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Yeah! Finally The Chapter is up! Sry to keep you guys waiting...even if it was for a day...

XIV

When Percy opened his eyes, he saw his father looking at him. Poseidon was smiling kindly at him. He wondered if he was dead. Shouldn't he be? He remembered the explosion and that was it.

"Dad?" he questioned. Maybe this was some sort of a dream, he thought. His dad wasn't allowed to talk to him.

Poseidon nodded.

"What happened?" asked Percy. He still felt dazed and dizzy but also strong. It was a weird feeling. He flexed his arms. There was no pain. He looked at them, thinking that they were probably burned beyond recognition. They were smooth and perfect; not a scratch on them.

"I was a fool, Percy," said his dad. "I should never have agreed to drop contact with you. It was because I failed to stand up to my brother that this happened."

"What happened?" asked Percy again, nearly bursting with curiosity.

"I almost lost you." Poseidon's voice was nearly a whisper as he said that. "But I listened to you at the end, and we both destroyed the giant."

"How?" Percy asked. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His dad had listened to him.

"As you blew up the mountain, I opened a pathway straight to Tartarus, and Polyphemeus dropped like a stone," his father said. "Then I saw you. When I found you, you were almost dead. I had to make the choice and fast."

"What choice?" Percy asked, puzzled. "If I was almost dead, then why am I fine now? What happened with the prophecy? It said I would meet my end on this island."

"The prophecy meant that you would meet the end of your mortal life," cleared his father.

"Mortal life? But, if I meet the end of my mortal life...then I am immortal now?" Percy couldn't believe himself. He looked at himself over again. There was nothing, not even a burn mark. His skin looked so healthy that it was almost glowing. He felt within himself a strength, such as he had never felt before; like he could do anything.

"You made me a god?" he said, half to himself. Percy tried to get his head around that. It seemed too much. Maybe he was dreaming this right now. He pinched himself hard. "Ouch, that hurt". So, this was true. He was a god. An actual Olympian god.

As soon as he said that, he knew that it was true. Something stirred within him.

" You made me a god," he whispered again, in a daze. He felt happy. He could see Annabeth again without having a doomsday hanging over him.

"Uhmm...about that," said Poseidon, as if reading his thoughts, " As a god, you won't be able to stay permanently with a mortal. We are just not meant to in one place like that."

"Like ADHD gods?" asked Percy.

"Yes, kind of like that," clarified his father. "It's more like you won't be able to capture your essence in one place without disintigrating the human."

Percy blanched at the thought. "Wait," he said. "Am I seeing you in your true form?" He had never before seen a god in their true form, as any mortal would disintigrate at the sight.

"Yes," said Poseidon.

" Even if I don't stay permanently, can I still see Mom?" asked Percy. He couldn't bear the thought of leaving his mom thinking that he was dead.

"Yes, you can go see them. But because you are immortal, they can't stay with you forever. They have to pass on," said his dad.

Percy thought about how this might change things between him and Annabeth. He shook his head trying to get rid of the thought.

He tried getting up. He thought he would feel sore, but his body jumped out of the bed like it was full of energy.

"Come, I'll show you around," said Poseidon.

Percy followed his dad out of the room. Ony then, did he realize that they were underwater. He was in Poseidon's palace.

The palace looked even better at nighttime. The pearls gleamed a pale white, giving just enough light to see the surroundings. The night light made the corals and sea creatures a different colour. Everything was a richer, deeper blue, shimmering as schools of fish swam by. It all looked clearer and brighter through his new eyes.

"You can go to your mom now, she must be worried sick," said Poseidon, walking beside him.

"How do I get there? Do I have to walk?" Percy couldn't imagine walking all the way to New York. Maybe he could take a cab after swimming back to the shore.

"No son, you can will your essence to dissolve and appear there. It's a fast form of flying," said his dad.

"How can I do that?" He was now itching to try it out.

"Just close your eyes and imagine yourself wherever you want to go, visualize yourself there."

Percy closed his eyes and imagined himself at his mom's apartment. He imagined he could smell her blueberry muffins and her blue chocolate chip cookies. He imagined he could hear her voice and Paul's. Then he realized that he could actually hear her voice. She was sobbing and Paul was comforting her in a soothing voice. He opened his eyes to see that he was at his mom's apartment. She was hunched over the table. Paul was holding her hand, while she sobbed, holding a picture of Percy in her hand.

"Uhmm," he cleared his throat, because it didn't seem like anyone realized that he was there. "mom?"

Paul turned around slowly, His face paled when he saw Percy. He looked like he had seen a ghost, which was technically was Percy should have been.

His mom hadn't heard him. Paul tapped her shoulder and signalled her to turn around. After she did, the silence was so thick that it could be cut like butter. His mom looked shocked, like she couldn't believe her eyes.

"Percy?" she asked at last, her voice tentative, as if she was afraid of the answer. "Is that ...Is that really you?"

"Yes, mom. Its me," He hated to see her so broken and frail. He stepped forward and hugged her. He had missed her so much. She stood like a statue as if she still couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"But, they told me you died. How..." Her voice was filled with hurt and her forehead sketched with worry.

"Yeah... about that," he started. "I almost did, but dad saved me." He then recounted the whole story, just excluding the parts where he was ready to sacrifice himself. He made it sound like he had no other choice. After he was done with the story, his mother looked stunned. Paul looked at him with new- found wonder.

"So, you are a god?" he asked. "An actual Olympian god?"

"yeah, I guess so," said Percy. He was beginning to feel a little embarrassed by how his parents looked at him; in awe.

"Wow,"mouthed Paul. "A god."

His mom began to look like herself again. "You have to go see Annabeth," she chided. "That poor girl has been crying her eyes out since she got back,"

"How long was I gone?" he asked. He didn't know how much time had passed after the explosion.

"You were missing for ten days, honey. Now go to her." His mom still had tears in her eyes.

"I love you, mom," said Percy. "I'll miss you."

"You can come see me from time to time," she said. " And I have Paul, so don't worry. Goodbye son"

Percy took one more look at his mom, before he closed his eyes and visualized himself at Camp Half-Blood.

When he opened his eyes, he was standing in the stables on a pile of horse poop.

How did you like it? Yes, Percy becomes a god... If you have any suggestion as to what kind of god he should be, tell me! I was thinking god of sea breeze, but other ideas are welcome!

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