Chapter Ten - Time Can Not Erase
Song - My Immortal by Evanescence
Thalia
She first saw Percy on the television in Paul Blofis' home.
Laysen, Percy's baby sister, let out a horrified shriek from the living room.
"Lacey?" Paul called out, using the nickname Percy gave her when she was a baby, rushing out of the bedroom she and him were conversing in.
"Percy!" She screamed, then started crying. Thalia ran after Paul, only to be stopped by the image of the man on the tv. Laysen started sobbing wildly, Paul's eyes glued on the screen.
Thalia sprinted out of the house, set on the council room. She arrived in under a minute, thanks to her abilities as a huntress.
She burst in while her father was in mid sentence.
"Channel 47, now!" She huffed.
Hephaestus immediately understood her request and pulled an HTV out of nowhere. He flicked the channel from a rerun of Hercules Bust Heads to Channel 47.
Percy's image flickered up, his head bowed and his hands tied behind his back. The scene of the Empire State building was behind him, right next to the little red LIVE button.
The clock at the bottom of the screen read 11:58 EST.
Everyone burst into chaos.
"Percy!" Poseidon stood up and grabbed his trident. "We need to-"
"Wait!" A new voice startled everyone in the room.
All eyes turned to the screen. Percy was looking at someone off camera.
There was a paused, then an annoyed "What" was muffled to the right hand side of the speakers. Thalia choked - it was Jason. Jason was going to kill her cousin, this time directly. And she couldn't stop him.
"Don't I get any second last words?"
The council room all took in a breath and held it in. Thalia's wide eyes watched the blank apathetic look on Percy's face.
"Why? You're going to die anyways."
"That's the point." Percy countered, something flashing in his eyes. "So why don't I get some last words?"
Before Jason could reply, Percy turned back to the camera. His eyes flickered grey for a split moment, then a dark stormy green.
"4 years in the government has taught me many things. I took down America's largest drug lords and sex trade systems. I've said billion upon billions of lives. Some people call me the saviour of olympus, some call he the Undead, and some call me the Seventh One. But one thing you all have called me, even if you didn't know it: Avenger. Perseus is Greek for Destroy and Avenger, and I have done both in the name of Olympus. It has been a good life, and I assume Olympus will immortalise my deeds."
Thalia gasped. Percy knew. He knew.
"He knows!" She screamed
Percy turned back to Jason. "And at least I stopped some real damage from happening."
Hera turned to look at her stepdaughter. "What? That's impossible. When never mentioned it to him."
"Percy gets strange dreams!"
"Enough. In the name of Revolution, I hereby sentence you to death by bullet." The click of the gun echoed in the speakers.
"Percy must have had a dream of that night, when we made that deal. He knows he's going to be a god!"
Percy closed his eyes.
"Change him!"
"We don't know what domains to give him!" Athena stated.
Thalia was confident. "He knows them, though. Make him a god, right now."
She saw the clock on her father's wrist,
Three seconds until midnight.
Everyone turned to Zeus.
Two seconds until midnight.
"I, Zeus, declare Percy Jackson as-"
One second.
"God and Patron of Olympus!"
Thunder flashed across the room and a gunshot sounded on the tv.
Thalia turned around and her hands flew to her mouth.
She did not expect that. Without batting another eyelash, she took off running out of the building and soared into the night, set on Times Square.
Percy
When Percy opened his eyes, he wasn't back on the banks of the Styx.
He was still in the chair, the sounds of the city loud around him. The camera was still rolling, but something was blocking his vision somewhat.
A round ball was floating inches from his nose.
No. Not a ball.
A bullet. It was stationary right in front of his face, like it was a picture instead.
There was silence from the 4 standing on the other side of the camera. Percy looked at the camera, then up at them.
"Looks like you were too late." He mused. The bullet started to move back, then flipped around and sliced through Jason's hair.
Percy pulled up violently, the restraints snapping from the sudden outburst and spraying across the flat roof.
He picked up the chair and threw it at Leo. The elf yelped and tried to dodge, but the wood turned into wires and bound themselves around his limbs, slinking him to the ground. Piper pulled her dagger out and lunged at Percy. He reacted quickly, taking her arm and swinging her around in a circle. He yanked the blade out of her fingertips and sent her flying to Leo. The wires jumped around her and bound her to her friend.
Annabeth and Jason were smarter. He leapt into the air and took Annabeth by her flesh hand. He prosthetic turned into a gun and she shot from above. Percy flicked his wrist and watched the bullet turn into water.
Then something sliced through the night.
Something silver.
The object went clean through the center of Jason's left thigh and imbedded itself in the concrete structure of the building.
Percy turned to see Thalia Grace in all of her glory, glowing silver eyes lighting up her face and making her black make-up look more evil than she might have intended. Her bow was also glowing silver, as well as her tiara atop her short and wild black hair. Around her was a swirling mass of wind keeping her aloft. She looked directly at her blood brother.
"How dare you show your face to me." Her voice was amplified, like 5 Thalia's were talking instead of one.
Jason tried to fly up, but a thick black cable was stick in his leg, connecting him from Thalia's hands to the building Percy was standing on. She held onto the cable, only for Percy to notice it was connect further out, to another building behind her.
Jason went to summon a gust of wind, but Thalia was quicker. Percy watched, with a higher definition of vision, as she pulled back another arrow and shot it. A thick black cable connected to the one behind her sprang out and tied itself to the arrow. Percy watched as if pierced through the dead center of Jason's other thigh and connected to the building with it's twin.
Jason roared in pain and his hand slipped, letting go of Annabeth.
Annabeth fell to the ground and rolled to her feet, shooting at Percy. He waved his hand and materialised the metal projectiles.
He felt something warm in his pocket and he pulled out the diamond capped pen that he loved so much - Riptide's newest form, as new as his formerly clay body.
