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Holy. Crap.

People, this is it. The final chapter of Collision. Finally.

I had no idea how popular this story would be when I started it seventeen months ago. Really, you guys are the best. You all stuck with this story through the spasmodic updates because of my insane crazy hectic life, and you all deserve a mental hug. *hugs everyone who reviewed, favorite, alerted, and read this story* Thanks so much!

As mentioned before, there will be a sequel. When? Don't expect it for a month or two. But it will be written, in this same category, so look for that this summer. Also, for any fans of the Hunger Games trilogy, I just started a story for that, and that one will probably be quite lengthy.

****EDIT**** Since there seems to be some confusion on this matter, assume that at the end of this, The Last Olympian picks up. Therefore, from here, Percy goes to spend time with Rachel.

Here's the final chapter.

Max's POV

It took us two days of flying east to reach New York, including all the stops and breaks. I didn't really know where we were going to go from there, but I knew my first thing on my to do list was call my mom.

Apparently, it was Percy's, too.

"Hey, can we stop for a minute?" he shouted to just about everyone. Somehow we squeezed just about everyone onto the roof of an apartment building.

Thank god, er, the gods, for fog. We didn't need more publicity. At least, not that I knew of. I'd have to talk to mom first, though. A sighting of bird kids in New York City would definitely circulate everywhere.

So Percy left through a stairway leading down into the rest of the complex while we basically tried to entertain ourselves when we only had about three square feet per person, not including Pegasi.

About half the demigods and Pegasi left for the top of the neighboring apartment building, leaving us with a bit more than before. Someone broke out a couple decks of cards and we played the ultimate game of slapjack. Since we had about twenty people trying to slap a single pile of cards, I think we should all be grateful we all left with all ten fingers intact.

Once Percy came back we resumed our journey, circling the building first just to make sure we didn't leave anyone behind. We flew past a window with a lady waving to us and a flabbergasted man looking over her shoulder.

"Hey, Percy, is that your mom?" I yelled over to him.

"Yep, and my stepfather."

With surprisingly only two more incidents (one involving a very startled flock of pigeons and the other being a close call with a plane landing at JFK airport) we made to a whole bunch of strawberry fields and landed near the road.

The demigods flocked toward the fields while Percy, Annabeth, and Chiron hung around for a while and talked with us.

"It was nice meeting you," Chiron said to us.

"Same here," I said for the Flock. "This is going to be hard to explain to my mom."

"You can try," Percy said, "but people tend not believe stories involving Greek myths. Something to do with Mist."

"Eh, I can try anyway."

"If you're ever in the area, just stand by the tree over there and someone will see you eventually," Annabeth said.

"And if you see any flying bird kids, that'll be us."

And with that, we left.

About ten minutes later, after finding some change for a payphone in the city, I was talking to my mom.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Mom."

"Max! How are you?" Just got done running from a possible tsunami and Greek monster combo attack of course, what else would I be doing?

"Mom, have I got a story for you."

Percy's POV

Chiron, Annabeth and I were starting to walk up Halfblood Hill when Chiron stopped me.

"Annabeth, go on ahead." After glancing at the seriousness on Chiron's face, she went.

"Percy." His voice sounded tired and I didn't blame him, but this didn't sound good. "As you know, that was no ordinary earthquake in Washington. Most likely it was a sign that Typhon has escaped."

It looks like my summer just started.