Adele Black: The End

Two Hours

Part II: After the War

Adele Black: The End

Two Hours

I held George's hand firmly as I introduced him to Percy and Annabeth formally.

"George, this is Annabeth Chase and Percy Jackson," I told him. Both Annabeth and Percy waved when their names were said.

"Hi," George told them both. "I'm George Weasley."

"Trust me, I know who you are," Annabeth smiled as she pulled her blonde curls into a ponytail.

"What?" George asked, confused.

"Adele talks all about you when she's at Camp. It's adorable, actually," Percy smiled.

I felt my cheeks heat up.

"All good things, I do hope?" George asked, his cheeks almost as red as his hair.

"Most of them, I guess," Percy stated, stonily.

"Hey, that's good enough for me, but since you're all from New York- or, have camp there or whatever- what's the best Mexican food there? We have some here but it's not the best," George asked innocently.

I felt my eyes well up with tears.

"There's this restaurant on 32nd street that has the best enchila-" Percy began, but never finished his sentence, as he broke down in a full out sob.

His reaction to this caused the tears that were threatening to spill out of my eyes actually fall out of my eyes and roll down my cheeks like raindrops dripping down on a car window on a rainy day.

I found myself making my way over to where Grover Underwood's body lay in what felt like slow motion; the world around me was spinning faster and faster with glee and excitement at Voldemort being gone, yet here I was, moving slowly, sadness and regret flooding my insides.

Annabeth and Percy soon joined me in collapsing next to the satyr's dead body once more. I felt George's hand on my shoulder, and I felt bad, but I shook it off.

"I kind of want to be alone right now," I softly told him as he leaned down and kissed my cheek.

George nodded and squeezed my shoulder before leaving me with the other two demigods.

"I should've done something... I could have saved him..." I choked out, resting my head against the body of the Lord of the Wild, my tears soaking the cloth we had covered him with.

"He was one of my best friends. He befriended me at Yancy when nobody else would... he brought me to camp..." Percy began to choke out, breathing heavily in between each word or so.

"He brought me too. I wish we had more time with him..." Annabeth stuttered through the tears that rolled down her cheeks.

"Gods... I didn't... I never expected Grover to become a victim of a horrendous monster," Chiron's voice echoed through my ears as his hoofs clicked across the floor of the Great Hall.

"I always assumed he'd live forever. He is- I mean, was- the Lord of the Wild after all," Annabeth choked, leaning her head into Percy's shirt.

"What happens next, Chiron?" Percy asked suddenly, wiping the tears away from his sea green eyes.

"I suppose that re-building Hogwarts would be what would happen next... funerals, common things to take place after a war," he wisely stated, stroking his beard as he did so.

"No, he means what happens with nature? If there isn't a Lord of the Wild- Pan is gone, and now Grover is... What happens to society?" I clarified Percy's question.

"That, my dear Adele, is something the gods and you three must figure it out. You were closet with Grover, and saw his death. No doubt you will called upon a council on the Summer Solstice. Discuss what happened, and the plan for the future," Chiron replied to the three of us.

"So we basically have a month and a half to prepare to be called in front of the gods?" Percy basically asked.

I snorted in response. "Percy, the gods are extremely unpredictable. For all we know, we could be called to see them within three hours."

"Three hours isn't enough," Annabeth smally stated.

"LOOK!" A loud voice yelled, echoing and bouncing of the walls of the Great Hall.

I looked around, my gray eyes trying to find the source of what I was to look at, when I realized that something was happening right in front of me.

Grover Underwood's body was glowing green, like the color of the leaves on a tree during a sunny summer day. The satyr's body was moving as to stand vertically, like a human would be when they were up and walking around.

His donkey legs grew longer and his hoofs grew what seemed to be roots. His arms spread apart, grew to be an oak color, and his body stopped, standing still in one place.

The glow faded, and in the spot of where the satyr had been moved to, was a tree.

Ugh! I feel so bad for not updating in almost a year! I kind of lost motivation for the story, and I actually kind of forgot about this story.

But don't worry- motivation is back! I have the rest of the story planned out, so yay!

Expect an update soon! Probably before July starts, hopefully!