The Children of the Childless Godesses

3rd Person
The war had been over 3 years.

Percy was now 20 years old, and he and Annabeth were still together. He sat by the edge of the pier, the seawater lapping at his feet.

Annabeth walked up behind him, beautiful as ever. He smiled automatically at the sight of her, remembering everything they'd been through and survived.

"Hey Seaweed Brain." She smiled. her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her grey eyes were sparkling. All she was wearing was her usual Camp Half-Blood T-shirt and jeans, with her Drakon Bone sword strapped to her side, but to Percy she was always beautiful no matter what.

He stood up and kissed her, before grabbing her hand. "Hey, I wanted to show you something."

He lead her into the forest, and soon they came to a clearing. He stopped just behind a huge tree and turned to Annabeth, holding both her hands

"Stay here for a second, okay?"

"Why?"

"Just trust me."

She nodded. If there was one thing they had between them, it was trust. Percy went to stand in the center of the clearing, grabbing the red roses he'd put there earlier.

"Annabeth," He called "Could you come here, Wise Girl?"

She walked around the tree- and stopped, gasping. He had laid it all out already- there were candles in a line from the edge of the clearing to him, and there were owls in the trees around them.

Annabeth walked up to him, smiling.

"Let me guess." She said "You're gonna-" She had looked round the clearing in happiness once more, and turned back to find Percy, the roses one the ground by her feet- and Percy on one knee, with a little grey box balancing on his knee, supported by his hand.

"Annabeth Chase, will you marry me?"

"yes."