Chapter 37

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80 years later

One-hundred and two year old Annabeth Chase sat in her wheelchair at the bedside of the god Perseus. She wrung her leathery and wrinkled hands together while staring down at the slowly rising chest of her greatest love. He looked the same as he had the last time she saw him awake; messy black hair covering jagged scars on his forehead. Mediterranian skin tone contrasting with his white tunic and matching pants. Atop his head, the golden wreath still shone. He looked so peaceful, lying there with his eyes closed. 
"Miss Chase."
She turned her wheelchair slowly to face the three old ladies standing in the corner of the room, holding a string of wool. 
"It's time," the one in the middle said, while the one on the left raised scissors to the wool. She turned back to Perseus, and whispered, "I love you, Seaweed Brain."
The string was cut, and Annabeth's soul faded from the world.

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