiti and doodling things that ended up looking like de Vinci’s early works.
“For the love of all things good woman, are you trying to kill me or are you trying to kill me?” Leo said.
“None of the above, I actually quite like you,” she said sitting down on the table, shaking off her bag and tossing it onto the ground next to her skateboard.
“None of the above, my butt.” Leo muttered crossing his arms.
She laughed again. “Oh I’m sorry. Did I offend Mr Valdez?”
“Yes, you did.” Leo huffed. “Or what’s left of him anyways.”
“Okay, now you’re exaggerating.” Annabeth said.
“You’re on her side?” Leo asked scandalised.
“Dude, we’re always on her side,” Percy said.
“The perks of being Em,” she said, tapping her feet on the table bench. “Dudes, I’ve got so much energy right now but my head hurts so bad and I’m babysitting tonight- so we’ll see how that’s going to go. If I die, it’s not my fault, kay?”
“For the love of God, Em…” Leo said shaking his head.
A car honked in the parking lot.
“Oh- right, my bros are waiting- I only wanted to say goodbye very quickly.”
“And you ended up trying to murder me how..?”
“Calm yourself, peasant,” Emily said.
“Bye Em,” Annabeth smiled.
“Later,” Percy said, back to his homework.
She ruffled his hair before jumping off the table, picking up her stuff and running off.
“Dude, ask her out.” Percy said. “This was funny for the first twenty thousand hours you both spent flirting: now it’s just frustrating.”
Piper saved him from replying by walking out of the school that moment. Leo bellowed out a line from Wicked and she made a face.
“Did they paint you green yet?” Percy asked.
“Costumes only kick in in, like, April or something.” Piper said.
She’d been dragged into auditioning for the school musical because one of Goode’s ‘rising talents’ didn’t want to be the only ‘good performer’ in the play because art school scouts were going to come check it out to see her perform or something. Leo dared to say that Piper would probably take the cake from her. Piper said she was having fun though, and she and Drew would break into song as practise all over camp. At least they were getting along. It probably also had a healing effect on them, compensating for the losses.
200 demigods total had died in the gigantomachy (big über mother war with Gaia in fancy Greek), the losses not counting deaths before battle, and split pretty evenly between the two camps. Like Drew had predicted, many returned to life in broken and injured bodies. There weren’t enough able medics on hand, ambrosia supplies were low, and of course the fates were cruel. A battle in California had also trapped twenty demigods in a landslide, and only one of them made it out. The highlight of coming back was that they had been able, however briefly, to say goodbye.
And of course the losses were more than demigod-related. Percy, Jason and Hazel had been all around the world fighting monsters who were bigger than usual because of Gaia’s energy, but they hadn’t been able to nail all of them at once, and when three Big Three kids got together and went all out there were bound to be consequences. The southern and eastern coasts of Asia and Europe, as well as Northern Africa and even Pacific islands had been hit horribly, and entire villages had been whipped out at some places. Electric storms and tsunami aftershocks had hit the world for days after the battle with Gaia. International aid was still flooding in from left and right.
“Besides, it’s not that funny that I’m going to get painted green from head to toe,” Piper said scrunching her nose.
“Dude, it’s hilarious. Your boyfriend admitted this to us. Your argument is invalid.” Percy said.
“Should we head back to camp then?” Annabeth asked.
“You guys were waiting for me?” Piper said. “Oh, no- I’m not even going to camp.”
“Well where the heck are you going?” Leo asked.
“Camp J,” she said. “I haven’t seen Reyna in forever and Chiron thinks I had a concussion yesterday after all, so I should tell Tommy.”
“In case he gets a paper cut,” Percy said.
“That’s a great idea, I’m sure Reyna’s really getting tired of the paperwork. I’ll come.” Annabeth said. She’d been given Josie’s old bracelet.
“What about homework?” Percy asked pointing at his notebooks.
“You’ve got Leo there to help you,” Annabeth said kissing his cheek before she and Piper disappeared.
