Percy sighed and started pacing the room. Today was the day when he would leave. Just when he thought everything was finally okay, it all changed again. He remembered the days clearly.
"All these demigods deserve partial immortality and one wish…." said Zeus.
The blinding white light filled the room. Percy felt stronger.
Chiron looked at Percy gravely. "Welcome Daimien Richardson, Son Of Poseidon, to Camp Half Blood." Everything went downhill from there.
"Prissy!" Clarisse yelled, holding a broken spear.
"Percy!" Conner and Travis chroused, looking at their trashed supplies they worked so hard to gather.
"Percy!" Katie yelled, staring at her ruined garden.
"Percy! Man!" Grover asked, holding a sad looking pair of reed pipes.
"Perseus!" Growled Thalia, with the hunters yelling at a bright pink cabin.
"Percy!" said Juniper, staring at the mud surrounding her tree.
The list went on and on. Percy protested his innocence but after a while, everyone hated him. Daimien was the new leader, the new hero. Percy was left in the corner, kicked away like some old toy, forgotten. Then the three people he loved the most, hit him the hardest.
"Perseus Jackson?" The officer said. "I regret to inform that your mother, Sally Jackson, is dead…."
"Daimien Richardson is my favorite son!" bellowed Poseidon.
That one day he saw a couple making out in the woods. It was Daimien and Annabeth. He felt weak at the knees, and knew that he had to finally go.
He was already out of his cabin when he was suddenly teleported to the council. Well, not the entire council. It was only the gods and goddesses who were still in his favor. He saw Aphrodite, Hades, Athena, Hermes, Apollo, and Hestia. He looked up at the towering beings, until the shrank into human form in front of him. He bowed. "Thank you for sticking with me." His voice cracked.
"We have all come to give you gifts to help you on your journey, Perseus." said Hestia.
"Thank you, My Lady." He said.