Hi guys! This story is kind of an alternate ending. It picks up from the throne room scene in The Last Olympian. Please review!

Percy's POV

'PERCY JACKSON!' Poseidon announced. My name echoed around the chamber.

All talking died down. The room was silent except for the crackle of the hearth fire. Everyone's eyes were on me – all the gods, the demigods, the Cyclopes, the spirits. I walked into the middle of the throne room. Hestia smiled at me reassuringly. She was in the form of a girl now, and she seemed happy and content to be sitting by her fire again. Her smile gave me the courage to keep walking.

First I bowed to Zeus. Then I knelt at my father's feet.

'Rise, my son," Poseidon said.

I stood uneasily.

'A great hero must be rewarded,' Poseidon said. 'Is there anyone here who would deny that my son is deserving?'

I waited for someone to pipe up. The gods never agreed on anything, and many of them still didn't like me, but not a single one protested.

'The council agrees,' Zeus said. 'Percy Jackson, you will have one gift from the gods.'

I hesitated. 'Any gift?'

Zeus nodded grimly. 'I know what you will ask. The greatest gift of all. Yes, if you want it, it shall be yours. The gods have not bestowed this gift on a mortal hero in many centuries, but Perseus Jackson – if you wish it, you shall be made a god. Immortal. Undying. You shall serve as your father's lieutenant for all time.'

I stared at him, stunned. 'Um…a god?"

Zeus rolled his eyes. 'A dim-witted god, apparently. But yes. With the consensus of the entire council, I can make you immortal. Then I will have to put up with you forever.'

'Hmm,' Ares mused. 'That means I can smash him to a pulp as often as I want, and he'll just keep coming back for more. I like this idea.'

'I approve as well,' Athena said.

The entire throne room was silent.

'Yes,' I said at last. 'I accept.'

Poseidon rose from his throne. 'The council has decided. Now, my son, I name you Perseus, god of storms.'

The room was filled with a dazzling blue-green light. My entire body felt like it was on fire. Then the light faded.

I looked down at myself. It was still me, just normal Percy Jackson. But inside…everything had changed. I could feel power buzzing inside me, filling me up, lifting me off my feet.

I looked down and gasped.

Without realizing it, I was hovering three meters above the ground.

Everyone in the crowd applauded.

'ALL HAIL PERSEUS!'

Slowly, I floated back to the ground, and was swarmed by all my friends. Thalia, Nico, Grover, and all the surviving campers.

'Silence!' Zeus shouted, although he didn't sound all that angry. Nevertheless, everyone was quiet.

'Perseus,' he addressed me, 'you may choose to build your palace anywhere on Olympus. We will have our best architects design it.'

I nodded, still dazed. I stumbled out of the throne room, the applause ringing in my ears.

What do you think? Please review and let me know!

Of course, it's not going to be a cakewalk for this god, is it? There's problems with Annabeth, the rivalry with Triton…oh, there's plenty in store for Perseus, alright!