Percy didn’t look thrilled about that.
“If it helps, I could still kiss you every time you get the right answer too.” Leo shrugged.
“Praetor work, my butt.” She heard.
Jason pulled away, and Reyna turned to see Piper and Annabeth standing in the doorframe, grinning.
“See, most people knock.” Jason said.
“Do we look like most people?” Piper said. “No. So good morning.”
“Good morning,” Reyna said.
“How was school?” Jason asked. The time difference between San Francisco and New York was surprisingly easy to keep track of.
“We’ve come to steal Reyna.” Annabeth said. “You sounded stressed out in the last IM and we miss you, so…”
“Grace, you’re in charge of my paperwork,” Reyna said closing a notebook, declaring a few hours off for herself.
“All of it?” He asked.
“Oh did you really just, after eight months of..?” Reyna asked putting a hand on her hip.
“Nope,” Jason said turning back to the paperwork and concentrating on it far too much for a guy who had just been kissed. Especially by his standards. “Nope, I did not just complain about workloads. Nope, definitely not me, never.”
“I have to go check on the fourth again. See how devilish they are today. Come on, let’s walk around the fort.” The praetor said, tapping her friends on the arms.
Muster and breakfast were long over so everyone was everywhere.
An obstacle course had been installed all around the fort by the Third Cohort, still led by Britt and Brady who had been honoured greatly after the war. Reyna picked out familiar faces; Jedediah Adams, Josh Ayano, Connor Stoll. They were fooling around, dancing a song from a Korean YouTube hit or something. They froze when they saw her and straightened up. Reyna turned a blind eye.
“How’s Connor doing?” Annabeth asked quietly, waving back at the son of Hermes.
“Better,” Reyna said. “For what that’s worth… He’s with good people, and they’re keeping an eye on him.”
They waited for a group of three to pass by their obstacle of swerving around cones while dragging a wheelbarrow full of imperial gold.
In the fields of Mars the second cohort was practising eagle drops, so they stayed away.
“Are you keeping a good eye on them?” Annabeth asked.
Reyna nodded solemnly.
“They may not have been led by Octavian or Joan, but they did follow.”
“They’re still claiming innocence? To you
, out of all people? Are they really?” Piper asked, sounding offended on Reyna’s behalf.
Reyna shrugged it off, but there was still a scar above her right eye that wouldn’t fade.
The fifth cohort was a little more off in the fields of Mars.
“You’re sitting down, Centurion Zhang,” Reyna called. Frank turned around and grinned crookedly.
“Yeah. Turns out; if you don’t wear one of those fancy socks with your prosthetic, you get a rash.” The leg was lying next to him, along with a pair of crutches that he still needed to get around effectively. “Who knew?”
“Everyone,” Annabeth said. “That’s why we keep telling you to do it, you stubborn boy.”
Frank shrugged and turned back towards his cohort.
“Keep at it guys!”
He turned back towards them.
“I get to sit down and be the finish line,” he said.
The game looked like British bulldog with swords. Frank had to call off again.
“Bethany, you have to use the sword! Hazel, no fancy earth magic!”
He turned back.
“Go see a healer before lunch,” Reyna said. “We’ll leave you to your training.”
“Say hi to Jackson for me,” Frank said. “How are people doing anyways?”
“We’re fine,” Annabeth said.
“Percy passed a math test with a B+. Sally’s invited us all for pizza. I’m assuming she meant you guys too.” Piper said.
“When?” Frank asked.
“Friday,” Piper said.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to make it,” Reyna said. “Jason owes me supper in New Rome.”
“Well fudge, can’t call off that when he actually does it.” Piper said.
“I’ll try to show up,” Frank said. “But it depends on the leg.”
“I thought you’d agreed to call it the not-leg,” Hazel said, popping up from the earth and scaring everyone out of their wits.
“No earth magic!” Frank said.
“You gonna send me back?” Hazel asked, hugging Piper.
