Here's the epilogue that goes along with the story. As I said in the previous chapter should you so desire I may write the sequel, for lack of a better word. This is short but I hope you enjoy it all the same.

DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN PERCY JACKSON

Outside of the now sealed doors. The seven demigods mourned the loss of a hero, leader, friend, and lover. They stood in silence, the members too shocked to cry.

But when a breeze disturbed the silence of the forest they were in. No one said anything. It smelled strangely of the sea. Though they weren't expecting the whispered thank you, that was carried in the wind.

That was all the seven demigod needed to break their shock as they let their tears tumble freely down their cheeks.

They didn't dare comment on anything. They all remained still as they processed what had just happened. The only movement was when one slumped to the ground and another followed them down to provide comfort they both desperately sought.

Not a thing was said when a heart wrenching scream broke the silence of the forest; scattering the birds, the scream was followed by desperate sobs and pleas which were intermingled with words of comfort and promises of something better.

The other five wondered if anything could be better after this.

It had been a sunny day in Manhattan. The campers had been preparing for the coming battle. The weather was pleasant despite the protests to make it more akin to their moods.

It had been denied because it was said that they needed something happy to keep them from losing faith that the eight on the quest would save the world and stop the battle.

Everyone paused when a breeze blew the scent of the ocean towards the camp. Why had wind been allowed? The breeze only served to remind them of their missing brother.

But the sky quickly clouded when the breeze turned out to be carrying whispered words of gratitude.

Thank you.

No one decided to comment when two children of Hermes decided to scream or punch one of the cabins.

None dared speak about the daughter of Ares who suddenly vanished from the sight of her cabin mates to only be found taking solace with the children of Hermes.

They did watch as the centaur looked towards one of the cabins, number 3, old eyes filled with sorrow.

The curses and sobs stopped when the man gazing so sadly at a cabin pulled a simple ballpoint pen from his pocket and proceeded to set back into his pocket like a treasure.

The silence was broken as more curses, screaming, and the sound of frustration being released on household objects. There was no more complaints about the weather matching their mood .

Now, it was cloudy and about to rain.

Laughter filled the small apartment along with the sound of water pouring out of the tap. The windows were open as it was a nice day, and it was good to air out the apartment.

A woman was holding a clean dish out to a man. A salty smelling breeze came through the window making both of them pause as it had the scent of an ocean side property for a split second before whispered words fluttered into the room, much like the curtains in a breeze.

Thank you.

A crash and then sobs rang through the small apartment. A thump as an object hit the floor. Words of confusion and denial tumbled out of the two's mouths.

Blood trickled out of a small cut made by sitting in the shattered glass, but neither party thought that a small amount of blood was important at the moment.

High above everything, even the tallest mountain. Everything was joyous. Their biggest threat had been taken care of for the moment and the cost had been minimal.

To most that is.

One sat away from the others, with a flickering orb. Watching the reactions of those who had felt the breeze. Watching with jealousy and sadness. Jealous that others could react so freely with their grief and saddened that the event had not been foreseen.

Anger had twisted in with those emotions. Anger that those whom were here didn't care the cost, they thought nothing of it, where the owner of the orb could not help but think that the cost was too high.

Another member of this high society sat far away from the orb and its owner. They were more discreet with their displeasure at the others.

It had been a high cost, but not one that was too obscenely high. It was cheap to those who did not know how this would really affect them and the mortals. Thoughts of who was truly worthy of the status of godhood rang through the two immortal grievers. But it was beyond their realm now.

They shared a sorrowful look. Perhaps this would be the only time they agreed on anything.

Fields of green and the smell of barbeque was the first thing the new spirit noticed. Looking around, there was an island in the center of the field, it was close but far away. There was also a party going on.

A few faces were instantly recognizable to the spirit, either from history or from actual life. The faces made it truly sink in what had happened.

The spirit could only wish that the others knew of the last words spoken. The spirit had a feeling that they did, how it was unknown, but a relief all the same.

Walking down the oddly paved path lead straight to the area that the other spirits were having a party. The path was smooth and the food smelled amazing.

Do spirits need to eat? Why would they be partying when they were dead? Questions that would remain unanswered rang through the new comer's head.

The others welcomed their newest member brightly. Serving him a big platter of short ribs and a surprisingly, in a good way, blue cola.

If the spirit wanted to, they could be reborn. The spirit knew that achieving this place was a high honor, and having rejected a high honor already, the spirit didn't want to offend the gods, again.

Besides, here the spirit felt content, something that hadn't ever really been felt in the short life of the spirit, and it whenever contentment was felt it was always with her.

The dead don't dwell, they had a life time and now they had eternity to reflect on what that life had been, they were both blessed and cursed.

If I hadn't lost my balance… I wonder what it would've been like?

The spirit thought, the answer would never be known but it was a question for the ages.

One that all of the mourners, thankful, and everyone else asked as well. Not at the same time but the same question all the same.

Only the fates knew the answer… and they weren't telling.

There you all are. Hope you enjoyed leave your thoughts below! Later!~IF
P.S If you want the sequel you need to verbalize the want of it, otherwise it won't be written.