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Summary: At 21 Percy is visited by the fates and told that he had exceeded the limits of his demigod body. He becomes something between a god and a demigod. Immortal but unbound by ancient laws, essentially a domainless deity.

Chapter 1

Percy Jackson is an exceptional demigod. Even before he was 16 he accomplished things on par with legends. Beating the minotaur, traveling through the underworld, defeating Ares, traveling through the sea of monsters, escaping Circe, retreiving the golden fleece from Polyphemus, holding the weight of the sky, navigating through the labyrinth, trapping Hyperion, and defending manhattan from Kronos and his army of monsters. Then after less than a year him and 6 others have to fight Gaia herself.

Even after thousands of years of siring mortal children not one of them could compare to the natural power held by Poseidon youngest son. And even with all the natural talent Percy constantly trained. He felt the need to constantly get better. At camp he was seen as a living legend, an unreachable goal to strive towards. Even amongst those who'd known him since the beginning, he was an enigma. In one word Percy Jackson was special. The most powerful demigod ever, yet arguably the most humble, loyal, and caring.

After the war with Gaia the 7 were all offered godhood and unsurprisingly Percy denied the offer and used his request to honor the minor gods and their children, amongst other things. The only surprise was when Annabeth accepted her mother's offer and was made the minor goddess of architecture. After her acceptance it was obvious Percy was distraught but he smiled through the pain and congratulated his friends on their ascension to godhood.

It was then that Percy truly threw himself into training. He never expected to be left behind by his friends, but now he was the only one left that could keep camp safe. And for years things went smoothly for the Greco-Romans.

TIMESKIP (PERCY IS 21)

(Percy pov)

As I watch several new campers spar with dulled training swords, I walked between correcting mistakes in their stance, grip, and form. Eventually time runs out for my last class of the day and I send everyone back to their cabins. I hear someone walk through the entrance to the arena and turn to see my old friend Nico. He's grown a couple inches since I've last seen him and he's obviously filled out a lot since the war.

He jokingly says, "beginner sword fighting, really perce? Thought you were better than that."

I laugh and agree, "yea but Chiron insists I'm the man for the job so… here I am."

We walk towards the woods and catch up a little while waiting for dinner to start. Apparently Nico's been down in the underworld with his dad helping oversee the punishment of evil souls and learning to use his powers over the dead and shadows better.

After dinner we part ways and I head towards the beach. Everyday after the campfire I come here to work on my water manipulation. For hours I hold up as much water as I can and slowly pick up more and more until I can't handle it anymore. For the last couple weeks though, I hadn't been making much progress. For some reason it felt as if my powers had plateaued. It was the same for everything else too, my earthquake abilities, speed, and strength had all stayed the same even though I trained as hard as I could. Soon I felt the familiar feeling of exhaustion begin to overwhelm me. I refused to give up though and through the pain I managed to lift even more water. It suddenly felt like a weight was lifted off of me, like I suddenly had far more power to draw from. I doubled my previous best with ease! I was excited for my breakthrough until my body started to feel hot. As if I'd eaten too much ambrosia. I dropped the water and tried to make it back to my cabin, but after just a few steps everything went black.

As I open my eyes I realized that everything was black. So naturally, I start walking… hoping for the best. After what seemed like an eternity of walking I hear something behind me so I spin around to see a familiar sight.

"Of course it's these old ladies again"

There stood the fates, Clotho, Atropos, and Lachesis.

"Hello Mr. Jackson", they spoke in unison. "You shouldn't have done that" After I ask why not they continue, "Demigod bodies are only made to channel a fraction of a gods power, no halfblood has ever exceeded one half of their parents overall power until you. Now you get to make a choice. Either you die now, burnt to death by godly energy, or you can swear an oath upon the river styx that you'll obey one command from us in the future"After asking what I'd get in return they say, "You get to live. You've broken the barrier between mortality and divinity and without godly interference your body won't be able to make the transition. We'll help you along in exchange for your oath." It didn't take much thought to make my decision. Between life and death there's only one good option so I say, "I swear on the river styx to obey one command from the fates as long as I don't have to hurt any of my friends or betray Olympus." They all smile at me creepily and say, "Good choice. Now sleep Mr. Jackson. We suspect this will be very painful."

Then once again, everything went black.

A/N: this is my first fanfic so I'm just gonna see where this goes. Expect frequent updates, but don't get upset if I go MIA for a little bit. Yea Percy is getting a pretty significant power up but I plan to introduce some powerful enemies to knock him around after a couple chapters. Pls leave a review as I definitely need some feedback on my writing style, and I'm likely to take reviewer input for grammar, flow, or even plot ideas.