This will be my one disclaimer for the entire story, cuz I suck at remembering these things so:

Disclaimer: I don't own and I never will. Percy Jackson and the Olympians belongs to Uncle Rick (bless you, you beautiful bastard) and not me. Consider this officially disclaimed.

Chapter 1:

Percy

It was finally over. I had completed the prophecy. We put an end to Kronos' attempt to overthrow the Gods. But I didn't care about any of that. The death of the true hero of the prophecy, Luke, was still fresh on my mind. He stabbed himself in his weak spot, his own Achilles Heel, to stop the Titan he once served. I couldn't save him, and he knew I couldn't.

"All the unclaimed," he told me. "Don't let it happen again."

And I wouldn't. I never betray my friends, and I won't start now. I had been left utterly drained from fighting, however. The Achilles Blessing took its' toll on me, and I needed rest. What would a few minutes of shuteye hurt?

-Godkiller-

"Percy," a voice hissed, "Wake up, the Gods are here!"

Now that got my attention. Now wanting to be caught unaware with the Gods finally appearing, I sat up rubbing sleep from my eyes. It was Annabeth that woke me up. I noticed that for some odd reason, she couldn't look me in the eyes.

"Hey, is everything okay?," I asked, concern evident in my voice.

"I'm fine don't, worry about it," came her hasty reply.

I frowned. She was lying, she could never really lie to me because I knew her too well. I decided not to pry, and to let her tell me on her own terms.

AN: The awards scene with the Gods will be the same as in cannon, if you don't know what happens: THEN WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE. GO READ THE LAST OLYMPIAN

-Godkiller-

I sat at the end of the pier of the Canoe Lake back at camp, my feet kicking the water. There were still dry because I didn't feel like having wet shoes at the moment. I suddenly heard someone behind me and I turned around. It was Annabeth and she was wearing a somber expression.

"Percy," she began, "we need to talk."

"Come one Wise Girl you can tell me anything, you know this," I said unease starting to creep up on me.

"I... I'm sorry Percy, but I can't do this anymore."

Unease began to turn into fear. "Can't do what anymore?"

"I can't trust you Percy!" She yelled at me, her anger beginning to show. "You've proven that we can't trust you anymore!"

I could feel my heart breaking. What is she talking about? "Wise Gi—"

"Don't you Wise Girl me Perseus!" She interrupted. "You know that I had to do this!"

My eyes widened in shock, Annabeth never called me Perseus. But what does she mean she had to do it? What is she talking about?

I blinked.

I was on Mount Olympus, the Olympian Counsel surrounding me. The tension in the air was palpable.

Zeus spoke first, "Perseus Jackson, it has come to our attention that during the battles of the Titan War you had exhibited signs of hesitation, thus nearly causing the destruction of Olympus."

I stood there, dumbfounded. What is the Hades is he talking about?

"You seem confused Perseus, perhaps you do not know of what we speak?" Zeus inquired.

"That is correct Lord Zeus," I responded unsure of what to expect.

"You allowed a statue of my wife, Hera, to fall on my daughter Thalia, you did not strike Kronos down when he was held in place by Grover Underwood's nature magic, you allowed Annabeth Chase to sustain injury while you obtain invulnerable given by the blessing of the Styx."

"But that was in the middle of a fight!" I retorted angrily. How dare he assume I allowed any of those things to happen! "I hardly see how any of that is my fault!"

"Watch your tone with me, boy," Zeus warned. "Those enough would not be sufficient to prove your guilt, however, we understand you allowed Luke Castellan to strike the final blow upon Kronos."

I felt myself begin to get angrier, "That's true but—"

Athena cut me off, "The son of Hermes was able to do this because you relinquished control of your weapon to an enemy!"

I felt deflated, not from the accusations, but the truth behind them. I had allowed all of that to happen. I was no hero, I saved no one. If anything I let more people die. I was dazed, I could barely hear the rest of the lecture Zeus was giving me.

"Due to the insistence of your father, your punishment will be much more lenient than most of us would prefer," he said.

I snuck a glance at Poseidon. His normally kind and gentle features were marred with disdain, disappointment, and dissatisfaction.

"You will have until tomorrow morning to have packed all your belongings and leave Camp Half-Blood, never to set foot on any Olympian province, or face execution for doing so."

I was crushed. The weight of the sky could not hold a candle to the feeling I have now. Who told him? Why did they tell him? I had to know."If I may, Lord Zeus, who was it that told you this?" My voice was weak, and wavering as I neared tears.

"Annabeth Chase, Thalia Grace, Grover Underwood, Nico Di Angelo, and several other member of Camp Half-Blood," he answered.

I nodded slowly as I was sent back to camp.

I found myself in front of Annabeth, tears threatening to spill.

Annabeth had a scowl on her face, "Do you understand now, you dumbass?"

"Why," I croaked, "why are you doing this?"

Annabeth had an incredulous look on her face, "You don't realize why?"

I shook my head.

"He's dead because of your inability to act," she said, he voice dangerously calm. "Luke died because of you."

"He chose that death Annabeth, that was his final act in life," I said in dibelief. "He knew the consequences."

She screamed at me, " You made him take his own life!" She began to cry. "I hate you with every fiber of my being!" The tears kept pouring. "He should be here with me today, not you!"

I was quiet for a long time, contemplating. "Is that how you truly feel?" I ask meekly.

She nodded, fury evident in her eyes.

"Okay, I'll be going then," I replied as I turned away from her, heading towards Long Island Sound.

-Godkiller-

I stood on the calm waters of Montauk, feeling everything but calm. Everything they said was true, how could I let myself fall this far?

I saw Thalia urge me to go on, trapped underneath a statue of Hera.

I saw Nico and Hades at the bottom of the Empire State Building, surrounded by monsters, telling me they could handle themselves.

I saw Grover, the muscles in his neck strained, as he

played his reed pipes to hold Kronos in place.

I saw Annabeth, heavily injured, block Luke's sword with the hilt of her dagger.

I couldn't take it anymore. I felt so horrible, so absolutely worthless. Compared to them, what did I do? Oh, that's right, I did nothing. I reached into my pocket, taking out riptide. Even my sword outperformed me in the war, coming back to me whenever I lost it. I smiled as I uncapped my pen. The familiar weight of the celestial bronze sword comforting me. I held it in both my hands and closed my eyes, the blade aimed toward my gut. I'm sorry everyone.

I plunged the sword into my stomach as hard as I could.

The physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional trauma I was feeling. I allowed myself to sink into the sound, urging the ocean water to, for once, not heal my wounds. Blood slowly leaked out of my chest as my sword was still there. My vision started to blur, everything was turning black. I was oddly enough, at peace with myself. Is this how Luke felt, I wondered.

A half-blood of the eldest Gods

Shall reach sixteen against all odds

And see the world in endless sleep

The hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap

A single choice will end his days

Olympus to preserve or raze...

Strange that now, of all times, the great prophecy comes back to me. There's no way... could it be..?

The prophecy wasn't complete, Luke wasn't a child of the eldest Gods, I was. Annabeth's dagger wasn't the only cursed blade, Riptide was cursed with all the broken promises around it. If Luke wasn't a child of the eldest Gods then how did his choice save Olympus?

That's when it hit me. I was the one prophesied about. Not Luke, not anyone else. Me. The prophecy wasn't complete because I didn't save or destroy Olympus yet. A small, yet sadistic smile spread across my face.

And I'm gunna watch that fucker burn!