322 years later...

"Hello? Kid?"

Percy is shaken up and looks around him.

The Titans probably threw him off Mount Othyrus, just enough height to not kill him. Apparently they only wanted to get rid of him. But that is okay.

Percy shifts his weight and he falls off a tall height. He then sees a familiar pile of rocks, with a forgotten blue banner standing on top. Smoke and rubble surrounded him, and he could barely smell the scent of strawberries, barbecue ribs, and pegasus poop.

Zeus' fist at Camp Half Blood.

How ironic.

Percy stands up and walks over, and digs up a crackly piece of crusted paper. It was smudged and covered in dirt and he had to squint but he could still read it. All his regrets and his past friends and family.

1. Grover Underwood: My first friend, the brave and courageous enchilada-loving Lord of the Wild.

2. Annabeth Chase: My other half, who was smart, funny, sarcastic, and still the girl of my dreams.

3. Sally Jackson: My loving mother, who died from my lack of understanding on how my power works. I am sorry...

Percy scrolled down the list, looking at Elizabeth Jackson, Rachel Dare, Chiron, who had died in the destruction of the camp, shielding the shrines, and even Poseidon.

He wiped his tears from his eyes and kept on reading and reading and reading.

"Um...are you okay?"

It was that voice again. Percy jumped, only to realize that it was a girl. Who looked exactly like his first two lovers.

Her bookworm expression, her concerned yet pretty face, and her gray eyes and blond hair.

The fates were supposed to be dead, and so was Aphrodite. How is this...?

Percy's palm felt sweaty and he tried to remember the names of the lovers to distract himself.

The second was named Annabelle. The first was named...

Percy couldn't put his finger on it. He glanced at the list and saw the word "Annabeth Chase".

Annabeth Chase. Annabeth Chase.

It sounded so familiar, and Percy knew what she looked like, but in a way, he didn't.

As Percy stood there, the girl walked closer to him. He sensed she was a demigod. Probably one of the only ones left.

Percy's heart beat faster. He fidgeted and squirmed.

She leaned over, and put her lips close to his ears.

"You drool when you sleep."

...

Perseus Jackson is a demigod of the Big 3 who was in so many prophecies and slayed countless monsters. Yes, he has been on his dark side. And the moody, as well as depression, pain, anger, and bitterness.

He witnessed all the times we witnessed demigods and mortals suffering because of him, and all the times he himself suffered along, Percy realized something.

338 years. That was how long he was alive. 338 years.

Sure Percy may have accepted godhood. Sure he will live forever. But in all his time of being alive and immortal, he realizes that he has just started living again.

Ayyyy!

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