The Spartan of Olympus

Epilogue

Life is a road; it's filled with bumps and cracks, but it is mostly intact, overall. As for Perseus Jackson, well . . . his road was a little bumpier and cracked than most. However, in the end, he discovered something that made travelling that dilapidated road entirely worth it.

If one looked ten years in the future from where our story ended, he or she would see a dark-haired boy in a tuxedo, and a beautiful raven-haired woman travelling down the center aisle of a church, in a grand, pristine wedding dress.

If one five years past that, he or she would see the hero and heroine watched their black-haired toddler giggling excitedly as a large hellhound licked his face. Little Zane would grow up as a quarter-blood, but neither parent was particularly worried.

Fifteen years later, one would see a middle-aged couple, waving goodbye to their teenage son as he slowly disappeared behind a hill that had a large pine tree on it.

Twenty years after that, one would see an elderly couple cooing over their grandchildren.

A couple years later, one would find two, dark-haired teenagers in Elysium, enjoying eternal life.

Percy Jackson and Zoë Nightshade would serve as an example for all the heroes that came after them; the hero and heroine proved that there was, in fact, such a thing as a happy ending.