“Yes,” Frank said.
She hugged Annabeth and made a face before going back.
“Tough love,” Annabeth commentated.
“I love her outside of training,” Frank said. “I’m so not in the mood to give the senate another reason to hate me.”
“Are they still hating on the not-leg?” Piper asked not looking impressed.
“Yeah,” Frank said. “But you know, they’ll shut up eventually.”
“There’s no way I’m letting you lose your job, don’t you worry.” Reyna said. He was the first Centurion she’d proclaimed, and he was doing a better job than most centurions of the last ten years. “Speaking of which, you have three girls who are coming at you after allying themselves against the ‘its’.”
“Oh, see you later.” Annabeth said. “Friday?”
“Hope so,” Frank shrugged.
They went through temple hill. A scrawny boy with dark hair and eyes was sitting on the steps of Apollo’s temple. He waved to Reyna and asked something in Spanish.
“He’s in the principia,” Reyna answered. Hugo Castillo Vega nodded and headed back into the temple.
“I had no idea you spoke Spanish, I’m still shocked.” Piper said.
“Puerto Ricans do that sometimes,” Reyna said.
“Is he at least trying to learn English or Latin?” Annabeth asked. “It can’t be good for him to not be able to talk to people.”
“Oh, he’s got Latin down, and he can speak English enough to get around. He just likes Spanish better.”
“Latin?” Piper frowned.
“Part of the blessing Apollo gave him to become augur was the language,” Reyna explained. “So we think.”
“Well I’m glad you found someone to replace Octavian. Also someone who’s a little less… difficult.” Annabeth said, picking her words wisely.
“Yeah, and who hasn’t got a crush on me.” Reyna said crinkling her nose. She wasn’t the gushy type, and part of her was still disgusted that Octavian had given the senate hell, staged a coup and been Joan’s instrument to become praetor because of a crush
. She didn’t care if he was dead, that didn’t wipe all of the bad things you’d done during your life off the history books and the hearts and minds of other people, so it wouldn’t clear your name.
Jason was still working on helping her forgive.
“Well, we don’t know that…” Piper teased.
“No, we do.” Annabeth said. “Wasn’t the first thing he asked Jason was where Josie was? Even though he’d just paid for a meal?”
“Yeah,” Reyna said pushing her head again. “He’s still really upset, but he’s happier in the fort than he was homeless in Spain. He’s hanging out with Jedediah Adams, Connor, Josh, Hazel and Quinn. The police was after him and he was sick.”
“Thank the gods Jason went to find him right away,” Piper said. “Poor guy… I’ll have to talk to him, but he doesn’t seem very keen to talk.”
“No, he’s not.” Reyna said. “But he speaks French really well, so maybe he’d like you.”
They found the fourth cohort. The two centurions were pacing back and forth, lines of soldiers doing push-ups.
“Ouch,” Piper said. “What did they do?”
“Impossible to tell,” Reyna said shaking her head, visions of reports and complaints and files floating through her mind. “What haven’t
they done? That cohort’s a mess- after being put through Joan and then the few months where they were kings of the world before Malcolm pulled his coup. The legionnaires steal from each other, they put itching powder in armour, they tease Quinn about spiders, they switch weapons with unbalanced or blunt blades…”
“That’s low,” Annabeth said protectively. Reyna recognised the angry-big-sister tone from Hylla.
Reyna shrugged. “Half of the original cohort is fired already. The newbies are being forwarded to the fourth and they like Quinn and Tommy fine. Things are going to get better. Oh, we’ve been spotted.”
Tommy smiled at Piper for a discreet second, and she smiled back. He turned back to his soldiers.
“Fifteen,” he counted. “Sixteen, seventeen.”
Quinn came by and smiled at them.
“Hi,” she said. Her voice was quiet, but not shy anymore. She had new glasses; sleep had returned to her, and her eyesight had improved- though, as she put it, she was still “born slightly blind”. Her hair was pulled back so none of it hid her face. She held her head high naturally now, not by a Roman instinct, and the bags under her eyes were gone, making the greys shine even more. Reyna had never seen someone change so suddenly.
