This is my first fanfiction guys. :) i hope you like it.

I will not go for the regular way of having percy being betrayed by annabeth and his friends.

In this percy chooses to leave on his own.

This story will continue if i get enough positive revies :)

DISCLAIMER: I don't percy jackson or heroes of olympus. But some of the characters are my own

Enjoy

Chapter 1:

Percy POV:

I opened my eyes and saw myself staring into the dead eyes of a Roman legionary. He looked familiar. Maybe I saw him at the camp or fighting beside me. My brain hurt too much to think straight.

I got up on my knees and surveyed the battlefield. We were standing below the old home of the gods. We were standing and fighting below the mighty Olympus. Only Jupiter/Zeus was left fighting with his two children Jason and Thalia grace with the only Gigantes standing the king himself Porphyrion. All the gods and the remaining forces were standing around them in a circle. They did not even have the strength left to help Zeus. All the gods powers were taxed fighting against their own personal Giants.

The demigods of camp Jupiter and camp half=blood had flown here to help the gods to make the final stand if needed. Out of the 1000 Demi-gods that came on 3 triremes made by the Hephaestus cabins only 40 or so remained. I was in shock after seeing so many of my friends lying dying everywhere. The roman Legion had been completely destroyed with only Jason, Reyna, Hazel, Frank and Octavian as the living survivors. As I pulled out of my thoughts I saw Jason delivering the final blow to the giant king and taking of his head with his sword. For a moment I felt elevated seeing the war is finally is over. Then I remembered why we had lost so many demigods against a meager force of 5000 monsters. The Gods. Except Artemis, Apollo, Hermes, hades and all the minor gods had joined the fight when we had already defeated the forces of the giants except the giants themselves. Fewer lives would have been lost if they had joined the fight beforehand.

This made me lose my closest friends because they wanted us to prove that we were worth saving? US?

We had been fighting to save them for over 4 years now. First the titans then the giants we had defeated them all just so that the Gods remained in power. This did not bode with me. I had enough of fighting. I wanted peace. But being a pawn of the gods I don't believe I can have peace ever. I have decided. I'm not fighting for the Gods anymore. But I'm not going to fight against them as well. I had decided that I will only pick up my sword when I needed to defend myself.

"Percy what are you thinking? You have been like that for the past 5 mins. Are you okay? APOLLO I think percy hit his head too hard"-Hazel shouted.

"It's okay hazel. Was just thinking about something I was going to do. Don't you worry." I said

"You okay man?"-Apollo asked looking concerned.

"I'm fine. Just fine" I managed to mumble.

And then I saw something that took away all my pain and replaced it with anger and hate. I saw the Gods celebrating. How could they celebrate? Their children were lying Dead around them.

This was the thing that just hurt me to the core of heart.

I could not take it anymore.

I shouted striding in between the Dancing gods.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DANCING FOR? YOUR CHILDREN ARE LYING DEAD OR INJURED BEFORE YOU AND YOU ARE DANCING? DANCING? HOW CAN YOU BE SO HEARTLESS?

More than 900 demigods lost their life so that you could dance? You all did not even join the fight until you thought you could win! This is really outrageous. You father I thought you would have at least been with us from the start. But no you were all sitting in Olympus while we fought. We fought for our lives; we fought for your life's. We fought for every single being on this earth. You could have at least honored the dead demigods who gave their lives so you all could not lose before dancing."

"Percy we did..." Poseidon started saying

"I don't care. I had enough of this. I was disappointed in you father. I am disappointed with everyone here except the ones who fought with us from the start. I'm not fighting for you anymore. Nor I'm going to fight against you. I swear on river Styx that I will only raise this sword to defend me and defend those who seem worthy enough to be saved and not because they are gods. Also I quit camp half-blood and I resign as the praetor for the legion. I'm leaving now to never to return until you prove yourself worthy of my help if you ever need it" I finished with seeing the shocked faces all around me.

I started walking away from the gods, my friends, my love annabeth and no one tried to stop me.

I felt good and bad at the same time. I thought at least someone would stop me. But no one did.

This is the story how I disappear. This is the fall of the great hero.

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