Epilogue

The entirety of New Erilea and even New Wendlyn fell silent at the latest event. The news of Percy's death shook the hearts of every man, woman, and child on the planet. A memorial service was held at New Orynth, where the world leaders paid their respects to the fallen hero.

While gathered outside the city, the Assassins, Dorian, Manon, Chaol, Sorscha, Nehemia, and many others talked about Percy.

"The first time, I saw him, I thought he was a demon, but I was...I was wrong. What I saw was a man wrongfully scorned by his own kind." the Adarlanian King said in between chokes and sobs. "As time passed, I grew to respect him like a brother. I...I find it...unbearable...to find out that he's gone."

Dorian left the podium to cry his heart out in the arms of his ashen haired spouse. Next to speak was Jason.

"I thought I could compete with Percy as a leader, but I was actually wrong. He saw more in me than just a son of Jupiter. He saw me as like a little brother he never had. Was he not a brother to us all? Not just to the Chaotic Assassins, but also to all the people he called friends and family?"

Aelin Ashryver Galathynius could only be described in her current state as sorrowful, heartbroken, inconsolable, and pretty much every damn word that means sad.

She had just lost Perseus Jackson, her hero, her assassin, her lover, from her life.

She locked herself in their room, crying her heart out. No one bothered to check up on her. Not the guards, or the Assassins, or any of the other leaders. Not even her parents tried to bother her.

They just let her have her space.

Aelin had already drenched two of her hooded capes with her tears and was now crying on a third one, until a flash of light engulfed the room. She drew Damaris as her messed up golden hair, black tunic and trousers shone in the light to reveal a woman in an elegant green corset that was a little too revealing for her own good, a cut up black skirt, boots, and a snake coiled around her arm.

"Lower your weapon, Aelin. I am Lady Ananke." she spoke.

Hesitantly, Aelin lowered her sword.

"You're Percy's...patron, right?" she asked, struggling to choke back her sobs.

"Yes." the Primordial sadly replied. "I am sorry about him. Tartarus got his sword back and things seem normal back on Earth. Yet...I feel all this is my fault."

Confused, the demi-Fae spoke. "What do you mean?"

"When I tampered with Percy's fate by giving him power and have Chaos allow him to enter your old world, you all strayed too far from your original destinies."

"What?"

"By tampering with one man's fate, I affected the fates of billions." Ananke looked at the floor sadly in shame.

"What was my original destiny?" Aelin asked again, her sadness replaced by curiosity.

"For starters, you would fall in love with Rowan because Lyria was never brought back. You would've led Terrasen back to its former glory and banish the Valg King Erawan not just from the guise of Duke Perrington, but from the realm. Nehemia...her original purpose was to die so you could stop masquerading as someone you're not. She is a lot older than you think. So many different fates, altered in one chain reaction."

The room was silent as Aelin put all that information in her head.

"And Percy? If you and Lord Chaos did not interfere, then what would have been his fate?" she asked Ananke again.

"When he ran away, Oceanus attacked him, correct? After destroying him, Percy would perish from his wounds. Only this time, barely anyone missed him, and by the time the Third Titan War started, Kronos would have conquered the Earth and enslaved the mortal and magical worlds to his rule. Billions dead. Millions enslaved. I haven't had a clue whether I did the right thing or not."

"What makes you say that?"

"I...I just wanted to save Percy from a fate he was never meant to have. He was a true hero to his world, wrongfully scorned with neglect and heartbreak. Tell me, Aelin. With everything you've learned at this moment, have I done the right thing for you?"

Aelin winced and dropped Damaris on the ground, struggling to think of an answer. Then she spoke to break the silence after what felt like an eternity.

"No one is perfect, right?" she spoke. "Everything I've been through, that was not the fate set for me in the first place. However, there are things in life that don't go according to plan, even by the wills of gods. So, to top it off, I feel like you did the right thing for a man whose life is worth a realm's existence."

Ananke was shocked by what she had heard. Despite revealing everything the Great Goddess had told Chaos about following the Wendlyn incident, Aelin still accepted the fate she was given rather than the one she was meant to have. Smiling slowly, Ananke left the building in a flash of light.

Aelin looked outside the window, and smiled for the first time in a week, even though it was just slight.

Somewhere on Earth...

In a mysterious undersea palace, two shadowy figures were talking to one another.

"Is it time?" one asked.

"No. We wait. But, don't worry. We have what we need. We must spend all the time we have preparing for the plan."

"Of course."

Right as the two figures left, laughing, something glowed in the dark room.

Sitting on the pedestal was an Apple of Eden, and as it glowed, two more things were shown. One was Leo's old energy tracker.

And two, an infant girl with a tuft of brown hair, most likely about six months old, in a crudely made baby bed,

and she had gleaming silver eyes.

20 years later...

Sitting on a bench in New Orynth's palace gardens was a buff young man of golden blonde hair. He had sapphire blue eyes with blood red irises. He wore a set of robes similar to that of Shay Cormac's, complete with a pair of Hidden Blades, pouches for all sorts of ammunition, and sheathed on his back was the legendary sword Goldryn.

"Is something the matter, Brother?" a female voice asked.

The man looked to his right to see a beautiful young woman who looked a year younger than him. She had long black hair with sea green eyes with bright gold irises. She wore a set of custom Italian Assassin robes, modified to fit the times. Her own equipment consisted of a custom crossbow, a tomahawk previously owned by Ratonhnaketon, a pivot blade, and a standard Hidden Blade. Sighing, the woman sat next to him.

"Elise?"

"Bran, are you okay? I've never seen you this depressed ever since you lost your favorite pillow to the cold, harsh vacuum of space."

"I was a child back then, Elise." Bran objected. "How's your plan to become the next Mentor of the Chaotic Assassins?"

"Going well!" Elise replied excitedly. "Though, any one of us could be Mentor. After all, Aunt Thalia, Uncle Aedion, and Uncle Chaol taught us well, right?"

"Sorry, Elise, but I still intend to become the next monarch of Terrasen."

The raven haired woman laughed. "Glad we don't have to say 'New' every single time we hit a place."

Elise stood up from her side of the bench.

"I should go. There might be something else to do around here. Wanna come with?"

Sighing, Bran smiled and got up from the bench.

"Race you to the hangar." he challenged.

"You're on."

And with that, Brannon and Elise Galathynius Jackson sped off, unaware that someone had been watching them.

Aelin had retained her beauty through her partial immortality. She smiled down at the scene from a nearby balcony. She then looked at the sky and thought,

'Percy...our children have grown. I wish you were here, with me...Someday, I will see you again...'

FINALLY DONE.

For a while, I thought I wasn't going to be able to finish it but, hey, FINALLY DONE.

There will be a two part sequel to this. Hope you guys will like it!

My face claims for Bran and Elise are "I Am Number Four" Alex Pettyfer and "Vampire Academy" Zoey Deutch.