“Good morning,” Annabeth said. “How you doing, Quinn?”
“I’m fine,” she said. “Tommy’s getting really tired of their Nazi bull, and so am I.”
“That’s what this is about?” Reyna asked.
“They are not
making those jokes…” Piper said shocked.
Quinn took a deep breath, eyes rolled up. “Some of them are as aware and educated as their feet. Some of them are just nasty. Either way, we get Centurion Adolf a few times a week. There’s not much to do since they refuse to take anything in. We’re hoping that group punishment will help them smarten up amongst themselves.”
“We’ve had another similar case with Cate Amjad on teasing based on nationality,” Reyna recalled, based on a confession from Joan’s co-Centurion after the war. “Start submitting names to the praetors; we’ll handle it.”
“Alright,” Quinn nodded.
“That’s not a push-up Armstrong,” Tommy scolded. His face was hard.
“I’ll stick around the fort until training is over,” Piper decided, her eyes on him.
“It’ll be good for him,” Quinn said quietly.
Someone said something in Latin: “This how they train the Nazis?”
Quinn’s shoulders slouched.
“Hang in there, Quinn.” Annabeth said.
“I have to go,” Quinn said.
“Me too,” Reyna said making an executive decision.
She marched forwards before Tommy could reply.
“What did you just say to your Centurion?” Reyna asked. A few people other than the legionnaire she was going to put through a bad ten minutes dropped to their knees and looked up.
“I wasn’t talking to any of you,” Reyna said. “Keep going.”
Tommy snapped back to reality and started counting again.
“You. Get up.”
Jeremy Melville got up and eyed Reyna, trying to look bitter and angsty and tough, but obviously not expecting Reyna to be there.
She would make him pee his armour.
“What did you just say to your Centurion?” She asked again. “Please, I would love to hear every single word. And if I don’t get it from you, then I’m sure he’ll like to let me know himself.”
Melville chewed on his lip.
“Did you say something to your Centurion?” Reyna snapped at him.
“Yes who, ‘yes Jupiter’?” Reyna asked.
“Yes Ma’am,” he said. It would do.
“Well there’s your first problem. He’s an officer who is much senior then you are, and you therefore have no business talking back to him in any way shape or form once he has given an order, unless you are permitted to do so- am I clear?”
“Yes Ceres? I’m your praetor, Melville, start treating your superiors with respect or your superiors will find other places where your attitude might fit in better- outside of Roman land.”
“Yes Ma’am.” He said.
“Good. Now what did you tell your praetor?” Reyna said.
He didn’t talk; he just stood there shaking in his boots.
“What did you tell your praetor?” Reyna said word by word.
Melville repeated what he’d said.
“Is that a valid comment that is true?” Reyna asked.
“Is that a joke that is funny?”
“Is that a joke that is ethically correct?”
“Is that a comment Centurion Rosenberg deserved?”
“Mmm- funny you say that. Because usually those are pretty good signs that you should shut up because your opinion is stereotypical, false, and unnecessary in the legion’s functioning. Why did you address your Centurion in that way?” Reyna asked.
He didn’t say anything.
“I asked you why you addressed your Centurion like that.” She said again. He looked pretty scared now.
“I- I don’t know.”
“Well I don’t know either, so maybe Praetor Grace will be able to help up figure it out back in the Principia, what do you think?” Reyna turned to Tommy. He nodded.
“Maybe he’ll fess up about the tarantula while he’s at it.” He said casually.
Melville’s eyes popped up.
“I’m looking forward to it,” she said imagining that it had something to do with playing with Quinn’s war scars- which just seemed lower to Reyna than anything else.
“This applies to all of you,” Reyna said. “It is unacceptable for a cohort to behave so badly despite its centurions’ expertise that a praetor is asked to routinely check-up on its progress, am I understood?”
