Hi GUYS!

I know I should probably be getting onto my other story, but this was stuck in my head and I couldn't get it out.

"The Mistake" should be updated by next week (hopefully, high school loves to mess with my life)

I hope you guys like it! Please please, always remember to review and tell me what you think and how I can make things better, I wouldn't write without feedback!

Now, last thing: I definitely almost never do percabeth, even though I ship it. I mean, they are cute and everything, but sooo many people do it that it's just... Ugh!

This would have been a Thalico but I thought it would be way too OOC, (even thought this is ooc and AU, but... let's ignore that, shall we?

Disclaimers and Summary:

I do not, and will not, ever own PJATO, or the HOO Series. I love them but, that's never gonna happen *holds back sob*

Summary: After the war- Everyone is trying to leave the war and get on with their lives to escape the trauma . Closure was all everyone wanted. All except one. No one realized some things would be hard to let go of and leave behind. So many things came out of the Doors of Death, and Thanatos has had trouble collecting all escaped souls. But one slipped through his fingers. One soul will come back that will rock Hazel's world. What will be her choice?

Warning: This is OOC, at the first few chapters at least. A little frank bashing, but not really.

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Hazel's POV

Silence. Silence was all that could be heard. It wasn't the regular silence that filled the pauses in talking, or the quiet that delicately blanketed the bedroom of a sleeping child. It was the silence, the stillness that choked all in the presence of it. It was the soundless screams that made its victims flinch. It was the silence that encompassed all silences, much more than a simple result of a shut up.

No one spoke as the thuds and cries of the war ended. No one moved after the last blows of celestial bronze and Imperial Gold swords and daggers left the golden dust of giants' remains in our shoes. It was all over, a weight was supposed to be lifted from my shoulders, from the shoulders of all the war-weary demigods. But the silence pressed down.

The gods (meaning Apollo) healed our injuries, and soon left for Olympus, and flashed us to the empire state building.

None of us, -the seven- spoke as we walked the elegant path of Olympus to the throne room. The nymphs, the muses, even the minor gods and goddesses stared unabashedly at us. Our clothes were tattered, our faces scratched, our hearts open, our minds distant. We slowly trudged to the Olympian throne room, where the gods told us to wait.

I looked at my fellow quest members. Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase had hands linked together in a vice-like grip. Their faces were weary, and the light twinkle that used to reside in Percy's eyes, the twinkle that I was used to, was gone. The eyes that used to be full of mirth and wittiness no one saw had been quenched with a grave seriousness that seemed to be plastered to his face. After they got back from Tartarus, they weren't the same, and depended on each other for everything. They never left each other's sight, and they resembled scared lost puppies. It saddened me to see my good friends like this, and I briefly remembered back when we were joking on the Argo 2, but the memories came with great pain, the reminder of him with us, before he died... I looked away from them and focused on Piper McLean and Jason.

Even though Piper still looked beautiful, I could see what was wrong. Her kaleidoscope eyes were red-rimmed and distant, like they were journeying away from her body. She looked dead on her feet, and clung to Jason like he was a life raft in the middle of the ocean. Jason didn't look much better. His Roman confidence and leadership had been replaced by a shield of vulnerability. He tried to hide it with the same confidence that seemed to radiate from him before the war, but his cover-up wasn't working. Even the greatest could fall. Jason held one arm around Piper's waist, and his idle hand shook slightly at his side. His hand didn't shake with determination, but an unsteady trepidation, nerves pouring out slowly from the war, and the constant Roman need to save emotions for later.

I wrenched my eyes from them and turned to Leo Valdez. His happy demeanor that I was accustomed with was gone, and replaced with a stable nervousness. Although he was quiet, his hands still twitched at his side, just how they used to when he had his hands in his pockets, fiddling with bolts and screws. He was so happy back then, with his hair full of grease and his mouth always running. He still reminded me of Sammy, so so much. Even now, after all we've been through, I can still see Sammy in him. After all, he is Sammy's Great-grandson. I finally rested my eyes on the person I was most confused about.

Frank walked, or more like stumbled, forward at the back of our clustered group. His eyes were fixated on the floor, and his feet shuffled on the mosaic tiles. My feelings for him had grown exponentially. I knew he was there for me, like I was there for him. His stick still resided in my coat pocket. I could honestly say I loved him now, even if I was only 14. I looked at him for a long moment, and finally his chocolate brown eyes caught mine. His brown eyes were so heavily burdened with grief and distress, like he was holding an invisible weight that he could not shake off. I wanted to make him feel better, to comfort him, to bring his out of his deep thoughts that were guarded from the world, but I didn't know how. His brown eyes were filled with distrust, but I didn't know with what, or how. He turned away and began looking onward again, back straight and expression unreadable.

Before I knew it, we reached the throne room. I had never seen it before, and with the mood in the air I didn't enjoy the majesty that is Olympus. The throne room was huge, and was ornate with Greek columns, and sculpted animals in the walls. Looking closer, I realized these were the sacred animals of every Olympian. Doves flew with owls and eagles, and horses, peacocks, and boars trotted below. The actual thrones reflected their Personalities and domains of power. Zeus and Hera's thrones had similar traits, but they were both different, with Zeus having thunder and Hera Married couples, lotuses, and peacocks. The rest of the gods were all different in thrones. All the thrones looked comfortable in their own ways, but none of the gods were slouching in them, not even Apollo or Hermes.

