A/N: lots of stuff from the last book in this chapter but its only to get me started.
Percy:
Annabeth limped over with Grover's support. They both had tears in their eyes. Luke gazed at Annabeth. "You knew. I almost killed you, but you knew . . ." "Shhh." Her voice trembled. "You were a hero at the end, Luke. You'll go to Elysium." He shook his head weakly. "Think . . . rebirth. Try for three times. Isles of the Blest." Annabeth sniffled. "You always pushed yourself too hard." He held up his charred hand. Annabeth touched his fingertips. "Did you . . ." Luke coughed and his lips glistened red. "Did you love me?" I looked at Annabeth waiting for her answer wishing it would be no, "yes" she said, "I always have and always will love you Luke." The gods arrived a few minutes later in their full war regalia, thundering into the throne room and expecting a battle. What they found were Annabeth, Grover, and me standing over the body of a broken half-blood, in the dim warm light of the hearth.
"Percy," my father called, awe in his voice. "What . . . what is this?" I turned and faced the Olympians.
"We need a shroud," I announced, my voice cracking. "A shroud for the son of Hermes." I said this because even if Annabeth love Luke, he was a hero. The fates gathered up Luke's body, now wrapped in a white-and-green shroud, and began carrying it out of the throne room. "Wait," Hermes said.
The messenger god was dressed in his classic outfit of white Greek robes, sandals, and helmet. The wings of his helm fluttered as he walked. The snakes George and Martha curled around his caduceus, murmuring, Luke, poor Luke. I thought about May Castellan, alone in her kitchen, baking cookies and making sandwiches for a son who would never come home. Hermes unwrapped Luke's face and kissed his forehead. He murmured some words in Ancient Greek—a final blessing. "Farewell," he whispered. Then he nodded and allowed the Fates to carry away his son's body. As they left, I thought about the Great Prophecy. The lines now made sense to me. The hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap. The hero was Luke. The cursed blade was the knife he'd given Annabeth long ago—cursed because Luke had broken his promise and betrayed his friends. A single choice shall end his days. My choice, to give him the knife, and to believe, as Annabeth had, that he was still capable of setting things right. Olympus to preserve or raze. By sacrificing himself, he had saved Olympus. Rachel was right. In the end, I wasn't really the hero. Luke was. The next few hours where a blur, until everyone started getting cool gifts from the gods. Everyone had received their rightful gift and it was finally my turn. "PERCY JACKSON!" Poseidon announced. My name echoed around the chamber. All talking died down. The room was silent except for the crackle of the hearth fire. Everyone's eyes were on me—all the gods, the demigods, the Cyclopes, the spirits. I walked into the middle of the throne room. Hestia smiled at me reassuringly. She was in the form of a girl now, and she seemed happy and content to be sitting by her fire again. Her smile gave me courage to keep walking. First I bowed to Zeus. Then I knelt at my father's feet. "Rise, my son," Poseidon said. I stood uneasily. "A great hero must be rewarded," Poseidon said. "Is there anyone here who would deny that my son is deserving?" I waited for someone to pipe up. The gods never agreed on anything, and many of them still didn't like me, but not a single one protested. "The Council agrees," Zeus said. "Percy Jackson, you will have one gift from the gods." I hesitated. "Any gift?" Zeus nodded grimly. "I know what you will ask. The greatest gift of all. Yes, if you want it, it shall be yours. The gods have not bestowed this gift on a mortal hero in many centuries, but, Perseus Jackson—if you wish it—you shall be made a god. Immortal. Undying. You shall serve as your father's lieutenant for all time."
I stared at him, stunned. "Um . . . a god?" Zeus rolled his eyes. "A dimwitted god, apparently. But yes. With the consensus of the entire Council, I can make you immortal. Then I will have to put up with you forever." "Hmm," Ares mused. "That means I can smash him to a pulp as often as I want, and he'll just keep coming back for more. I like this idea." "I approve as well," Athena said, though she was looking at Annabeth. I glanced back. Annabeth was trying not to meet my eyes. Her face was pale. I flashed back to two hours ago. I thought about how she had confessed her love to Luke and how she would never love me. I thought back two years ago when she was going to join the hunters, I though I would loose her, and now I have. I thought about the Three Fates, and the way I'd seen my life flash by. I could avoid all that. No aging, no death, no body in the grave. I could be a teenager forever, in top condition, powerful, and immortal. I could have power and eternal life. Who could refuse that?
"Hurry up boy," Zeus beamed. I looked at Annabeth again wishing to know what to do, until I made my decision. "I… I accept." I looked back at my father who seamed very proud of me. "Very well then," Zeus began, "come to the hearth" I walked up and was so close to the hearth that I could feel its heat radiating off of the black coals. As I got closer to the heat I became more and more powerful I got as close as I could, almost touching the rim of the bronze hearth. With this new jolt in power I was receiving I also felt a piece of me slip away. I felt as pure and healthy as ever and I could tell my Achilles curse being ripped away. I made my way to the other side of the hearth now closer to the gods then ever before. I saw through the deep haze, that was covering my eyes, the fates all stand up and deliver a beam of light from each of their hands. They pulled out a strand of blue string that began to turn a godly golden. The haze cleared and I fell to the floor wanting and waiting for a newfound pain to stop. It was excruciating, worse then the dip in the Styx. I felt my blood boiling as it turned to golden ichor. The pain subsided and from the loss of energy, I feinted.
Time skip 2 hours.
Hestia:
Everyone was arguing about what to make Percy the god of. He obviously was good at water powers but there where so many gods of water. I thought about him approaching my hearth and well I found out some deep secrets about him. He was terrified of suffocation and he hated the fact that one day his powers could just vanish. I had an idea and announced it to the rest of the Olympians; "he should be prince of the sea" they all looked at me astonished probably think but isn't that Poseidon's other son, Triton. "Also he should be god of time earth and air. Time and Earth because they are our worst enemy's and air because he would love flying." Just as I finished my sentence he entered the room and Zeus announced. "All hail Perseus, god of Time" a green flash absorbed Percy as Zeus continued, "Earth" a brown flash, "air" a white flash, "prince of the sea" a blue flash and the thirteenth Olympian, his sacred animal will be the dragon and his roman form will be known as Tempus." when Zeus said the boy would now be an Olympian I was annoyed because I got my seat removed and now he just got to join. The gods started cheering and so did I, only because everyone else was, even Ares clapped a little. "I am not finished," Zeus announced. " I would like to acknowledge the help we received from Hestia and Hades, and would now like to address them both as Olympians taking the fifteenth and fourteenth Olympian titles. As he was talking three thrones raised from the ground one being black and red with heat radiating off of it with a skull and cross bones at the top. The second one was mine as it reminded me of a log cabin it was wooden and had a nice soft cushion on it, when I sat down it was radiating a warm soft heat that resonated with the hearth. The last one was next to mine, it had a sand clock floating above it and it had the three different elements swirling around inside of a crystal cushioned recliner like throne. Percy now walked to his throne still looking swore from the pain he received earlier today. He looked at me and winked. Unknowingly I blushed and then I turned around to face Zeus. He concluded the meeting and everyone including the campers left, everyone except Percy and I. He was startled when he noticed me. "What's wrong" I asked wondering how him becoming a god would be so troubling. "Its nothing, I just, I loved Annabeth, she was so nice but then she told Luke she loved him basically saying she didn't love me." He confessed. Not knowing what to do I shrunk down to my normal size and ushered him to follow me out the door. "Come along" he did as I commanded and we walked in silences out the door into the destroyed war zone of Olympus.