Hey, I finished a story. That's a first.

Yeah, this book is over, but I'm still planning on doing the Spider-Man homecoming/Nico di Angelo fanfic (I don't know when that will come out). If anyone has any ideas for titles, I could use the inspiration. Also, Will is not coming back, sorry, but it can't happen. Other than that, thanks to all my readers and the people that have reviewed. You've made this experience tons of fun and I can't wait to write my next fan fiction.

Last disclaimer: I'm not Marvel and I'm not Rick Riordan.

Almost instantly I recognize where my dream has taken me, D.O.A. Recording Studios. I used this entrance to the underworld before, but I don't think I've every seen someone I'm close to sitting in one of the chairs. Will sits there, watching the rest of the dead with wide eyes. I want to drag him back to the world of the living with me. To bad the doors of death are closed, I can't save him like I did with Hazel. Besides, when I try to reach out to him my hand passes right through him. I don't think he can even see me. Charon strides through me to further prove how powerless I am in this dream.

"William Solace?" Charon clarifies in his usual bored tone.

"That's me," Will tells the ferry man, his foot tapping a mile a minute.

"Come with me," Caron commands.

Will quickly gets to his feet before realizing something might be off. "Wait, don't I have to pay a toll or something." Charon rolls his eyes and walks away. Will, the idiot, chases after him to the elevator.

"An exertion has been made since you're a friend of the prince," Charon answers while pausing to open the lift doors. Will stutters to a stop.

"Prince? You mean Nico?" Will gives a small laugh. "He doesn't think he has any friends." Charon hums and I aware he looks right at me. He ushers will and other waiting spirits in to elevator to the underworld. At the last moment, I join them.

Unlike the one to Olympus, this ride isn't overly long. By the time the lift shutters to a stop, Charon's expensive, handmade, Italian suit has transformed into the dark billowing robes of the ferryman of the dead. The souls have also changed to fit in with the grim atmosphere. Will's tan skin and golden locks are faded. I never expected a son of Apollo to look so drab, so faded, so dead.

The crowd of specters follow Charon to his boat, but something keeps me from going any farther. "Only the dead are meant to sail on the River Styx, and despite the odds, you're still very much alive," the voice of a goddess reminds me. Though which one is it and what are they doing here? I hesitate to answer the figure shrouded by the fog and continue to stare at the retreating boat with Will in it. For half a second I think Will looks back, almost like he can see me, but it's gone to soon for it to be anything more than my imagination.

"It's been done before, the living crosses the river more than you would think," I correct the goddess. "I'm sure you know that Lady Hecate." I take a guess. The mist covering her parts to reveal her carrying her two torches. She shrugs in agreement.

"Do you know why I'm here?" She changes the subject.

"You're the goddess of witchcraft, ghosts and necromancy. This is your domain too," I rattle off.

"Very good, not many people remember that I have ties to the underworld too, but that's not why I'm talking to you on the banks of the Styx. I'm here because I'm indebted to you," she explains. Wait what?

"Sorry, what?" I can't help blurting out.

"You recently saved my daughter, and I'm sure you'll continue to help her in the future."

"I don't understand. Who did I save? Why would they need my help?" None of this makes sense.

"You'll see," she tells me with a smirk. She crosses her arms over her chest and flashes away before I can figure out more.

I have to squeeze my eyes shut to avoid being over whelmed by her power. When I open them I'm laying on my bed in the Hades cabin.

For awhile I just lay there trying to order me thoughts. The battle against Ultron is finished, but not I have a funeral to plan. I guess I should do that. Even though I know I need to get up, my body refuses to obey. When I finally get it to do what I want it aches all over. Just making to the door is a challenge. Though when I do make it I'm not expecting a zombie bunny to come through my open cabin door.

"Did I accidentally summon you?" I ask it. I must be going crazy. I haven't raised the dead on accident in years. It's still a possibility, but I can't ever remember bringing a rabbit back to life.

"Spirit! Where are you?" A shrill voice yells. A girl rounds the corner of my cabin and almost runs into me. I take in her strawberry blonde hair and the green eyes staring up at my. It's the girl from the train. What is she doing here?

"Ashely!" Lou Ellen calls before coming into view. Right, her name's Ashely. Once Lou sees the girl she visibly relaxes. "You can't keep running off like that." I wonder how long she's been chasing Ashely, Lou sounds out of breath.

"I thought I saw Spirit," Ashely defends.

"I get that, but," Lou cuts her sentence short when she notices me. "Are you okay? The Ghost King looks like he saw a ghost,"

I look away from the forest green eyes trained on my to scowl at the daughter of Hecate.

"I just didn't expect to see her to be here," I explain.