The gods faces remained stoic, but their eyes showed intense worry and anxiety. Even Zeus's eyes held a bit of nervousness, especially on our parents, respectively.

We were all in the center of the gods, and 13 eyes bore into us. Hestia, seeing our appearance and attitudes, kept quiet and turned to the hearth. Hades' eyes bore through me.

Zeus spoke up. "We are here to honor the seven demigods who valiantly led all our children in battle and victory."

I had a feeling this would happen. The gods were trying to reward us for serving in a battle that left us with scarring memories. When I heard Percy first turned down godhood, I was amazed, but now I know why.

"Your parents and the rest of the council have come to a decision. " He paused, dramatically, as if he were telling a secret. "We have decided to offer you all godhood, if you will accept it" He shot a quick glance at Percy.

He continued. "Your parents have also given you each a separate gift for your service. They will now give you your two gifts."

"Jason Grace, son of Jupiter. Will you accept godhood?"

Jason, at that moment, looked like a cloud that had drifted too far from its home. Looking towards the ground, he twitched, as if tasered, and croaked, "Sure."

Zeus smiled softly. "My gift to you, son, is this lightning bolt. Use it well." Zeus tossed an electric blue bolt to Jason, who surprisingly caught it.

The council laid their hands on Jason, and he began to glow. The glow subsided, and Jason was taller and had gained muscle.

The gods said in unison, "All Had Jason Grace, god of air currents, clouds, and courage." We all bowed in respect. He stepped back and grabbed Pipers hand.

Aphrodite-Piper's mom- spoke up next. "Dearest Piper, will you accept godhood?" She looked like she already knew the answer, and her mascara was running a little from an escaped tear. She had a smile on her face.

Piper said quietly, "Yes" Venu-Aphrodite already knew and walked over, giving her a hug.

They went through the same process for Piper, and she became the goddess of Compassion, Devotion, and trust.

"My gift to you, Piper, Is an immortal dove." A white majestic bird flew in from the window and rested on Piper's outstretched hand.

"Leo, will you become a god?" Hephaestus's voice rumbled like storm clouds over the throne room.

Leo was fiddling with some nuts and bolts in his hands, and said, "I can't" quieter than I ever heard him. I was so confused. Why wouldn't he go with his best friends? Piper and Jason looked shocked. Piper grabbed Jason's hand a little tighter.

"Well," Hephaestus stroked his beard. "My gift to you is a forge, it's located where your mom's tool shop used to be. Only you and the people you want in can access it, and its indestructible. "

Leo's eyes were shining. His whispered, "Thank you," seemed to speak volumes to Hephaestus.

"No problem, my boy."

"Perseus Jackson and Annabeth Chase," Athena and Poseidon both spoke. All gods were alert now, and the two heroes stood in front of their respective parent.

"We understand that you will not accept godhood without Annabeth," Poseidon said to Percy.

Athena started. "Not only do we fully accept your dating,"

Poseidon finished her sentence. "We are willing to give you a shared palace and put you on the Olympian Council."

They finished together. "Will you accept immortality?"

Percy and Annabeth looked at each other. I could see years of love, battle, and fear flash through their eyes. They had already answered without even talking.

They linked hands again, and said, "No."

Athena and Poseidon looked only a little shocked, but nodded.

"Annabeth, my gifts to you are these scrolls. They are blueprints from Daedalus. Use them wisely." Annabeth accepted then silently, and gave her mother a small thank you.

"Perseus, my gift to you is in your room at your mother's house. It will make sense once you get there. And also" Poseidon gave Percy a blue envelope. "Read this later."

Percy nodded and thanked his dad.

"Hazel Levesque, Daughter of Pluto." I feared this moment. I walked up to Pluto slowly.

"Daughter, will you be immortal?" Pluto never went for small talk, or endearments. I couldn't help but think of how he felt when talking to Hades.

I thought for a moment. I was already displaced in time. Would I really want to be displaced for all eternity?

I looked up into Hades' black eyes and said, "No sir, I can't live eternity like this." He looked down at me, and I saw a flicker of worry pass over his face. In a second, it was gone.

Hades nodded, and said, "My first gift to you is lifting your curse, you will be able to summon jewels, but they won't kill the others who touch it."

I was relieved. With how nervous and jumpy I'd been lately, gems had been popping up everywhere.

"My second gift to you is a saddle made of indestructible metals for Arion." A pitch-black saddle appeared from nowhere. Surprisingly, it was light and felt soft under my fingers.

"Thank you, sir."

"Call me father." A rare smile flitted across his face.

I stepped back and stood next to Frank. I needed him to look at me, to acknowledge me, or even smile. He glanced at me from his peripheral vision, and then looked on.

"Last but not least, Frank Zhang, son of Mars." Ares almost sounded solemn.

Frank stepped up. I could hear a bit of smug satisfaction in Ares' voice.

"Will you accept godhood?"

I knew he wouldn't. It wasn't like him to. All the gods made him nervous, especially his father. My heart was pounding now because I was so in love with him that even him thinking of godhood made me want to cry.

So you can imagine my heart stopped when I heard him say yes.

A/N Done! Now hit those little review buttons and tell me what you think!