“Yes.” Came up like a choir.
“Am I Venus?” Reyna said.
“Thank you. Anybody else I should take with me?”
Tommy and Quinn consulted with a glance.
“Gordon, get up.” Quinn said. “Justin, you too.”
Two guys looked like “what the heck?” as they got up, mouths opened and eyes opened wide.
“Don’t pull those faces. If I’m pretty sure of what you did, then you have no reason to be surprised at all.” Reyna said. “The least you can do is keeping whatever honour you have left.”
They straightened up.
She turned towards Piper and Annabeth whose eyes were wide as coins.
“I’ll meet you at the city borders in a few minutes,” Reyna said. They listened to her and walked off. She told the disrupted legionnaires to follow her, instructed Tommy to finish the push-ups, and led them off.
“The first one to protest gets stable cleaning as a surplus to whatever punishment the praetors will see fit after consultation, am I clear?” Reyna said.
“Yes Ma’am.” They replied.
She had them wait outside the principia and she went back inside, Jason leaning over paperwork, biting on his lips in concentration.
“Jason,” she said. He looked up.
“Time for you to play good cop. I think I accidentally completely covered the bad.”
“What happened, who was it?” He asked.
By the time she’s sorted that out and found Piper and Annabeth, they were chatting with Terminus who was complaining about having lost Julia and being empty-handed as far as assistants went. Piper was clearly doing her best to swallow any comment.
When they saw her, Annabeth hissed like a cat.
“Tell me about it,” Piper smiled. “But good on you.”
“I want my legion to run smoothly, and the fourth cohort isn’t in my good books,” Reyna shrugged.
“It’s fine Rey, they had it coming. What’s Jason doing?”
“Playing good cop. Grilling them again. We’ll talk about it later and figure out what to do- in the meantime they’ll be banned for training.”
“Like a day off?” Piper frowned.
“It’s incredibly dishonourable.” Reyna said. “You two are so
“Hey,” Annabeth said elbowing her. Reyna smiled.
“Come on, let’s wander New Rome,” she said. She could use a day off, and she was ready to take one with her best friends right then. Work as praetor was easier now that Jason was back and the senate was tamer. But they’d always find reasons to complain- an amputee and a guy who had come out basically out of the blue as a centurion, the smaller children living in the fort because they’d followed Tommy from Europe (Jason was a strong advocate for them), the way the Greeks could just pop in and out of the land, trying to blame the death toll –all caused by injury- on faulty or incompetent Greek healers, how their praetors were absent once a month for a day to keep relations with the Greeks strong, the new rules that she and Jason were trying to put in place about a praetorian guard who would be in charge of making sure the praetors didn’t turn into a tyrant…
But Reyna had decided long ago that she’d always be there to shut them up and do the right thing for the fort as a whole. And with Jason with her, with Percy and Annabeth back in New York, she felt like she could do anything.
“I’ll take your weapons, young ladies- and Praetor Bell, of course.” Terminus said. “Come no, hand them over. No, not there- there
, pay attention to where I’m pointing!” Terminus chastised Piper, who bit her tongue even harder.
Of course, some things would never change.
Dedicated to Firestrike22 and Innoverse
Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase
They both graduated from Goode High School
Percy got two A’s on the last report card of his life, and only one C.
Annabeth had straight A’s, of course.
She was accepted in a prestigious university a few hours from New York, and Percy stayed behind to study at NYU and handle Camp’s sword fighting class.
Sally Jackson Blofis’ first book was published: “Mightier than the Sword”
She released three more books and a series based on Camp Half-Blood before her death, but used the Egyptian gods to protect identities.
Percy graduated from NYU with a Bachelor’s Degree in social work.
He joined the New York Police Department, where he could intervene with half-bloods in legal trouble and did for the rest of his life.
Annabeth became an architect. She quickly got a job at a prestigious firm where she’d have to climb her way up, and also did private commissions and contest entries.
