Hi! This is my first fanfic here, so please correct me if I do something wrong. And please review if you can! I don't mind critical reviews, just please don't use overly rude (vulgarities) words. :)

Note: I do not own Percy Jackson, or any of the characters. It belongs to Rick Riordan.

(I changed part of the book so Percy can be a god. And I would recommend reading the Last Olympian before reading this, or it probably won't make sense.)

Chapter 1

I sat down in my seat.

The war has ended. We have won.

And I hated to admit it, but we had Perseus Jackson to thank for that.

After the last Olympian (Hera) had fixed her once-burnt throne with a snap of her fingers, Zeus cleared his throat and began speaking.

"Olympians and Demigods," he thundered, "We have fought bravely. Especially the gods. We have..." He went on and on. Honestly, I found it completely irrelevant. But as the Goddess of Wisdom, I knew when to hold my tongue and speak at correct times.

Perseus Jackson whispered something to my daughter. She rolled her eyes, then both of them laughed quietly.

I froze them with a look. They awkwardly let go of each others' hands and stepped away a little, standing stiffly.

The heroes were called forward, one by one. I honestly did not feel too obligated to pay attention, until it was my daughter's turn.

"Annabeth Chase," I called. "My own daughter."

Annabeth squeezed Percy's hand - of which I most certainly did not approve - then walked forward, kneeling at my feet.

I smiled, trying not to show my pride for her.

"You, my daughter, have exceeded all expectations. You have used your wits, your strength, and your courage to defend this city, and our seat of power. It has come to our attention that Olympus is... Well, trashed. The Titan lord did much damage that will have to be repaired. We could rebuild it with magic, of course, and make it just as it was. But the gods feel that the city could be improved. And you, my daughter, will design these improvements."

Annabeth looked up, stunned. "My... My lady?"

I smiled wryly. "You are an architect, are you not? You have studied the techniques of Daedalus himself. Who better redesign Olympus and make it a monument that will last for another eon?"

"You mean... I can design whatever I want?"

"As your heart desires." I said, smiling slightly. "Make us a city for the ages."

"As long as you have plenty of statues of me." Apollo added after I finished.

"And me." Aphrodite agreed.

"Hey, and me!" Ares said. I rolled my eyes. "Big statues with huge wicked swords and-"

"All right!" I interrupted. "She gets the point." I turned back towards Annabeth. "Rise, my daughter, official architect of Olympus."

Annabeth rose, her eyes unfocused, and walked back to Perseus.

They exchanged words.

"PERCY JACKSON!" Poseidon announced.

Everyone fell silent. I could hear the hearth fire crackling. I turned my gaze to Perseus Jackson.

I ignored the words exchanged by Percy and his father, gazing at my daughter. Our grey eyes met.

We had a silent conversation. It went something like this:

Me: Why is it you are so fond of him?

Annabeth: We have been through this so many times, mother. I love him and that is all.

Me: My daughter. It is simply foolish of you.

I looked away, just as Zeus is saying, "...shall be made a god. Immortal. Undying. You shall serve as your father's lieutenant for all time."

I exhaled slowly. A GOD?!

Then I realised.

He would stop dating my daughter if he were one.

I knew I was being unfair to my daughter. But the head should always rule over the heart. And dating a son of my rival?

Perseus stared at Zeus, unblinking. "Um... A god?"

Zeus rolled his eyes. "A dimwitted god, apparently." I smiled a little at that. "But yes." He continued. "With the consensus of the entire Council, I can make you immortal. Then I will have to put up with you for ever."

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

I didn't want to agree with Ares on something, but I still said, "I approve of this as well." I glanced at Annabeth. Her face was pale.

"Yes." Perseus said.

Annabeth breathed in sharply. Choking back a sob. She turned, and ran out of the room.

As the door slammed behind her, I heard a strangled sob.

My thoughts drifted away from this.

Was it right to make Perseus a god? Was it right to break my daughter's heart? For what I thought was for her own good?

I may be Athena, the goddess of wisdom, but for once, I'm not sure of myself.

Perhaps I can object to this before he becomes a god.

I raised my hand.

Zeus looked shocked. "Ah, so Athena has volunteered to train Perseus Jackson in the ways of being a god."

Oh. No.

"Father-" I began, but he cut me off.

"Training begins tomorrow. Six in the morning. The Council shall adjourn." He got up from his seat, and the Council was over.

I was stuck with training Perseus Jackson for the next few months, maybe years.