A/N: At first, I thought the chapter was a pretty good one.
After looking back on it, I don't like it.
I won't replace it, but I'll post this here epilogue for you all who yelled at me that the last chapter was unsatisfactory. Sorry, guys. Being away from this story has made me loose my magic touch on it, but now I think I'm back on track.
I hope. Believe me on that.

Sorry that I didn't reply to all you lovely people who reviewed. I figured that I could put this up, and then if you review again, I reply to those one. I though you might want this more than a reply.
My goal for this story is to reach 200 reviews. I think I have approximately 180. So please, tell me your final thoughts!
ALSO: For you Maximum Ride lovers like myself, as soon as I finish reading Fang when it comes out, I plan to create a story for that, too. It might not be until Spring Break starting the 1st of April, when I'm bedridden after getting my wisdom teeth pulled (yay… note sarcasm) and have nothing to do.
Now, forward…march! (I'm a marching band geek. These things randomly pop into my little brain here.)

Athena strode around the room on Olympus, pacing. She rarely did this, because it gave the other gods the impression that she couldn't figure something out, or was having a hard time doing it. The many, many years of experience were screaming at her to go with what she knew what was right. But her gut—a saying of the humans—was telling her the exact thing she didn't want to listen to.

She lived by reason. Her gut was telling her something other than what she knew, what her 'comfort zone' (another human expression) was.

Footsteps echoed up to her, and she stopped wandering around the throne room. Zeus was off somewhere, preparing for the seemingly inevitable battle coming.

"I should be planning battle strategies," Athena mumbled to herself, too low for anyone to possibly hear. She placed a hand on her father's throne and took a deep breath. His throne always smelled like ozone.

The footsteps were definitely heels, and Athena could only think of one goddess who would wear human shoes up on Olympus: Aphrodite.

The clicking of shoes stopped near the door, but Athena didn't want to turn and see the goddess' beautiful face.

"Hello, Aphrodite," Athena said, in ancient Greek, of course.

"Hmm," Aphrodite mumbled. "You seem to be struggling with the concept of my existence."

That was why Athena didn't want to turn around.

"You still know that I do not approve of your trait," she reminded her. "Many a battle has been struck up between men over that very concept. Beautiful daughters of yours that make men do foolish things."

Aphrodite walked up next to Athena, and Athena caught the scent of her perfume and turned her face away a fraction.

"Ah, but it is not one of my daughters that's causing you trouble, it's one of your own," Aphrodite stated knowingly, placing a hand on Athena's arm for a fraction of a second. "Annabeth is a fairly pretty girl, by my standards. Although, I still don't see why she couldn't have gorgeous blue eyes instead of those gray ones. Then many men would be after her, even among the humans. Her hair is pretty and shiny, and—"

"I understand, Aphrodite," Athena cut it. "But something like love and war don't mix very well. They're opposite."

Aphrodite stepped away, and Athena turned her head to look at her.

"Not when you really think about it," Aphrodite said.

"And when have you been known to do that?" Athena questioned rudely. But she had no problem saying what was on her mind now; it was Aphrodite's fault.

"Anything about love I know about. You know that odd human saying, 'All's fair in love and war' or whatever it really is. I don't care to know. But people fight for love, just as people fight for countries. You know this. I know you do."

Aphrodite turned and sighed as she beheld Athena. "You could be so pretty," she commented. "Your expression doesn't always have to be so severe."

Athena shook her head. "Why are you telling me this?" she demanded. "That what I did was wrong?"

The goddess shook her beautiful head. "No, not wrong. Just overcautious. I know how both your daughter and Percy feel, you understand. It's just what I do." She waved a hand to dismiss the simple fact. "He is actually quite the hero, don't you agree? He's rather good-looking, too, a perfect match in my opinion for your daughter. They both fight with each other, help each other. Fight against each other on occasion. It's a rather generic love story, but so few actually go through that. Yes, they get frustrated with each other. But you have to realize that your daughter cares for him, just as much as he cares for her."

"And where does that take them? Trouble?" Athena strode across the room, away from Aphrodite, frustrated, but unwilling to accept that maybe, just maybe, she could use a little piece of advice.

"What's between them seems inevitable, if thousands upon thousands of years are worth anything. She's the smart, athletic girl. He's the slower, but heroic, hero. What you have against Poseidon shouldn't come into play here. You know that he suspects what's going on between them. He isn't against it. Actually, I get the impression that you will try to keep them apart with the force of an army, not just a concerned mother," Aphrodite chuckled.

"You never answered my question. What did I do wrong?" Athena pressed, her temper rising and her resolve becoming more solid by the second.

"You're just trying to postpone the inevitable." Aphrodite shrugged, but Athena didn't see. "Talk to the boy when you have a chance, if he lives through everything. But let them be. You'll only make Annabeth unhappy." Aphrodite thought for a minute, then added, "You don't have to undo that spell you put on them."

"It's not a spell," Athena grumbled. "It was something the mortals made up. I just added my own little piece to it."

Aphrodite took no notice. "Nico will have been gone anyways. His father didn't really want him spending so much time with his uncle. They won't miss him in the Underworld. Although you may want to make him forget what happened, too, so he doesn't go and tell Percy and Annabeth, if that's what you want."

"I already have," Athena stated, drawing herself up at being told what to do. Then she got an idea.

"Aphrodite, could you do a favor for me?" she requested.

"What's your idea?"

"Make Percy spend time with that redheaded mortal that he met a while back. I'd like to see for myself how my daughter reacts."

Aphrodite smiled a gorgeous smile.

"That'll be easy. With what's coming up, Percy will need some time away from 'reality'. I can plant a little idea in the girl's head that she misses Percy. She'll ask him to hang out with her. Satisfactory?"

Athena nodded. "You're better than I gave you credit for."

"I know my specialties, as you know yours. Now." Aphrodite moved towards the entrance. "It's time for you to work on yours, don't you think? We need a strategist." Aphrodite shimmered and was gone, leaving Athena alone by herself.

She'd have to speak with Ares for sure. Maybe he could help her out as well. He held a little grudge against the Jackson boy. And if his 'friend' Aphrodite was in on it, he soon would be too.

Please tell me if this helps wrap things up. If need be, I can add another epilogue onto this one. I really hope that this cleared some things up. If there's anything I forgot (which is really possible, because I know everything that's happened, but may have forgotten to mention it in any of the chapters up to this one), just let me know SPECIFICALLY (please) what it was, and I'll make sure that I COMPLETELY cover it.

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