Third Person POV (2014)

The lone hero stands alone. A slight breeze blew, the smell of strawberries lingered in the air. The day was beautiful. It was bright and warm, clouds here and there lingered in the sky. The camp possessed numerous amounts of cabins, when before it only contained twelve, now it was only expanded due to the numerous amount of demigods coming in everyday.

The Second Giant War ended about two months ago. With Perseus Jackson becoming the bane of not only majority of the monsters and titans, but also the giants. The most shocking one became Gaia herself. The mother of giants had a showdown with the Hero of Olympus. While they battled, nature itself seemed to be in destruction mode, every clash of swords resulted the churning of the seas, the shaking of the earth, or the destruction of some part of nature. Perseus Jackson barely won, growing tired by the second, he made a last and final effort by becoming one with the seas and oceans themselves and using that to defeat the primordial goddess. (Flashback) The whole world seemed to have drowned it water, yet when everything was done, the goddess was a threat no more, it was as if the whole world was born anew. The water retreated back to the calm ocean, and new trees and plants sprung from the ground. It was if the world was born again. The primordial goddess' last words as her eyes turned from a muddy brown to a forest green, "Thank you."

There was a bright flash from the goddess as she disappeared. The hero, having used all of his strength, collapsed as the darkness claimed him. When he awoke, it was during the middle of the awards, he discovered that the rest of the six from the prophecy has accepted godhood. Each a minor god or goddess of their parents. He was glad for them, but it pained him. He knew that it was the beginning of the end. They would have their duties, and they would live on without him. He would cherish the next years he could have with them. Especially Annabeth. Though her acceptance of godhood hurt the most. He thought they would grow old together. Have a family. Be happy. Her acceptance was like a stake to the heart. But he kept it in and forced out a smile. He could not be selfish. Not with her. This was her dream in the beginning, when he first met her. He knew, and it broke his heart whenever he thought about how different their dreams were. Because his dream was her.

The leader of each cabin, the ones who fought in both wars were given half-immortality, they were given the task of training the camper of Camp Olympus along with Chiron, Lupa, and the new minor god and goddesses. The gods decided to join the camps, for safety purposes. Nico became the minor god of his father's domains and his lieutenant. The hunters of Artemis were promised new hunters for their fallen sisters, better equipment, and the assurance that each of their fallen sister achieved Elysium. Finally came the time to reward Perseus Jackson, The throne room grew quiet as Zeus booming voice spoke, "Perseus Jackson, for your services towards Olympus, we offer you a seat in the Olympian council along with becoming the lieutenant to your father's armies."

Everyone looked towards the son of Poseidon. They knew from the very beginning what his answer was. But the power he showed, his capabilities as a leader and a warrior was more than extraordinary. They would have at least attempted, he was a good asset after all. He spoke quietly, "Lord Zeus, Olympian Council, I am deeply humbled but your offer, but I cannot accept. There are different matters which I would like to address, if you would hear them of course."

Zeus narrowed his eyes at the demigod, "Speak."

"I would like the thrones of Lord Hades and Lady Hestia to be given to them. They are the eldest children of your father and mother. It is only proper that they along with their siblings should be on the council as both of them possess great powers. Also, the addition of both of them will not upset the balance the council already has."

The council agreed with what the demigod said. Yet the thing that got them curious is why the demigod seemed so different. The king of gods nodded and snapped his fingers. Two new thrones rose from the ground, each displaying the symbol of their owner. Hades gave a nod of appreciation to Percy while Hestia gave him a warm, motherly smile which he returned. Zeus added, "The council also gives you one wish which you could claim whenever you want."

Percy bowed his head, "Thank you Lord Zeus."

Hermes, Apollo, and Dionysus yelled, "PARTY TIME!"

With that the throne room and the rest of Olympus became a celebration place. Hestia and Hades went to Percy and gave him their blessings. Finally, he came up to Annabeth. He hugged her tightly, "Hey wisegirl, how's being a goddess?"

She smiled radiantly, and her stormy grey eyes that he fell in love with shone and she said excitedly, "It's wonderful. All the knowledge, all the strategies, everything just came to my brain. I feel wonderful, amazing even. And my dyslexia is even gone. This is so great."

(End of flashback)

That time felt like a long time ago for the hero of Olympus. About a month ago, a new child of Zeus came to camp. He was about seventeen years old, dirty blonde hair, typical blue eyes, he was short, about 5'8, and he had a medium build. He killed two hellhounds that were chasing after him and suddenly, he claimed to be the greatest hero of all. Soon he tried taking over the camp, but the camp leaders thought he was nothing but another arrogant demigod. Everything was fine, but the campers started shifting to him. After all, if you believe hard enough in a lie, soon someone is bound to listen.

Percy left camp about a week ago to visit his mother, he was not supposed to come back for another three days, but something in the pit of his stomach told him to get back to Camp Olympus. When he got there, almost everywhere was empty except the pavilion. When he got there, he felt his heart shatter. The demigods were cheering on a couple on the stage. The immortal and trainers were gone. All except one, Annabeth. She was the one kissing on the stage, with the son of Zeus. Hubris.

Percy felt nothing but agony. Dark, stormy clouds covered the sky, and as a tear dropped the the son of Poseidon's face, the was a loud crack of thunder, and rain began to pour. The hero of olympus turned into mist, and disappeared.

(Alaska)

In the land where no gods venture. A man with hair darker than night, and eyes darker than the sea during a storm, let out a yell of anguish as he slammed his fists on the barren ground. The ground cracked, and he let loose of his emotions as everything was destroyed around him. The gods yet again, were silent.