Summary: What if Percy Jackson had taken the gods' offer to make him immortal? How would the world be different if he had left Camp Half Blood to become a god?

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Chapter 1: I Obtain (and lose) Golden Blood


This next section is in Percy's POV


At first, I could not believe what I was hearing. I was kind of busy staring at Annabeth, admiring her battle-scarred, yet beautiful, face. Sure, her clothes were kind of torn and burnt, her hair was messed up, but she still looked lovely to me.

We had just defeated Kronos (who was actually in Luke's body), and the Olympians had just returned to Olympus. My brother, Tyson, was named General of the Cyclopes. I would have paid to see the look on all the gods' faces when he asked for a "stick" as a weapon. Nonetheless, he was presented a finely made club.

As for Annabeth, she was named the official architect for the new Olympus. Her cheeks were still flushed from the excitement, and I could pretty much see gears turning in her head, already planning things.

Grover was given a spot in the Council of Cloven Elders, and he fainted on the spot. It was a life-long dream for him, and I was happy for my goat buddy (don't tell him I called him a goat).

Oh yeah. Anyways, back to what I was saying. I was pretty much blanked out as I walked up to my dad, expecting a pat on the shoulder for saving the world. But instead, I was asked to become an immortal so I could be my father's commander in chief.

It's as bogus as it sounds. Before, I was debating on whether or not to treat my fellow victors to ice cream or donuts, but now I had a bigger dilemma.

Hey kid! Thanks for saving the world! Now we'd like to turn you into a god to further mess up your life!

Great. I could become a god and be immortal forever, or stay a demigod and be happy with my friends. It was really tempting to say yes. I would never die. I would be with my father and I could smash Ares and the other gods I didn't like to pieces. Did I mention that I would be immortal?

Immortality. Wow. Just wow. I really wanted to say yes, but there was so much that I would leave behind. I couldn't just leave Annabeth behind. She would grow old and die, while I would live forever (unless Ares threw me into Tartarus). I was looking forward to getting to know her better after this war…

I couldn't leave Grover and the other campers behind either. I loved Camp Half Blood. It was my home away from home. There were so many good memories that I had there.

But if I accepted the gods' gift, I would be able to protect my friends better. Assuming my father let me venture down and play with my friends. That wouldn't be very commander-in-chief of me.

My mother probably wouldn't worry as much about me getting hurt if I were immortal as well.

This situation was looking very good.

"Well? Percy?" Poseidon prompted me for an answer.

"Uh," I stammered. Great gods this was hard. "Can I get back to you tomorrow?"

"You have another thirty seconds," Ares warned me, "otherwise we'll just give you a stick of cotton candy and a balloon."

Well that sounded better than deciding whether to be a god or not.

I looked back toward my friends. Grover was still on the ground, passed out, so he would be no help at all. Annabeth refused to meet my eye. I stared at her a little longer, and she looked up and I saw fear flash in her eyes. But the look hardened and she glared back at me. I felt a pain in my chest and I had to look away. Believe me, if you've tried to stare Annabeth down, you'd have nightmares of people with gray eyes holding bloody knives.

I tried to catch her eye again, but she pointedly crossed her arms and stuck her nose in the air. I felt Athena's cold eyes trained on the back of my head. Like mother like daughter.

"Five seconds…" Ares grinned wickedly. "Last chance. If you accept our gift, you'll be beaten to a pulp by me every day. Isn't that great?"

"Wonderful," I muttered. He wasn't really helping.

In the corner next to Hades, I saw three old ladies, the Fates, huddled near each other. I saw my life flash before my eyes. In my vision, a teenager was fighting monsters. The image changed to an older looking guy holding hands with a girl with blonde hair. The picture morphed again, and the two were dressed formally at a wedding. The couple aged, and they were now laughing happily with two kids bounding around them. The last scene showed the blonde girl, now an old woman with white hair, sitting on a bench sobbing and holding a picture of her husband. Beside her was a gravestone.

This was my life. Was I willing to give it up?


This next section is in Annabeth's POV.


"I can't believe he said yes!" I shouted as I ran out of the Empire State Building. "The fool! The nerve he has!"

"Hey, Annabeth, wait!" Grover bleated after me, his hooves clacking lightly against the pavement. "It's not his fault."

I whirled around and glared at Grover.

"U-uh. N-no. I-I meant it's his fault. Definitely his fault!" Grover stuttered.

"I can't believe he'd pick immortality over me!"

"Annabeth, you know he loves you very much."

Huh. Yeah right. "If he does, why isn't he running out after me? Why didn't he choose to stay mortal?"

"Well you did take your knife and stab him right after they turned him into a god…"

I glared at Grover. Ok, it was true. I lost my temper and drove my dagger straight into Percy's chest right after he was turned into a god. Golden ichor gushed out of the wound and I was disappointed that he didn't die right away.

Screw him. Screw Percy Jackson and his brain full of seaweed and nonsense. If he didn't want me in his life, then I would ignore him as well. I didn't need him.

"Uh. Annabeth," Grover called after me uncertainly. I was on the other side of the street and Grover was still lingering around the edge of the Empire State Building.

"You can stay with your beloved god, Percy Jackson. I'm going to go look for campers that might be hurt." With a huff, I stomped off away from Grover.

I wandered around until I found a tiny donut shop that had escaped damage from the battle. Inside, I saw Thalia, my friend who was a Hunter of Artemis, sitting alone eating a donut while drinking apple juice.

"Hey," I greeted her. I slid into the chair across from her and surveyed the store. The floor was dusty and cracked, and many of the lights had gone out. Yet, the store manager was up and about with business, even though Thalia and I were the only customers. The other mortals that had been in a deep sleep during the battle had woken up and were dazed at the destruction of their city. I wondered what silly story they would make up for this. Mortals could not see through the Mist, the silvery veil that separated our world from theirs. They could believe anything but the truth.

Thalia grunted a greeting at me and bit into her donut. Apollo had healed her legs that were crushed by the statue of Hera. For some reason, Hera had something against me. I didn't like her much either. She set intestinally challenged cows out after me. I had to be careful where I stepped.

I ordered a glazed donut and then looked through my pockets for ambrosia, the food of the gods. In small doses, it could heal demigods. If we ate too much of it, it could kill us.

"Want some ambrosia? I've got some in my pack," Thalia mumbled around a mouthful of food. She tossed a square at me and I bit a piece off. My wounds started to disappear slightly, and the aching from my left arm seemed to vanish.

"So what happened?" Thalia asked me. "I came out here to get some fresh air. I couldn't stand staying in the throne room. I think Hera was shooting daggers at me with her eyes." She sighed heavily. "Gods, I wonder what I did to make her mad."

"Well," I said hesitantly, trying to contain my anger. "Guess which god is now Poseidon's new commander-in-chief."

"Who?"

"Percy Jackson."


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