Hey guys! This is the last chapter of this story, but it's more of an epilogue. I just want to thank everyone who read and/or reviewed this story because you make my life happy :). I'm probably going to start another story soon which will, hopefully, be a lot better than this one. I don't know for sure what it'll be about, but it's most likely going to be a Percabeth. We'll see what happens.

And now without further ado, I present to you the final chapter of The Story of a Hunter!

I could feel the changes as soon as I stepped foot into the town. The houses looked more modern and most of the shops I had known as a little kid were gone and replaced. As I walked down the street in my silver Hunter outfit, I couldn't believe how much my little town had grown.

The park was the same as always, but there was now a playground made of plastic rising up near the creek. Just beyond the playground I could see a mass of people gathered around a casket. That was where I was headed.

Lizzie was 81 when she died. She ended up marrying a boy who was four years older than us, and they had three children. One of them, the oldest girl, was named Annie. As I walked towards the funeral party, I could see small children running around. I smiled. Lizzie always wanted to be a grandmother.

The funeral began and everyone sat down. I stood under a tree that was about 20 feet behind the last row of chairs. As I leaned against the tree, I realized that it was my tree. I shook my head in disbelief. Some things have a way of turning up again and again in our lives.

As the priest talked about Lizzie and the wonderful life she had, I thought about my past. Six days ago, the day that Lizzie died, I went to visit her in the hospital. She looked frail and old, and I was afraid that if she saw me she might not recognize me. Instead, when she opened her eyes and saw me sitting next to her bed, she smiled and said, "No fair. How come I don't look like that anymore?" I laughed and we talked for a while. She probably thought that I was an angel or a ghost, but that didn't matter to me. I was able to see my best friend one last time before she left.

I had seen my mother right before she died, too. She died over 20 years ago, but she held on to see me. Ms. Devitch, who had moved to Chicago with my mom after Jon's memorial service, told me that she knew I was coming and wouldn't leave the earth until she said goodbye to me.

The funeral was over before I knew it, and people began to get up and walk around. I walked away before anyone could notice me. Lizzie's children might recognize me from the pictures they had showing me with their mother, and I didn't want to take a chance of that.

As I was leaving the park, something flashed in the corner of my eye. I turned around and saw the sun reflecting off a golden archery target. For a moment, I stared at it. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Did you say goodbye to your friend?" Thalia asked patiently. After Zoë died in the winter of 2006, Thalia became the new lieutenant of Artemis. We had met her before then, but she hadn't joined the Hunters. She had been in love with a boy named Luke, and she told us that she couldn't leave him. The other Hunters didn't understand. But I did.

"Yeah," I told her, "but there's something I need to do first." She nodded in understanding and ran off towards the trees where the other Hunters were waiting for me. I began walking towards the statue.

It looked exactly the same as it did in 1943, 65 years ago. The shine had dulled a little, but it was still beautiful. When I stood about thirty feet away from it, I stopped. As usual, my bow appeared in my hands and I pulled out a single silver arrow from the quiver on my back. I kissed the golden ring hanging around my neck for good luck and notched the arrow.

I narrowed my eyes. I could just make out the tiny hole in the center of the target. As I pulled back and released the arrow, I watched it fly straight. My heart pounded against my chest as the arrow sailed through the hole and out the back of the target.

I smiled. Bull's Eye.