Percy POV

I was three hundred years old. After going through extensive training for fifty years (Uranus wanted to ensure I was correctly trained physically, mentally, and so on), I had gone on to be the eternal servant, meaning I usually went on missions for Uranus. As he was the father of the Titans, I always knew what was going on with the Titans and Olympians.

I had been ordered to cease all communication with the mortal world unless the mission I had been assigned required it. Fortunately, I had been able to check on Annabeth once: a week after the accident. It had killed me to see her pained expression as they told her exactly what happened.

Over the years, I had learned that Uranus hated the Giants, Cyclopes, One Hundred-Handed Ones, and especially the Titans, as Kronos was the one who severely wounded him. He liked the gods, as they had put an end to the Titans.

I entered the throne room in Uranus's palace. After my training was complete, my lord had given me powers that were equivalent to that of Zeus's. My swordsman skills had improved one hundred fold, as well as my other skills. The only thing I still hadn't mastered was the bow and arrow. I had improved, but a spear suited me better when it came to long distance battle.

Kneeling in front of Uranus, I kept strict eye contact with the gold-inlaid marble. My home was Uranus's domain, in levels of the sky so high that the ground was not visible through the clouds. Zeus did not dare go to this altitude.

Over the years, I had lost some respect for the gods. All the things I had done for them, never denying a quest or failing one, for that matter, and they couldn't even help me with the one thing I cared most about. Luke's words, laced with Medusa's promises, were always lurking in my mind, how I had just been a pawn, how I helped because they were my family, how they never cared for us, how painful being a demigod was.

"Rise, Perseus, my most loyal, honorable warrior." Lord Uranus announced. Unfolding my limbs, I stood up, no longer kneeling. Over the years, my appearance, or at least, my body shape, had altered to keep up with Uranus's missions. To achieve the goals he sets, you must be at the ultimate point in physical fitness, immortal or not. When I was a camper, I was lean and muscular, but not nearly as much as now. As my strength increased, my muscle mass followed. I'm also six feet and five inches, now.

"You requested my presence, lord?" I asked, meeting the deep blue eyes of Uranus. He nodded, removing himself from his throne. In his human size, Uranus was two inches taller than me, with precise, groomed facial hair that was black. Standing as straight as possible, I followed him with my eyes and he meandered across the room, the firelight from the braziers lighting the dark corners where sunlight did not reach.

Huge windows gave a view of the sky and – where the clouds were sparse – the sea, glittering like an emerald. Swallowing, I watched emotionlessly as my master stood in front of me, his face grim. Over the years, he had softened to me, showing me affection and care. Lord Uranus took my feelings into consideration, which would be hard for anyone else, because I kept my emotions under lock and key, held behind a dam. My ache for Annabeth still burned in my heart, reminding me every second that she is probably in Elysium, with her husband, kids, and the rest of her legacy.

I winced noticeably at the thought, closing my eyes. Realizing what I had done, I apologized for disrupting him.

"Percy, you must deliver a package," He began. Visibly, I relaxed. This would be an easy task; but if it was easy, why would I be doing it and not a lower ranked member of Uranus's domain.

"Ah, I see you have realized that this will not be a simple mission. Let me finish: Zeus needs to be delivered an informative letter, as his rule of the Earth is becoming sloppy. You need to sneak into Olympus and get back out without giving away your identity."

"Will I need a briefing or should I depart immediately?" I asked. Lord Uranus smiled.

"The world has changed slightly, as you know. The Empire State Building is still the entrance to Olympus, as that is the heart of Western civilization. You may go now; your supplies are already packed, waiting for you in your room." Lord Uranus explained, slipping me a letter.

I nodded, trying not to let a smile slip. Skipping a briefing is liked getting a holiday off from school: often, they are lengthy, repeating the same information over and over again for three hours. Plain and simple: they're boring.

"You may leave, Percy." Uranus dismissed me. Smoothly, I strode out of the room, hearing the gold doors slam behind me with an ominous, ear-shattering boom. Making sure no one was near, I sprinted down the hallway, windows passing me in a blur. As I moved past the fires, they flickered precariously. Moving in a blur, I reached the other end of the palace in seconds, but they had seemed like hours.

