22 YEARS LATER

"You all packed?" I called up the stairs. 

"Almost!" My son shouted from his room. "Just a few more minutes!" 

"I told you to be ready thirty minutes ago!" I chided. 

"I got distracted!" He called from upstairs. 

I heard a laugh behind me. I turned around and saw my husband stifling a laugh. 

"I can't imagine where he gets his tardiness from." I said walking over to him. 

Jasper raised his hands in surrender. "It's not from me. I've never been late in my life." 

"Well it isn't from me." I protested. Jasper raised a brow. 

"Really?" He said not convinced. "Because I remember you being an hour late to one of your shows because you 'took a wrong turn'." 

I rolled my eyes and shook my head with a small smile on my face. "That was one time." 

I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked up at him. "I thought you were working today." 

He smiled. "I wanted to see him off." 

I hummed in response, and stared into those familiar eyes as he wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me close to him. Jasper and I had been married for nearly 15 years now. Even though we were older now, Jasper still looked exactly like he did when I met him. Just aged. 

His dark brown hair had remained the same and his face was still handsome and gorgeous to look at. He was still tall and muscular. He still wore his silver rings that transformed into weapons, though he had given most of his collection away to our son. He didn't wear a bunch of earrings in his ears anymore (mostly because he work wouldn't allow it). But he had one silver stud in right now, and I could see multiple piercings lining the rest of his ears. 

"Is that a wrinkle?" I teased, pointing at a line on his forehead. 

"Careful, Sunshine." He said. "You're only one year younger." 

"Yeah, but I'm pretty sure I see grey hairs." I jokingly touched strands of his hair and grinned. 

"I'm forty not sixty." He said. "I'm not that old." 

"If you say so." 

"Shut up." He said smiling and kissing me. I tighten my arms around his neck bringing our bodies closer together. 

"That's actually disgusting." My son said revolted. "Let me just -" he began to make vomiting noises and motions. 

Jasper's eyes twinkled as he watched our son's actions, while I rolled my eyes and ruffled the boys hair. 

Our son: Cyprian Herman. 

He was thirteen years old. He looked exactly like Jasper. Same dark hair, build and face. But he had my eyes. His green eyes stood out against his dark hair. He wore a Camp Half-Blood t-shirt and a necklace with one bead on it. On his arm he had a SPQR tattoo with the symbol of Mars and four lines underneath it. 

He was the first ever Greek-Roman legacy in existence. He could read and speak both ancient Greek and Latin. He was super ADHD and had Dyslexia. He inherited the power of inducing anger into people as well as being able to command people to do things. He was a strong fighter and one of the best in the Legion. He inherited perfect projectile aim from me as well as musical abilities. Though he never really cared enough to use them. 

He couldn't see the future like me or heal people by touch but if he sang a hymn to his grandfather Apollo, he was able to heal people. 

During the school year he stayed at Camp Jupiter in the Legion and attended school. But during the summer months he would stay at Camp Half-Blood. While he was at Camp Half-Blood he stayed in Cabin 7. 

Which is where he was headed now. He had just graduated 7th grade and earned another mark on his arm from the Legion. After he trained with Lupa he had been inducted into the First Cohort. He told me he wanted to become Praetor just like his father had. 

A Greek legacy of Apollo and a legacy of Mars. I had a feeling he would make an interesting Praetor, and may just be what the Legion needs. 

While he's away during the summer, I travel across the country on tour. Jasper gets the summer off since he's a teacher and travels with me. I was a famous singer and had won a lot of awards. Though lately I was thinking about retiring. I'd made enough money to support us and I wanted to finally relax and live a normal human life. 

Just Jasper and me. No quests from the gods, no primordial beings rising, no wars. 

"Did you double check that you remembered everything?" I asked. "Because last time -" 

"I know," Cyprian said, "last time I left my sword here. But don't worry I triple checked to make sure I had it." 

There was a loud neigh from outside our house. Cyprian picked up his bags and opened the door. 

"Sorry, to make you wait Phlegon!" He called out to my horse. "Be right there!" 

He tied his stuff onto the horses back before running back inside. 

I gave him a tight hug and kissed his forehead. 

"Be careful." I said. "And remember -" 

"Don't command the Hermes cabin to jump into the lake in the middle of the night." He said. 

"That and remember to behave." I said. "You're going to get yourself kicked out if you don't follow the rules." 

Cyprian gave a mischievous smile. "But that's when you have the most fun!"

"If you're not careful the Harpies will finally catch you." I reminded him. Cyprian waved the comment off. 

"I'm always careful." 

I wanted to argue the point more but he was already running late. 

"Fine," I said dropping the matter. "But be careful and make sure to get Phlegon a nice treat when you arrive at camp. Flying across the country is no easy task." 

"I will." He said, before excitedly running out the door. This was the first time I'd ever let him ride Phlegon by himself. I was a little nervous but I trusted Phlegon to take care of him. 

I followed him out of the house. He was already on top of my horse ready to take off. 

"Listen to your mom and behave." Jasper said. 

"Promise." Cyprian said with an excited smile. After we said our goodbyes Cyprian shot off into the sky in his journey to Camp Half-Blood. 

As he left I thought about all the friends I'd lost over the years. My brother Michael, my best friend Cyprian who he was named after. I thought about Jason Grace. Who I failed to save in the end, I tried to prevent his death but in the end my vision came true. 

I even thought about Octavian. He might have been annoying and tyrannical, but he died to save us. 

I thought about Leo. He actually hadn't died and had returned a few months later after retrieving Calypso. We were all pretty pissed when we found out he'd survived and didn't tell us. 

I felt Jasper take my hand and squeeze it. 

"He'll be okay." He assured me. 

"90% of half-bloods don't make it to adulthood." I said. 

"I know." Jasper said with a sad undertone. A few years ago, his sister Arabelle had died valiantly in battle. She had joined the Hunters of Artemis and became a top lieutenant. She had died saving a demigod's life. 

"But it's different now. More demigods are surviving and the two camps have never been more united, and monster attacks are becoming more rare." Jasper continued. "And I know he'll be strong enough to face whatever challenges come his way." 

I nodded. "You're right." 

Jasper kissed my forehead. 

"Come on, we're going to be late to the Argo II reunion." 

Look I didn't ask to be a Half-Blood. But if I had to choose between this life and a normal human life. There was no competition. 

Being a Half-Blood wasn't all that bad.

THE END