Jason stood in the middle of the room, Napolian lion skin draped on his shoulders. Percy's eyes where bloodshot for reasons that Jason wasn't informed of. . His father stood before him, a sad look in his eyes... No. Not sad. UPSET. The other Olympians stood off to the sides of the room, and Jason could feel their eyes boring into his back. . "You asked to see me?" He shifted from foot to foot, not liking all the attention. . "Jason... I believe this is the last time you'll ever see any of us." Jupiter said, his face showing slight hatred. . "What do you mean?" Jason sneaked a like at Percy, who looked like he wanted to stop Jupiter from saying anything else. . "Jason. You have been proven too powerful for your own good. We must-" . That when Jason ran. He ran and ran until he reached Alaska. As he crossed the border, he heard a thunk. . Jason turn around to see Percy rubbing his head, his butt flat on the ground. He looked like he hit his head on something... but there was nothing there. . "Why are you here?" Jason croaked out, his throat having been dry from crying his eyes out during the run. He cryed so much, he was nearly dehydrated. . "Jason, you know the answer." Percy got off the ground. As soon as he reached the border, a blinding light flashed, and Percy flew back words. He landed flat on the ground with a thunk. He sat up and rubbed his back. "I love you... and I followed you all the way here... I didn't want them to do that..." Percy muttered. . Something happened. A flash of light swallowed Jason for a split second. Time slowed. Jason felt stronger, faster. Smarter. A god. The Fates made him a God. . A raspy voice spook in his mind. "Jason Grace. God and kind of Alaska. God of the never ending sky." . Perch stared. "What?" Jason panicked. The way Percy was looking at him... . "What... The..." Percy muttered. He stood up again. . I instantly imagined that Percy could cross the border and become an Alaskain god too. . It happened too. Percy was encased in a brilliant blue light. . He looked a little different. Fist of all, his eyes weren't bloodshot any more. His body was sexier... Of it was even possible. His skin was paler, which complemented his now icy Sea green eyes. He was no longer dressed in modern new clothes, but in a beautiful cloak (*the color of Elsa's cloak she wore in let it go*) over a black dress shirt and blackish blue pants. . He gasped at his hair. Streaked with blue and green hair, his longer hair flowed In the icy wind, which neither shivered in. . The fates stood before us. "Hello mi'lords." Clotho bowed. . "Jason Grace." Atropos said. "You are made the Alaskain god of Air, Storms, and the sky." . "Percy Jackson." Lachesis said at last. "You are made a god, for Alaska. Sea, the creatures whom dwell in it, Color, and laughter. You also are god of Plants, and those who use your roads." . "What?" Percy looked confused. "Isnt that Demeter's and Hermes' job?" . Clotho looked like she didn't want to explain this. "No. They don't thrive in Alaska, but you do. You are them here." . "BUT I DONT WANT TO EAT CEREAL!" percy complained. . "Percy, sweetheart. That's not what they mean. What they are trying to say, is that you are the Alaskain version of them. You dont ACT like them." . "Oh..." . . . . . . . . Hope y'all enjoyed.