Hey guys! I have an announcement to make. I sort of kind of lied to you about this story being a Pertemis. But don't worry; the sequel to this story is going to a Pertemis, I promise. Anyway, here's the last chapter.

Conclusion

3rd Person POV

As Percy was going towards his now permanent home, Hestia was helping Mnemosyne brew her biggest and most complicated potion ever, memory potion. It insured that any being: mortal, demigod, or god, would completely lose the memory of a certain person.

Once the potion was completed, Mnemosyne showed Hestia how to use and spread the potion to everyone who ever knew Percy Jackson: mortals, demigods, and gods. Once that was done, Hestia followed Mnemosyne's instructions and began her laborious task of wiping any memory of Percy Jackson from those who knew him. She started from the east coast to the west coast.

By dawn, Hestia had finished wiping every memory of Percy Jackson from existence besides herself and the pack. As Hestia rested on a couch in her temple, an HM (Hestia Message) appeared in her hearth. She smiled when she saw Percy.

"Hello Percy, how are things with the pack?" she asked tiredly. Percy smiled.

"Things are great! It's like having a new family." He noticed Hestia's weary face,

"I think you should sleep now. Wiping everyone's memories of me would've been tiresome." He said worrisome, but Hestia noticed that he wasn't just worried about her health.

"Percy, what's the matter? You seem more worried than usual"

"Nothing's the matter, just concerned about your health, that's all." Hestia raised an eyebrow,

"Percy, I'm a goddess, my health is perfect. Now please tell me, what's wrong?"

Percy looked down and sighed. He looked up at her with something more than just worrisome; it was also grievance.

"One of the werewolves, Lauren, is a child of Apollo. About an hour and a half since I had arrived there, she recited a new prophesy. All I can make of it is that in 150 years' time, the pack and the Romans/Greeks will join together to fight a war." Percy said. Hestia was taken aback, there was going to be another war? And so soon too? Hestia then thought of something.

"Percy, you didn't just looked worried about the war, but also something else. What is it?"

Percy thought for a second pondering on whether he should tell her. He decided to tell her since she was the only that he could tell to.

"It not only tells of war, but also of a returning hero, a lost leader, a missing champion."

"What does that have to do with anything?" she asked him curiously.

"You don't get it, do you? I'm talking about the person who is returning."

"You don't mean..." Hestia gasped in realization.

"Yes Hestia, I will return."