A/N I'm really sorry I took so long. My computer was being stupid, but I'll try to make up for it in this chapter. This will be the last chapter, but as I mentioned last chapter…sequel!

"Cool, this squad car has a laptop!" Zana exclaimed.

"Will you focus?" I asked, sitting in the passenger seat of squad car number 657. Saeva drove down the highway, with the speedometer ticking at about eighty miles per hour, sirens blaring, lights flashing. She made a quick turn onto the interstate. "Saeva, stop at the next rest-stop, I want to see if anyone knows what's going on in New York."

She nodded in recognition. Cars pulled on to the side of the rode to let us through as we drove faster and faster, when finally, a rest stop appeared.

Our car bumped. "What was that?" Asked Zana from the back seat.

"I think we hit something…" Saeva said, curiously looking through her rear-view mirror. Then, another bump, causing Zana to squeal. Three more curious bumps followed, one after another.

And then, the impossible happened.

Our car hoisted its rear into the air; the sound of bending metal filled the air. Zana crashed into the back of my seat.

"Ouch! What's going on?" She yelled.

"I…I don't know," Saeva said, removing her hands from the wheel to show she wasn't responsible. Then, my side lifted into the air, along with Saeva's almost immediately after.

Our car plunged through the air, sirens wailing, lights flashing. I turned off the siren.

"What's going on?" Zana repeated, blood was dripping down her chin that led from her nose that she hit on the back of my seat.

"I think the car is… flying." I said, looking out the window. Sure enough, we flew at the altitude a plane would, soaring over what seemed to be endless green.

"What!? We can't be flying! That's sooo Harry Potter!" Zana cried.

"Maybe he can tell us how to stop it!" cried Saeva. But I doubted it. Not even he could save us now.

"I think I know where we're going." I announced, staring out the window, and into a flock of birds that flew a few paces away.

"Where?" Zana asked.

"New York." I told her.

"What? How do you know that?" Asked Zana, her hair stuck to the thin stream of blood on her face.

I pointed out the window, where tall skyscrapers of New York shown somewhat proudly.

"That's…That's impossible. We were just in California!" Saeva protested.

"Saeva!" Zana shouted. "We are in a flying police car! I think the impossible ship has sailed!"

New York was as bad off as Artemis had said. As I watched, a tall hotel collapsed. The sky was pitch black and lightning stung the surface of New York more than an occasional basis.

And what scared me the most; Titans and monsters and enemy half-bloods were causing all this damage.

"This is terrible." Saeva announced.

"You think?" Zana asked sarcastically.

Helicopters and planes circled New York City, trying to lower soldiers to defend their country.

Then, our flying escort stopped.

It lowered itself slowly until it was about a hundred feet off the ground, and then it dropped.

My life once again flashed before my eyes as we plummeted downward to our deaths. I had completely forgotten of my fear of heights until we were falling.

The car hit the ground.

A loud noise of the metal colliding suddenly against the ground, combined with the smashing of tires. The windshield caved in, along with every other window on the car, showering all three of us in glass. Pain made its way into my body, every where there were cuts or tiny shards of glass in my skin.

But I was alive…

I made it out alive!

But that also meant, that I was being protected my something… something powerful, which may, or may not be a good thing.

"Everyone okay?" I asked, shaking the excess glass off my arms.

"Yeah," said Zana from behind me, followed by an:

"Okay here," From Saeva beside me.

"We need to get out of this death trap." I said, attempting to open my door. It was being stubborn, so I pushed with more force, and suddenly, it cracked open, but it took even more force to widen it enough for me to get out. But eventually, it creaked open reluctantly, making a metal-against-metal that no one likes.

We all three eventually got out, however Saeva's door wouldn't budge at all, so she had to crawl across broken glass and out my door.

"Now, what we need to do-" Saeva started, but was interrupted my yours truly.

"Don't you think it's odd," I began. "That the car dropped us in this exact spot?"

"A little, but then again, I think it's odd that a car could fly either way." Zana said, being her usual sarcastic self.

"But-" Saeva was once again interrupted.

"Thalia!" someone called from behind me.

And on that day, in New York City, was the day the prophecy that dictated the reign of the gods came true.

Percy, Nico di Angelo, and Chiron – weapons in hand – approached us.

"Guys!" I cried excitedly, "what are you doing here?"

"Trying to save the world," Nico said. They all had their share of wounds, but Nico's seemed to be the worst. His whole face was covered in splotches of wet and dry blood. His pant leg was torn nearly in half and his leg had a large scar down it.

"Any luck?" Zana asked, again, sarcastically. Monsters around us ran around the city, terrorizing civilians and destroying buildings. People ran, screaming, begging for help, but none survived.

"We have bigger problems that need our urgent attention." Chiron began. A void opened out of nowhere behind him. We were all forced to our knees on the street, even Chiron was kneeling. The monsters around us settled, and the titans gathered together. We were unable to move, or to even blink.

Out of the void appeared Kronos, in Luke's body, and beside him appeared a boy, about age sixteen, black hair and in head-to-toe Greek battle armor.

Troy.

The monsters and Titans gathered behind them, showing respect to Kronos and Troy.

"Brother's and sisters," Kronos began, yelling loud enough for everyone to hear him. "Today is a historical event we all have been waiting for for thousands of years. The day the gods fall, and we reclaim Olympus as our own!"

The crowd behind him cheered. We kneeled, as that was all we could do.

"And here they are," As I watched, the Twelve Olympians appeared in front of me, all kneeling as we were, some with injuries. "Now, I Kronos, command you, the followers of the Titans, to tear these good for nothing gods limb from limb!"

The crowd cheered once more, and they all charged at the Olympians, who now were able to rise and defend themselves, but they were much to outnumbered. Within a time span of minutes, the crowd cleared and went back to their places behind Kronos, all twelve Olympians lifeless bodies lay, bruised and bloody, across the streets of New York.Ancient bodies, alive since the creation of earth, dead.

Kronos laughed. "Now, to make it official. You all know of the prophecy, but a great bulk of you know little of the details. It states that a child of the 'Big Three', at the age of sixteen, will decide the fate of the gods. Well, at the age of sixteen, my grandson is ready to make the decision in the name of the Titans!"

Troy stepped forward. He looked at his followers, and then turned around to look at the lifeless body of a dozen Deities.

Finally, he looked at me. Not us, me.

He approached me, drew his sword, and mumbled a few words.

"This is for you, Thalia."

And my world went black.

A/N I know, a horrible way to end a story, and not my best chapter, either, but the first chapter in the sequel will be good, I hope.

A few things, though.

What I can tell you is that Thalia, is indeed, dead. And the Titans have taken over.

I'm also changing the title. I told you it would be called The Heroes of the Redemption Flame, but I'm changing it to Heroes of the Olympian Flame, for reasons I will reveal later.

Please don't not read the sequel because of the horrible ending, or that fact it's a terrible chapter. I'm going to have more words and more interesting chapters from now on.

Look for the sequel!