Born a God

Epilogue

The breeze blew warm, announcing the coming of summer's hottest days. The starry night above looked like fireflies, only they burned brighter against the glowing black satin behind layers of serene clouds. Beautiful as it may be, it left a bitter taste in my mouth. It was as if the world conspired to show me how it would go on without him.

My grief was like an ocean, it came in waves, engulfing and overwhelming. I told myself, 'I will be fine' over and over. Seeking comfort from the lies I told myself just seemed to pull me in even deeper.

Many people thought being immortal was a bliss, something someone would do anything for. Their thoughts confuse me greatly. Was it bliss to live forever while your loved ones die? To wander around the world alone, while friends who were mortals run out of time to spend with you? Is it really a gift?

I looked up in the sky, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall.

"No matter where you are, look for the North Star and you'll find your way," he said as we laid under the night sky.

A lone tear traced down my cheek. How was I supposed to stay strong, if all my thoughts is about you?

Everyone who had died had their own shroud, whether their body was found or not. His was made out of long blue silk, and was embroidered with Poseidon's and Percy's symbol of power, the trident and Hurricane. The council had decided to reveal his true identity - Achilles Perseus, son of Poseidon, Prince of the seas, controller of tides and elements, Father of wolves, Guardian of the Olympians, Hunt and Demigods. The 13th Olympian.

Everyone seemed to have something to share about those who had fallen. They all seemed to slur together into the same meaningless jumble of words. But no matter what you say, they were never coming back.

As I watched them slowly burn the shrouds one after another, I thought of how I would never be able to look upon his face again or feel his embrace, see the warmth in his eyes or be surrounded by his love. When it was his turn, I refused to look away, even as my lips trembled and my shoulders heaved with emotion. I held my emotions tight, unwilling to back down. My hands clenched into shaking fists, in a desperate battle against the despair that was consuming my heart. Yet, despite my efforts, in the end, the pain finally over took my body. My eyes flooded, streaking my cheeks with a unrelenting display of my pain and love for him. I turned my gaze away from the flames, unable to watch the last of the shroud turn into ashes.

Your fight is over
May we meet again
In another time, in another place
Where perhaps, our worlds would collide
With the same vigour as before

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A newborn's cry fills the room. Through my exhaustion, I smile, and looking at the baby in my arms. I slid my finger into her open hand. Her tiny fingers grasping it tight. I watched as she peered through brand new eyes, and I let out a heavy breath that I hadn't known that I was holding until now.

She had his eyes.
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I hope you guys enjoyed the book as much as I enjoyed working on it. Just want to thank my Friend for editing and helping storyline. Couldn't have done it without you :) Well guys that's it! Until the sequel!