The sword sprang to life in his hands with a simple thought, and he lunged at Annabeth. She slashed with her left arm, blocking his blow. He swung again, and again, twirling around gracefully and pushing her back bit by bit.
Her ankles hit the edge of the building and she stumbled back.
"Oh no you don't."
Percy reached out and grabbed her right hand as she fell. She swung around and nearly face planted into the wall.
She looked up at Percy. His eyes flashed with so much emotion - hatred, disgust, power, and one thing in particular.
Rage.
"Last year I made a promise. I will make the rest of your life miserable. I will make you pay for the death of my mother. I swore it on the Rivere Styx, and I do not break my promises."
Annabeth's eyes widened and fear welled in them.
"I am Perseus Jackson, Son of Poseidon, Patron of Olympus and it's residents. I am the God of Protection, Family, and the Human Mind, as well as a minor sea god. IN MY NAME, I SENTENCE ANNABETH CHASE, KILLER OF BILLIONS AND TRAITOR OF OLYMPUS, TO EXTENDED LIFE IN SOLITARY CONFINEMENT WITH ALL SEVEN OF HER FOLLOWERS IN HER PRESENCE."
A storm above percy flashed with white lightning and rain started to pour.
Five Years Later
Percy
The gold doors of the cell swung open for the first time since it's occupants arrived.
8 heads turned to see who was walking in. They didn't say a word when he sat down in a foldable chair and fold his hands over his lap.
"How's confinement?"
Years ago, he was the one in confinement. When he caught up to Annabeth for a second time and she looked him in a box on a cargo airplane that wasn't set to take off until a week later.
Now, Annabeth looked up at the man, no… god. The god before her.
Percy Jackson's green eyes pierced down at her, expectant of an answer.
She only looked at him, not saying a word.
He tsked softly. "Looks like you eight are having a fun time, have you reflected on your actions like I asked you to?"
Slowly, Piper turned to glare at him. Then Clarisse.
Jason sat in a corner, tapping out a rhythm on the floor in front of him. Thalia had cut through major nerves in his legs and left huge four in diameter circles in his flesh. All he had left were two stumps, expertly healed by Apollo moments before they were thrown into their mysterious prison.
"You can't do this to us."
"Yes I can," Percy turned to look at Travis. "You eight were more than willing to do this to thousands of demigods and millions of mortals, so much so the death toll was well above a billion. What I am merely doing is giving the punishment you need. No one will watch you as you slowly die and melt away into the shadows of this cell. You will never leave your prison so long as I walk this Earth."
Annabeth watched him closely. "Are you cursing us?"
He turned his head slowly to face the girl below him. Her hair was a matted mess, black tips from when she was a terrorist and a traitor a starch contrast to the one golden locks of her natural hair. Her cheeks were sunken and hollow, pale as sheet paper. Her nails were dirty and broken.
Her appearance reminded himself of the time just over 6 years ago, when he was still mortal.
Oh how the times have changed.
"Yes." He said plainly. "I curse all eight of you. Each one of you shall die off, one by one, but will never enough the tortures of the Underworld. You shall be forever changed to these four walls, your golden prison. You will not enter Erebos until I die, and since I am a god…" He paused dramatically, then smiled a cool, chilling grin. "Never. Enjoy eternity, my former friends."
He stood up and the door opened for him. A little girl with lilac hair and blue eyes waited for him to leave, then closed the 4 foot thick walls and locked the whole thing with a flick of her wrist. Percy thanked her, and walked through the marbles halls.
He reemerged at the entrance of his sacred temple. When the safe was placed, all that had been there was an empty hill and a 100 foot square hole that supplied just enough space to let the prisoners in. Unknowing to the gods at that time, Percy had plans to build over top of it.
His gold and white marble temple overlooked the entirety of Olympus. He could stand on top of his roof, on a small circle balcony built for him, and see all of the Eternal City. It wasn't the tallest hill on the mountain, but he was happy with it.
Someone ran up to him, gold hair bouncing wildly.
"Daddy!"
Percy broke into a happier smile and grabbed the oncoming ball of joy.
"Hey princess," He swung her up and rested her on his hip. The girl looked at her dad with green eyes that matched his.
"Noooooo! I'm a goddess, remember."
Percy chuckled softly. "Yes you are, my little songbird. Where's mommy?"
"I'm right here." A lovely voice said behind him. Percy turned around and was greeted with warm grey eyes.
Pallas Athena stood proudly behind him, next to a tapestry on the wall. The little goddess in his arms squirmed out of his grasped and bound her way downhill to the music festival in the streets.
"Chara is a lively one, isn't she?"
Percy's brain translated his daughter's nickname out of habit - Joy. She was a simple goddess, often called the Child God of Honour, Loyalty, and Laughter. Percy smiled at the translation.
"She lives up to her name." He walked over and slipped his arm around her waist. He inspected the tapestry on the wall, even though he had memorised every stitch in the fabric.
An array of colours depicting a day 5 years ago, on his birthday. A man, standing proudly on a roof top and surrounded by lightning, with green eyes and black wild hair. A gold aura emitted from his body while he was floating in mid air, a symbol of a rosey mountian peak above his head.
This was what happened right after Annabeth passed out on the concrete of the roofing. He turned into a full fledged god and showed himself to the world. People did not bow, nor did they cheer. They stood in awe as they watched their saviour acsend the the heavens above their heads and land on Olympus.
Athena leaned into his warmth.
"You deserved it." She whispered. On her hand was a small black band etched into her skin. A tattoo, right around her left ring finger. He smiled.
"I know." He pressed his face into her hair. "I know I do."
He remembered the day of his 24th birthday, when he woke up in Athena's temple.
And, for the first time since he was 19, he had felt completely at peace.
The End
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