They made a swap. Annabeth and Nico came, and Jason and Tempest left. They went to Camp Half-Blood, where several cabins were being constructed. For Hebes, for Kymopoleia (ESPECIALLY Kymopoleia), and several other minor gods and goddesses. Jason looked down from his view on Tempest. It was really very pretty, looking down at the blurred prairies fly by in Kansas. He shuddered, remembering the day where he had attacked Percy because he had been possessed. His head throbbed in the spot where Percy had gotten kicked by Blackjack. Jason had empathy pains, and sometimes that drove him crazy. Jason finally fell asleep on Tempest’s back.
He woke up about an hour later. Several demigods were in canoes or swimming through the canoeing lake. Most of them pointed up at Jason and cheered.
Jason touched down on the dock. Percy got out of the water.
“Dude!” He said. A column of water shot out of the lake.
“Wassup, man?” Jason returned.
“Leo’s, like…” Percy’s eyes widened.
Jason grinned like a little kid. “Yeah, man!”
“Come on,” Percy said. Even after just getting out of the lake, he wasn’t wet. “The conch just blew. Time for supper.”
Supper was interesting. Percy and Jason exchanged boring news about their camps. Their tables were next to each other, so they got to talk.
“And then Frank just ran in, and Leo was like, ‘Hello, guys!’ And I think he made some corny joke but I was too happy to notice. He was covered in soot like he was dead, but…”
Percy shook his head in disbelief. “Dude! Wow!”
“I was thinking on the way over here,” Jason started. He hesitated. “Well, I thought you guys kinda… need to talk.”
“About what?”
“Oh, never mind,” Jason said, “gods of Olympus, it’s hard to explain! I don’t know, Percy. About Calypso?”
Percy nodded knowingly. “No kidding.”
Jason looked around. He loved seeing half the legion at Camp Half-Blood, enjoying the disorganized style of the Greeks. Romans and Greeks alike compared camps together, chatted, and talked mostly about the end of the world and Gaea.
Just then, a satyr trotted over. Percy looked a little shell-shocked. Jason stared at him, wondering who this guy was.
“Hey,” Percy said, “we haven’t gotten to talk in a while, Grover!”
Grover bleated happily. “No kidding. You’re, like, saving the world all the time!” He absently pulled out a pop can and took a huge bite.
“Romans litter too much,” Grover complained, “Cans and wrappers all over! It gives me a headache.”
“Headache,” Jason repeated, shaking his head. He turned to Percy. “Satyrs are so weird.”
Percy shrugged. “Grover’s my friend.”
“Blah-ha-ha! Still listening! Roman!”
Jason shrugged. “Sorry, dude.”
Grover shook his head at Jason, like he was hopeless. From the Hades/Pluto table, Hazel snickered.
Jason shot her a look like, Stop NOW or I’ll pulverize you!
Hazel shrugged. Jason smiled. He liked having friends on both sides of the country. Sometimes it didn’t work out so hot, though. Especially since Camp Jupiter was on the other side of the country. That’s a lot of monsters you have to pass to get from New York to California.
Grover sighed and clip-clopped away.
He was surrounded by friends that used to be enemies. No longer was he surrounded by enemies that used to be friends.
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Blood of Olympus: The Epilogues
FanfictionThis is pure fan-fic. As much as I love the author Rick Riordan, I thought that ending to The Blood of Olympus could've been a little better. After all, I wouldn't make Leo die and come back to life. He's not Jesus!! So, I wrote The Epilogues. Long...