"Wait, you've met her before?" Lou asks.

"He saved my life," Ashely pipes up.

"Oh did he?" Lou addresses Ashely while sending me a confused look.

"Hold on," I interrupt. "I saw her, she was with both of her parents,"

Lou Ellen rolls her eyes like I'm the idiot. " They didn't have to be her biological parents, or sometimes children of Hecate can manipulate the Mist to create things like fake parents to comfort them," she explains. My dream comes rushing back to me.

"Hecate?"

"The goddess of magic and crossroads,"

"Can we find Spirit now?" Ashely, bored with the conversation tugs on Lou's hand.

"You keep mentioning that, but who's Spirit?" I wonder aloud.

"He's my bunny," Ashely tells me.

I find it hard to match her enthusiasm, "Would he happen to be undead?" I glance into my cabin remembering the latest invasion of privacy.

"Yeah, Ashely has necromancy powers, how did you know?" Lou questions. So that's what Hecate was trying to tell me. She has a child with powers like mine.

"Lucky guess, though it has something to do with the zombie rabbit that just hopped into my cabin a few minutes ago." I point over my shoulder into my cabin.

"Spirit," Ashely gives as a battle cry before charging past me into my cabin.

"I wish she would stop doing that," Lou Ellen mutters before following after her. Barging into what is basically my room without permission. You would think they never heard of manners. Sighing, I head back inside. Lou Ellen is sitting on the bed with Ashely and the undead rabbit next to her. I guess it didn't take that long to find him.

"Make yourselves comfortable," I offer, not like they haven't already. "Did you just come for the rabbit or did you want something else?" I eventually ask.

"I heard about Will; I thought you might want to talk about it," Lou tried to be nice, but right now I just want her to leave so that I can be alone.

"No thanks, besides, I'm busy," I respond sourly. Her hand clench into fists.

"With what?"

"His funeral," her fists unclench from my bluntness.

She stares straight at me. "Ashely, why don't you go see if the Demeter cabin has something for Spirit to eat?" Ashely simply shrugs her shoulders and runs off to the Demeter cabin. I consider mentioning that the undead doesn't need to eat, but decide not to as Lou continues glaring at me.

"Maybe you should go with her. You wouldn't want her to get lost or something," I suggest.

"Dang it diAngelo, stop trying to shut people people out. Will worked hard to get you to trust people you aren't allowed to just throw all that progress away because of this," Lou scolds. She doesn't understand. Will's dead and now I have to deal with it because I let him get to close. I won't make the same mistake again.

"Then maybe he should have spent all that time and energy on someone else," I admit.

"If you really think that then you're an idiot." Lou Ellen storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

I had been asleep longer than I though so the funeral ended up being the next a day. A golden shroud with a sun and a stethoscope stitched on it was burned so that bright yellow sparks flew up from the fire. A couple of Will's friends and siblings spoke about how kind he was and that he left to soon. I sat in the back through it all, listening to the speeches that all said the same thing while saying almost nothing at all. By the time Kayla started singing a song, I couldn't listen to anymore. No one had asked me about Will since Lou Ellen tried and failed, but it's only a matter of time until that find out he died because I asked him to go on a quest with me. It's only a matter of time until they all figure out his death was partially my fault. I don't want everyone to start hating me like they did before the Giant War, so as soon as all eyes are on Kayla and her singing, I shadow travel to the city. I should have left camp a long time ago. Better late than never, I guess.

Times Square is completely different from the funeral I just bailed on. It's loud, boisterous, and there are screens everywhere. All of which are showing news reports about the Avengers and their victory over Ultron. Maybe I didn't think this through. I sneak into the closest cafe to get away from it all. There's still a television showing the latest news, but at least there's only one instead of twenty. I stand along the back wall watching the news as a survivor is being interviewed. It doesn't take long to realize that the Mist has been at work. No one seems to remember a dark haired boy with a sword raising the dead or controlling the shadows or a blond teen with a bow sacrificing himself to save one of the Avengers.

Just when I think Will and last efforts to help everyone will go unnoticed by the general population a new report comes from the television, "Along with the aid of the Avengers, many people credit their miraculous recoveries to a mysterious medic that hasn't been seen since. There is no information confirming or not if this young doctor survived the attack, but if he's out there, there are a lot of people that want to thank him," a news caster reports.

"Will," I breathe in understanding. "Thank you Hecate." He may only exist in the minds of mortals as a shadow of the hero he really was, but shadows can exist as long as there is light, and even if the world is dark already, I'll make sure there is always enough light so that the shadow of the always smiling son of Apollo that saved lives and the world can remain. "I swear it on the River Styx."

End Book