Percy breathed in. It felt great. It all did. Everything. Well, not everything. There was a nagging feeling inside of him. There was guilt. There was pain, but it would pass. He had accepted Zeus's offer to make him a god, right after he and his friends had saved Olympus, conquered Kronos, and rescued basically the world. He knew he would be separated from Grover and Annabeth, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, and Chiron. All his friendships from Camp Half-Blood wpuld be thown out the window. But the offer was just too good. Immorality. Eating ambrosia and drinking nectar to his heart's desire without turning to ash.
Percy kept thinking about Annabeth. She was designing a whole new Olympus right now, probably happy as a clam. He wondered if she thought about him at all. She might be up in the City of the Gods right now, and he could visit her without taking her off task too much.
He appeared there, right in the middle of the park on Mount Olympus. He looked around for a blonde girl, but saw none. The muses were at the edge, sitting on the soft green grass, and strumming a few chords on their lyres. One looked up and gave Percy a smile. The next thing he knew, he had been tackled to the ground, someone pinning him down by his chest. But there was no one there.
Percy reached up and removed a hat, revealing Annabeth. "Hey, Seaweed Brain."
He smiled. "Are you still aloud to call me that now that I'm a god?"
The daughter of Athena got off of him and gave Percy a hand up. "Do you want me to stop calling you that?" She asked.
"No."
The corners of Annabeth's mouth turned upward. "Just don't blast me to ashes, all right?"
"Sure."
Annabeth turned her head. Someone had called her name. "Sorry, I have to go." She gave him a kiss on the cheek, then dashed off.