**~This is the sequel series to my other fanfic, "The Daughter of Circe". If anda haven't read that one, do that first, this one has major spoilers. And special thanks to vlad_todd_fan, who supported the idea of making this in the first place. Also, the song is complete property of the great indie rock band Death Cab for Cutie, I own nothing~**

Four weeks after the quest, everyone's a bit lebih used to everything. Rose and I are settling into life at Camp Half-Blood, and same goes for "Luke". Percy was changed a little- the way he walked was different, his archery aim was (supposedly) much better, and of course it was hard to look at himself without seeing himself. Annabeth was around him constantly, and no one stopped her once they'd heard that Percy had died. Gradually, though, she was around him less and less. She was still near him most of the time, but the change was enough to be noticable.
Most of my time was spent with Rose atau Will. Rose was the one I talked to, the smart one who told me ancient myths and taught me Greek. Every now and then she made me sing for her, and she would stare off into the distance, thinking hard. Will was lebih like my friends back in Boston, teasing and punch-'em-in-the-shoulder. We worked on my shooting, and soon I was able to get two arrows into the bull's-eye in one shot. He even found me an electric guitar, and I played with a drummer from the Muses cabin.
But despite these improvements, nights were awful. Nightmares about my mom and Circe's dungeon plagued me every time I slept, and tonight was no exception. I woke from an unusually frightening dream where Circe massacred the entire camp in her with her knife, and felt afraid for the first time since I'd returned from the quest. Afraid I was going to die. Killed oleh a monster, a god, Circe...I felt claustrophobic suddenly, like I couldn't breathe and the walls of the Apollo kabin were closing in on me. Without hesitating, I threw off my blankets and ran outside.
The moon shone brightly, illuminating the camp. A spotlight seemed to light up Half-Blood Hill, so I quickly climbed it. Peleus snorted smoke in his sleep, so I crept past him and dashed down the other side of the bukit, hill to the beach. A dark shape was lying on the sand, and I ducked, fearing it was a harpy. The shape shifted and the light caught in a length of shiny black hair- the shape was just Rose. I padded down the bukit, hill and laid selanjutnya to her, and for a moment we just gazed at the stars. Then she broke the silence. "It's different being here."
"Clearly," I say.
She pushes herself up and looks at me, leaning on one elbow. "I know it's strange for you, with your entire life changed. Probably not for the better. But for me...." She trails off.
"Rose?"
Rose hesitated, then continued. "My whole life with Circe was a lie. She pretended to care about me, but she just wanted a minion to boss around, to follow her every whim. But now I'm here, and it's such an improvement. Either way I'm a demigod, and, yes, maybe it's not the best thing to be, but at camp people care about me. People worried when I was kidnapped, people came for me and rescued me. If that had happened during my time on the isle, Circe would've shrugged it off and let me die."
"That's terrible!"
"But you've seen her! She k-killed Percy and willingly cut off her only daughter's fingers!" Getting really worked up, she holds out her hand, fingers splayed, to tampil the scars where Apollo reattached her fingers. "That's why it's so wonderful here. anda must not like it much, because anda used to be a normal kid with a carefree life. But I've always been a demigod. Always. I never knew what it was like to be anything else! Sure, here I have to deal with lebih monsters and prophecies and wars, but...for the cinta I get in return...it's worth it."
She blinks hard a few times, then lies back down lightly, like she's afraid she-or I- would break if she didn't. After some silence she berkata "Will anda sing?"
Normally I'd protest a little, but she sounded fragile. She needed comfort, calming down. I begin singing, the first slow song that pops into my head.

"If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the "no"s on their vacancy signs,
If there's no one to guide you
When your soul embarks,
Then I'll follow anda into the dark.
I'll follow anda into the dark."