Epilogue AMANDA TRYS Using my crazy idea, we performed the spell, and exiled the sky. “Wow,” Luna said as she looked up at the constellations. “It’s not the sky, but it’s.. Space. And now no one has to hold the sky up anymore!” Reyna nodded. “One line still bothers me, though. We never had to request the blessing of Kymopoleia.” “You never had to,” a voice called out. “Kymopoleia,” Reyna said as we all bowed. “Yes,” the goddess said. “I gave you the prophecy. I only added that line to see if you knew who I was. Irresponsible, yes, but you made it.” “Heroes!” Artemis called as we entered the camp. Luna dove headfirst into her mother’s lap. “Thalia,” she sobbed. “Thalia’s dead.” “I know, Luna. She understood the sacrifice. And now you have to too. Because now, you will be lieutenant.” “Yes. I understand, Artemis,” Luna said as she rose with a more determined look. The goddess smiled. “I know you four will do a good job protecting the Hunt.”