Along with immortality, I had the normal powers for gods: super speed and super strength, which explained why I moved in a blur. The one thing I didn't have was the ability to flash out like gods and goddesses in their divine form. Instead, I had Mist Travel, which was the son of Poseidon version of Shadow Travel. Lord Uranus had taught me how to use it. Children of Zeus had Lightning Travel; Jason and Thalia could use it, if they learned how.

My heart was frantically pounding in my chest, slamming against my ribs with no rhythm. Adrenaline flooded my senses, making every minor detail pop into view. Normally, I did not have a mission relating to the gods. Titans, Primordial gods, nymphs, monsters, mythological creatures, even demigods and every day, evil mortals were more up to my speed. Raking a hand through my hair, I heard faint footsteps moving down, towards my room.

The footsteps were familiar and I smirked – Jenna! Jumping into the hallway, I met a startled Jenna. Rapidly overcoming her shock, she sent a glare similar to Thalia's my way.

"How do you do that? No one else in the entire army of Uranus can detect me coming!" Jenna groaned, moving her long, caramel hair away from her face. Looking down at my best friend, I laughed. Jenna was the second-highest ranked warrior in the platoon Lord Uranus had gained over the years. I was the only one in front of her, besides Uranus himself.

In the beginning, Jenna and I had been rivals – she hated me because I was new and already gifted with more powers and a higher rank. Eventually, we had gotten over our rivalry and became best friends. Jenna's blue eyes locked with mine and we suddenly became serious.

"I heard you have a new mission involving the gods." She stated, slipping into my room. Sighing and faking exasperation, I rolled my eyes melodramatically.

"Gossip spread so fast around here." I joked, double checking my pack. Extra clothes, ambrosia, nectar, weapons, a lock picking kit, denarii and drachmas, and a few other items were in the pack. Every item necessary was present.

Jenna huffed and agreed. I plucked a grape from the bowl she was carrying, ignoring her playful protests. Snapping my fingers, I changed into my uniform for missions. Black pants were tucked into knee-high black combat boots with a blue and green symbol for me on the side. It showed that I was the highest rank out of anyone. That is why half was green – to describe my heritage. No one else had that symbol. A semi-tight sea green shirt with the blue symbol on it covered my upper half, a jacket over it. The jacket was blue and sea green, with black buttons and a hood that shadowed my face. Slipping a picture of Annabeth and I into the pocket of my jacket, I looked in the mirror.

At first, I had complained about the shirt, wanting a looser piece of clothing that didn't show my muscles, but there was nothing I could do about it.

"Ominous." Jenna described me, flopping onto my king size bed. Promptly, there was a crash as the bowl flew out of her hands and exploded on the ground.

"Smooth, you broke the dam bowl." I exclaimed, laughing.

"What is so funny?" She asked, cleaning up the shattered pottery and tossing it into my small trashcan.

"It's an inside joke from the past." I explained, picking up the pack and opening the window. A venti skimmed across the clouds, hoping to cause mischief. With one stern look from me, it fled, diving back towards the ground. Smirking, I shook my head.

"You just can't find any brave storm spirits these days." I muttered, attempting to sound dramatic. Jenna, who was occupied by looking at the tank of fish I had in my room, looked up. Her forehead creased for a second before smoothing.

"You are leaving already?" She questioned. I nodded.

"No briefing, thank gods. I am going to deliver this letter to Zeus now, okay? See you later, Harry Potter." I called.

"Bye, Aqua Man!" She shouted as I leaped out the window and plummeted towards the ground. Closing my eyes, I passed through the cloud cover, keeping every drop of water off my clothes and body. Jenna was a demigod, one of the few in the army. Her mother was Hecate, aka the goddess of magic. I called her Harry Potter because well, the magic and all…

Wind whipped at my face, sending my hair out of my eyes. The ground was rapidly advancing towards me as I feel thousands and thousands of feet. I was falling directly towards the Empire State Building. Angling myself, I adjusted it to the point where I would land about a block away, in a secluded area behind an empty warehouse. Controlling the winds, I landed softly on the ground, bending the Mist so that the humans saw a flock of pigeons landing.

Letting out a deep breath, I began walking towards the entrance to Olympus.