EPILOGUE:

IF IT'S NOT HAPPY IT'S NOT OVER

The months passed and Helen and Michael were wed. I could see a look of disgust in Silas' eyes as he stood as a groomsman. Diana and Paul were still in remorse and shock with in a time span of three years their step-sister had died their father murdered by their new step-father and their mother getting married again. I don't know how they were doing it but they were. I could tell Paul had the goal of living my name out and stronger than I did. But the trouble with that is it leads to pain and sorrow that you can't get out of. I knew Remus was watching with a bitter heart but a faithful heart. He'd keep in contact with Helen to make her feel beautiful. Make her the Helen I was blessed to have and know. Helen smiled and now that all her children were older she began to feel separated from them. I knew once she had grandchildren to fuss over she'd be alright.

The times passed and Silas graduated college. Upon his graduation he got involved in an archeology firm and a few years later became a head of that archeology firm. In his first few years he ruffled a few feathers with a ludicrous idea that he became known world wide for an deranged idea that Nike of Samothrace, was the Greek goddess, Athena. All I could figure was that when he saw me dead he pictured Winged Victory. He never proved it but he always believed in it knowing that he was going to find his answer sometime soon.

Well when Silas was 25 he married, 23 year old Isis. It was a beautiful wedding and I saw the happiness in their eyes and knew I had accomplished my duty. I wanted the two of them to be happy. And I knew they'd do so well together. Isis had become beautiful and a very successful lawyer. THE SUIT! I always told her she looked like a lawyer in her suit with the curls and blue blouse! Well I'll be damned that it actually happened! The fates surprised me when they allowed Isis to become pregnant with her first child. It happened right around the time when my Jethena was turning one. I was tired from arguing with Hermes the night before and slept in when Silas' baby was born. And I never bothered to go see the baby, oops, my bad! Then a few years later, I had watched Silas at a press conference. Hera said it was rather interesting. So I stopped on by the television room and watched.

Silas stepped up on to the podium. He looked so different, yet his eyes shone with the wisdom he possessed as my mentor all my childhood.

He lowered the microphone, "Thank you everyone for coming this afternoon on short notice. We, here at R.R.M. Archeological Firm, have made a great discovery. This past week in a dig around the city of Athens, we discovered the missing head of the statue, Winged Victory, Nike of Samothrace. The head, once matched up with painting and other statues of the period, clearly depicts, the Greek Goddess Athena was the figure being sculpted." This started everyone on a frenzy. Silas was always starting things like that! This time he out did himself!

Then the one reporter suddenly spoke up and asked, " Professor Thompson, one question, you, yourself, have always believed that without evidence. How did you know?"

"I've had enough experiences with the supernatural realm to know what's a good theory. It's a sixth sense I had about the whole matter." Silas responded. His answers still simple yet deep and accurate.

Another reporter started to question Silas, "Professor Thompson, many people would say that that sixth sense, isn't a reality it's a response to your sister, Athena's death."

"I've heard that theory," Silas started as he cut the guy off. He didn't want this to go any farther without complete understanding, "The idea I've always toyed with was in looking back to the day my sister died she reminded me of the statue, so maybe only part of that is true." Silas smiled then closing off like a gentleman, "Thank - you, I must be going." He stepped down and was confronted by Isis.

"Athena, told you." She whispered as she held a pretty little girl on her hip.

"No, the dying goddess, had nothing to do with it. Her body did though."

"So the theory?" Isis started.

"Oh yeah, I knew when I saw Athena's dead body." Silas said. Then as he picked up his daughter he changed his tone of voice. "Hey baby girl, yeah you're hearing your name so much, aren't you? Aren't you? You saying, 'why's all these peoples saying my name?' yeah baby Athena." He kissed her and my heart smiled he named her Athena! Oh my god, how cliché! That's alright though. I smiled at my niece but my niece wasn't aware her dead aunt was watching and guarding her. I swear on my divinity she will not be a dying goddess. It is not understandable or forgivable to others. In addition only a few can bear the title of a dying goddess without faking it. Little Athena wasn't the dying goddess type. She'd always be loved deeply. She was beautiful and a beautiful perfection. I was, well I was a beautiful disaster. It wasn’t until a tragic death of a goddess did I feel loved. I knew that with little Jethena, I would always be loved in return.