Percy “got his schist together” as Jason called it and proposed to Annabeth.
She didn’t say yes.
She just kissed him.
They married in June of the next year.
Leo performed the ceremony, because why not, and he had a degree from the internet.
“ “Five,” Jason said.
Those calls came from Tommy, Grover, Frank and Leo.
“Tom, you betting any higher?” Jason asked.
“I’m a med student, I’m nearly broke.” He said, hands up.
“Same,” Frank said regrettably.
Leo’s hands shot up in victory. “It’s on, Grace. You’ve got to give me twenty five if Rachel Elizabeth Dare
does “burst out into prophecy during the ceremony.”
“You guys are seriously not helping,” Percy said. “I’m nervous enough as it is.”
“Yeah, we’ve got a bet on that too.” Frank said. But Tommy actually put money down for that one.”
“They sat on the floor of the baby room which was starting to look like a baby room, with a bowl of popcorn on their knees- though Annabeth was hogging. But if Percy made the mistake to bring that up, he was going down very quickly.
“I still like Isabelle,” Percy said.
“No, there’s an Isabelle everywhere.” Annabeth complained.
“Maybe that won’t be a bad thing? I mean, we don’t want her to stick out if she turns out to be ultra-godly or something.”
“Still, we can do better than that. And not Brooklyn either.”
“You liked it fine the other day,” he said.
“Yeah, but she’ll be Brooklyn from Manhattan. There is no way I’m going to deal with her coming home crying because we gave her a name that opened the door up for every bully out there. I still maintain that Josephine is cute.”
“That’s from a book.”
“Okay, fine: how about Alexandria.”
“That’s a place in Egypt, no?”
“Oh my gods Seaweed Brain- the history goes further than that.” She said elbowing him.
“What if she’s not brilliant though? Like, I’m just saying, there’s a faint possibility that she doesn’t care about Egypt.” Percy said.
For a while they just shut up and looked through the window and saw the snow falling. It was January 5th, and they had to get their Styx together and find a name in the next two months.
“Cassandra!” Annabeth said out of the blue, taking his arm.
“What?” Percy said. “Like, the Cassandra from the myths?”
“Yes, why not?” Annabeth said. “It’s beautiful. Cassandra Jackson,” she said.
“But it just looks like this family’s got good name-following karma, and the Cassandra in the stories has a horrible life.”
“Oh, come on Seaweed Brain,” Annabeth said. “Why don’t we let our baby write her own story?” She snuggled up closer. “I think we did a good job with that freedom.”
Cassandra Josie Chase-Jackson was born on February 7th
She was the sassiest thing ever to hit the planet.
Cassandra started seeing through the mist, which became a pretty big problem at daycare.
Sally was diagnosed with breast cancer.
This resulted in half of the world’s demigods attending a walk fundraising research wearing pink battle armour.
Percy got a promotion and became a detective
Paul passed away.
That year, two of Annabeth’s designs were used to build the United States’ Embassy in Berlin, and the National American Museum of Anthropology.
She was awarded the Pritzker Architecture Prize, often called the Nobel Peace Prize of architecture, for the later.
Cassandra was given the option to join the legion, which she nearly did to be with her best friend- a certain Aidan- but in the end she wanted to keep going to school and so she stayed at Camp during the summers.
Frederic Chase passed away.
Annabeth designed a very ancient looking university building in California.
She was awarded the Richard H Driehaus Prize for Classical Architecture.
A promotion was offered to Annabeth.
She would become the manager of the company she worked for.
She refused. She said she’d rather design buildings than manage people designing buildings.
That was the final stamp of approval that her fatal flaw was gone for good.
Sally passed away.
Cassandra went to New Rome U and studied to become a surgeon
Annabeth passed away after getting attacked from behind while she was at a conference in Chicago.
Percy was hurt and killed on the job. He was shot in the old Achille’s heel, where the spot was not a trigger for death as it once was, but very weak.