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Wow...after the last chapter, I had gotten so many reviews from you guys begging me to not end the story. Well, I hate to say this, but...this is the last chapter. It's a nice sweet ending that I thought would be the perfect touch.

Enjoy!

Percy POV

Old age. When I was young, I never really thought about it. I always thought I would die before my sixteenth birthday, and I had a right to think that way.

Now, here I was, at 65 years old. My kids had grown up and moved out. I had grandchildren; great grandchildren of Poseidon and Athena. And I had my beautiful wife, Annabeth.

We've had our shares of problems, I can tell you that. Of course being a demigod was never easy. There were times where Luke, our son, would find a hellhound in the bathtub. Or when our daughter, Silena, accidentally killed the cat with my sword (she wasn't too happy with herself). In the end, though, we managed to survive it all. Lucky us.

Nowadays, Annabeth and I would sit outside, on the porch of the Big House in Camp Half-Blood. It had become harder for us to defend ourselves in the monster-infested world so Chiron thought that we should stay at Camp Half-Blood.

"You know what..." Annabeth started to say as we were sipping lemonade on the porch, watching the youngest generation of demigods practice sword-fighting.

Camp hadn't really changed since when we were kids. Thanks to Annabeth's talent at architecture, there were new cabins and some new additional activities, but other than that, Camp Half-Blood was Camp Half-Blood.

"What?" I asked her.

She looked at me. "I never realized till now that I was right."

Her statement confused me. "What do you mean, dear?"

"I was right," she stated.

"Annabeth, you're always right," I told her. "I'd never tell you that when we were younger, but it's true. You are always right."

She sighed tiredly. "That's not what I mean, Percy."

"Then what do you mean?"

Annabeth stood up from her chair and leaned against the railing. "Remember how annoyed we got when people questioned the grey streaks in our hair?"

"Yeah. And I remember that we had some pretty crazy explanations sometimes," I said smiling.

She smirked. "I can't believe how some people believed me when I said it was the style in New York." I laughed.

"But then you came up with the perfect answer to that question." I reminded her.

"And that is why I was right!" She exclaimed.

Once again, I was confused. "Why?"

"You're still such a Seaweed Brain!" Annabeth playfully punched me in the arm. "I said that we got those grey streaks because we wanted to grow old together. You see? I was right. Look at us now."

I finally understood what she meant. Maybe, even at 65, I still could manage to be a Seaweed Brain.

"Well, Wisegirl, look at us now." I said. "These streaks in our hair don't really mean the same that they did when we were younger, do they?"

Annabeth touched the grey in her hair. "You're right. Now we're just old!" she laughed.

"Appears so," I agreed.

We stood there, with my arm around Annabeth's shoulders, and watched the youngsters chase each other with their swords. Typical day at Camp Half-Blood. I missed those days.

"You know what?" I said.

Annabeth smiled. "What now?"

"I'm the luckiest half-blood in the world." I boasted.

"And why is that?" she asked.

"Because I got to grow old with the girl I love." I said and kissed her.

The End

There you go! This story is now finished! Thanks to all of you who read and enjoyed this story.

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~Sweetly Blissful