Hey guys! Well, it's been quite a while since I've written something, so I somehow missed writing. Anyway, here are we, I suppose. Please, keep me updated about the quality of my English, as it is not my mother language, and any reasonable critics will be welcome!

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and The Olympians nor anything related.

A/N: This entire story is on Percy's P.O.V, two years after the events of TLO

Chapter 1 – A new title

As always, I almost broke my watch trying to turn the alarm off. Way to go controlling your strength, Jackson, I thought. Ever since the end of that damned war, I haven't done much. My relationship with Annabeth didn't work out as we planned, and we barely even saw each other now. I have no remorse over her whatsoever, though.

Unbeknownst to both of us, she did change me a bit. One example is that now I can think and say "Unbeknownst" in less than 30 minutes. Another example was the amount of books I had in my room, which was almost as twice as much. I mean, I have about 5 books now. I had 3. That's a start, I guess.

Other than that, major changes include emanating a much stronger aura of power, which was similar to one of a minor god, being a master in swordsmanship and, just like that, turning into a celebrity in Olympus. I remember when every single soul there stopped their work when I brought Zeus's Lightning many years ago. Yup, my life is now basically that, on every single moment. It is really annoying, to receive glares from every single demigod on Camp. Actually, it got so annoying I barely go to Camp Half-Blooda anymore, and when I do, I try my best not to be seen. Turns out, I don't lurk out in the shadows as well as Nico. Who would have known?

But oh, believe me, even in the mortal world my presence was somehow noticed. A couple of months ago, I was with my father on New York, discussing about the possibility of me turning immortal, and to be honest, I noticed some nervous glares from some people, as if there was a bomb in my pocket which I was about to blow up or something like that.

Well, I suppose I just gave away something important back there. Yup, Poseidon and the other Olympians still think I should be a god. And to be honest, it would be pretty nice now, as I don't really have any bonds with Annabeth, which was the main reason I declined Zeus's offer two years ago. Next week, there will be a Council whereas they will decide if I could be a god, so… I don't know.

I already left the house, heading towards my college. I think some gasps could be appropriate now. Yes, I managed to get into college. No, I did not bribe anyone to do so. I don't have the money.

The last weeks, I feel like Apollo. Not because I am blond now, nor (sadly) do I have a cool chariot like Apollo's. But I was making an impression on women. Last week, I convinced a Starbucks barista to give me a free frappucino. Not quite a revolution, but hey, I had one girlfriend for six months. For me, however, it's like a voice in my conscience said "don't use your powers for evil, Percy!" But considering the fact mom and Paul are on Canada for a month now and the fact that I cook like Hephaestus, all my diet consists on frozen pizza and frappucino. This means free lunch! Or breakfast. Whatever.

Anyway, I was on my way to college when I saw a small kid, about 9 years old, crying on a park bench, with another guy, around my age, with a huge hat on his head, apparently trying to calm down the child. I went there to see what on Hades was going on, when I suddenly realized that dude behind the kid was Grover.

I tried to hide my grin, and with all my force, I yelled, on my mind, to see whether the empathy link with him was still there. Grover suddenly jumped, as if a spider just landed on his hairy goat butt, getting some weird looks from passing strangers. I tried my best not to laugh, and obviously failed, and my favourite satyr, clearly hurt, tried to see who was laughing. I was too focused on not pissing myself to see his face, so I only got control of myself again when I heard his voice, clearly happy.

- PERCY! – which was followed by quite a strong hug

Upon that sudden yell, the kid looked a bit amused, though a lot scared, on my arrival. His eyes were telling me he was not a regular kid. And I could recognize those characteristics anywhere. I realized Grover was introducing the kid to me.

-…anyway, man, uh… this is Chad, he is a… - well, for someone who was looked up by basically all the satyrs in the demigod universe, he sure needed to improve his speaking skills

-… demigod. – I completed the phrase, for my friend's and the kid's surprise – Son of Apollo, right? – which made little Chad absolutely dumbfounded.

I noticed a small moan from the kid, who spoke with a faltering voice, probably terrified.

- Excuse me, but are you a god?

I was quite surprised at that, but I couldn't help but grin. I felt a sudden urge to say "Yes, kid, I'm your uncle, and I will turn you into a dolphin to prove it", but I am not that cruel. Besides, Grover slapped me so hard, probably noticing what I was about to do, that even with the whole Achilles thing, it hurt. I managed an awkward smile as I denied what the kid was suggesting with my head.

Surprisingly, I got touched by the kid's background. I lived long enough to understand demigods almost always ended up dead or even worse, and those who made it, like me, had to go through horrifying stuff. But that kid was only nine, and had just lost his mother on a fire. Grover saved the kid from a monster that was attacking the orphanage he was living in just two days ago, in the state's countryside, and they were both on a desperate run for Camp, being closely followed by monsters. The kid, however, had, for obvious reasons, several breakdowns because of his mother.

I know how it was to lose my mother. I felt sorry for the kid. Cases like his were rare afterwards the war. Thank the gods, the number of demigods who actually made it to Camp were on the rise.

I offered myself to escort them until their destiny. It was either seeing my friends or facing an incredibly boring chemistry lecture. Easy choice, eh? Even with the celebrity thing, it would be nice to see Chiron and all my friends from the war.

Grover and I were catching up, as we rarely saw each other now, with him being an important satyr on their fight for Nature and all of that. Chad was playing with a balloon we got him on our way. As soon as we got out of the city, we faced a monster. You must be thinking "oh, no, run, Percy, RUN!" But no. I just got Riptide off my pocket and did a quick slash through my opponent, and before he could say "Tartarus", I once again saw that familiar dust that appears every time monsters are defeated.

Little Chad was amazed. He started yelling at Grover "Did you see that?" several times, much to his dismay. But I could tell he was surprised to. It's been a while ever since he saw me fighting. I got way better.

The rest of the day went uneventful. After a quick chat with the Camp guys, I headed home. I met some mortal friends of mine and we went for a pizza.

All that time, with my regular friends, my mind was focused on one thing. I was getting closer to a decision regarding being a god once again. Ignoring the advances of some chicks, a clearly flustered and somewhat horny waitress and some envious glares from dudes on the restaurant, I finally made up my mind.

Back then, I had Annabeth. I had a future with her. However, on that restaurant, I realized: I barely saw my friends, and even though I could be with several girls, I didn't wish any of them. Gods, it's not like I didn't want them, but I was missing adventure, not only in a relationship, but in life.

Suddenly, I saw myself missing a challenge. Missing the war, the danger. Even my romantic life was too easy; girls, even my closest friends, just threw themselves at me. I want more.

Now I wonder how fun it would be if Smelly Gabe knew I was going to be a god. I started grinning on the restaurant table. At first sight, I was normal, but one of my friends realized there was something different on that grin.

- What is it, Percy? – she asked

With an even bigger grin, I replied, much to their confusion.

- Do you think Lord Perseus is a good title?