A/N: Here we are; the final chapter of the first "episode" of series three!

I've deliberately made this shorter than a normal multi-chapter story, because that's the format of a Class of the Titans episode. I designed it that way. While it's not exactly an episode, I hope this can still suffice. And hey, there's still hope that there will be an actual third series.

Thank you for reviewing! I'm so excited to see that people are still reading my work. Hopefully the next "episode" will be published soon as a thank you for staying with me through all the long breaks between updates.

Stay tuned, Class Mates.

Chapter Seven: Epilogue

The aftermath of the battle was surprisingly quick. A few PMR calls had been made and Hermes had met them at the apartment with a white van (needless to say, they were all a little petrified that Hermes of all people had a white van) and taken the still unconscious Echidna ahead to Olympus High. We'll sort out what to do with her at the school, he'd told them, unable to keep the glee off his childish face. Something about the older deity being defeated by a group of teenagers had heightened his already cheerful demeanour to the point where he'd practically skipped in the air as he hovered by Echidna.

After they'd loaded the monster and the Oracle in the van down in the underground parking lot (which had been mercifully been empty – sending Neil ahead was always a good plan) and watched Hermes and the Oracle speed off, they made their way back to the front of the building, trudging through their battle fatigue on top of a lack of sleep. They stood there for a few minutes, with nobody speaking, until Jay sighed and finally admitted the words they were dreading to hear.

"We walked here, right?"

Herry nodded glumly. "My truck is back at the school."

"I could call for a lift from Heph?" Odie volunteered, but Jay shook his head.

"Nah. Let's make our own way there. Besides, there's a bus stop just around the corner. Anyone got some loose change?"

The sun was setting and Odie's wallet was significantly lighter when they finally arrived back at the school. After the short walk to the janitor's closet, they wandered through the tall halls of the secret wing to Hera's office.

The goddess was not alone. Sitting on the grand sofa, sipping a takeaway coffee, was the Oracle.

"Took your time," he stated as they walked in and sunk into the sofa, a glint of humour in his eyes. "Did you perhaps… walk here?"

Neil stared indignantly. "I saved your life," he retorted irritably. "And then I walked for ages and my feet are in need of a mani-pedi because of the walking, and you don't say thank you?" He huffed and crossed his arms.

The Oracle laughed. "Thank you, Neil."

Jay sat up. "Is Echidna locked up?"

"Hermes is taking her to the Underworld as we speak," Hera replied smoothly. "I'm sure Hades will find her a nice cell in Tartarus."

They all sat there for a few moments, lost in the silence. Atlanta held a hand against her newly bandaged forearm. Herry propped his elbow on the arm of the sofa and rested is head on his hands. Neil uncrossed his arms, and after catching the Oracle's glance, crossed them again indignantly. Archie and Odie tried their best not to fall asleep. And Theresa, after having a wordless exchange with Jay, broke the silence.

"So, what happens now?" She asked, directing the question more at the Oracle than Hera. "Do we keep waiting for Cronus to show up and fight him? Or is the prophecy completed, and we all go home and pretend that none of the past two years ever happened?" There was sadness in her voice, accompanying her last question. Because, make no mistake, the fighter was tired of fighting. But she would continue, if it meant staying with her friends, and her life in New Olympia.

"That is up to you," Hera said. "Whether you stay – or go – is your decision. The gods will not keep you here."

The seven teenagers looked at each other. They didn't have to look for long. Their answer was already on their lips – it always had been.

"We're staying," Jay answered. "As long as Cronus is at large, we're staying here. We've beaten him before and we'll continue to beat him."

The Oracle tittered. "It will not be easy, Jay. I fear the worst of Cronus is yet to come. It will be dangerous for you… and for all of us."

Theresa looked at him quickly. "You're in danger, too?"

"I have been in danger ever since Cronus decided he wanted me dead." The Oracle said. "But I'm still alive. We must live in hope."

"Maybe you should leave New Olympia," Jay suggested. "You'll be safer away from Cronus."

The old man nodded. "That may be so," he said, pausing. "But I like to see my prophecies played out." He stood, leaving the empty coffee cup on the low table. "I'll see myself out, now." He chuckled at his own joke.

Jay stood quickly. "But… do you mean… the prophecy hasn't be fulfilled?"

The Oracle stood there for a moment, letting his blind gaze linger on each of them – the warrior, the brains, the brawn, the hunter, the good looking, the fighter and the leader – for a moment, and smiled. He could see their futures, all happening at once, good and bad, converging on the one path. There would be love and loss, joy and despair, life and death – and they would face it together. The prophecy children just didn't know it yet. Or, he thought, perhaps they did.

Without giving explanation, the Oracle walked away and out the door.

Cronus had stepped into the portal, but at the other end, had he not been caught in the waiting arms of a hooded figure, he would have fallen out.

"You are weaker," the figure said quietly. Words echoed around him. Cronus didn't reply.

He brushed off his hands and stood on his own feet, and glared around at where the portal had taken him. The cave, he realised. The darker, blacker end of the small hollow in the rock of the mountain. Further toward the mouth, he could make out Agnon, hunched over to avoid the low roof of rock.

"Did they win?" the figure asked gently. The echo of his words stung him softly. Again, he didn't respond. He had nothing.

Walking gingerly to the mouth of the cave, Cronus wondered where he'd gone wrong. Why did a group of teenagers – no, children, compared to him – continue to beat him in his retribution? Why was it that every turn he took, he was foiled, and every chance he had to beat them, he lost. Staring out into the valley below, an answer of sorts came to him. It wasn't much of an answer. But it was all he had.

"They keep beating me," Cronus whispered. "But… I keep surviving." He turned back to face the hooded figure. "And as long as I'm still surviving, I will take my revenge."