AN: Percy's statue will be built like the one above. 'The Motherland Calls', built to commemorate the battle of Stalingrad in WWII. Also, most of this chapter is copied from the chapter, 'Heroes Get Remembered', from 'The Dark Lord', by TheMuffinMan6969, or as I call him, GROOONGOOOOOO!!! Go and follow him. Also, while you're at it, please follow me too, I just need a few more for reaching 100 followers!
Time: A Few Hours Later
Pov: First-person Poseidon
So he's gone. That's it? My boy is gone, just like that. My beard bristled with grey hairs as I gripped my trident with shaky hands. The room was silent, as the gods sat on their thrones not saying a word.
The world was in mourning. We won the war, but at what cost? My son saved the world for the third time, but it finally caught up with him. What was there to do?
I shed a tear, and looked down at my lap. Memories poured through my mind of all the times I'd been the proudest of him. When he completed his first quest and prevented a war. When he'd fought a titan, rescued a goddess, and survived to tell the tale. When he'd led the demigods into battle during the Second Titan War. When he single-handedly defeated my father and saved Olympus.
I looked back on when we'd fought together side by side against Gaea and her giants. I remembered how proud I was to see him become a god, and be crowned an Olympian. I followed him into battle, proud to fight by my favourite son's side. If only I knew what I'd see not too long after.
He was the only child of mine to ever make anything out of himself. Even Triton just spends his days flirting with the naiads and starting fights in Atlantis. Why did it have to be Percy?
Zeus broke the deafening silence in the room. "Are we ready?"
Zeus P.O.V.
Of all the heroes, it just had to be him. There will never be someone as good as Perseus, I just don't think it's possible. Especially if it's a demigod. He was the greatest hero we could ever ask for, and now he was gone, and I didn't know what lay in store for us.
From this point on, Olympus would be without its saviour, and we'd most likely fall back into the old days of paranoia, treachery and cruelty. He really was a shining star on Olympus. One that I know we'll never forget.
Enjoy Elysium, nephew.
-Zeus
Hera P.O.V.
I never liked the boy, that was no secret, and I won't pretend I did just because he's gone. Still, it's hard to believe that he was the greatest hero we ever could've had, as much as I don't like that thought. I tested him multiple times, and each time he came out victorious. It's hard to forget that, but equally hard to remember.
He was annoying, stubborn, disrespectful, ill-mannered, and too sarcastic for my liking. But still, he was a hero, one we'll never get back.
Rest easy, you annoying brat
-Hera
Demeter P.O.V.
Well, I never had much to do with the boy. By far the best of my brother's children, and he's come through for us more than a few times. No doubt that without him, we likely wouldn't still be here today, or at least not in the positions of power we currently have.
He'd always become so awkward when I reminded him to eat cereal, not that he needed to. He did well, that's all I can really say.
Thank you for the, what, 17th time?
-Demeter
Ares P.O.V.
I hated him. I hated him with every bone in my body. Even with that, I have to congratulate him on the skill he had. I don't like to talk about it, but it's not exactly a secret, so I'll bring it up. He, a mere boy, bested me, the God of War, in a fight at age 12. I was having a bad day.
I admire his skill, bravery, and calmness about everything. I must admit, if I'd been put in his shoes, I would've gone mad and tried to destroy Olympus after the third or fourth year.
It was an honour to fight by your side, punk.
-Ares
Athena P.O.V.
Alright, I may not have liked him, but I'll give him this. He was a hero, perhaps not a smart one, but a hero nonetheless. I remember how my daughter had been so head-over-heels in love with him, then my sister. I'll never see why. He was as daft a cabbage as they come.
Still, the pros have to outweigh the cons. When Olympus was being buried beneath the rubble and wrecks, he held onto us. He was the one who saved us, no matter what way you look at it. And I guess, from that point of view, it's not hard to see why my sister was so smitten with him.
Farewell, Jackson.
-Athena
Apollo P.O.V.
I mean, how can you hate the guy? He defeated gods, titans, giants, primordials, all with nothing but his sword and maybe a little help. He fell into Tartarus for the girl he loved, or thought he loved anyways. He managed to charm my little older sister Artemis, a feat worthy of godhood on its own.
He was cool, I like him. I know most people on the council didn't openly like him, but we all had a soft spot for the guy, there's no denying it. Just sad that I couldn't take him out so we could be each other's wingmen before he decided to like my sister. He would've gotten all the girls for me, though whether they would've preferred me or him is debatable. I can tell you're gonna be the subject of a lot of my songs from now on. You were a great guy, Perce.
See ya, cuz!
-Apollo
Hephaestus P.O.V.
Probably one of the few demigods I truly respected. He always treated me and my children fairly, where others wouldn't. He honoured my son, Charlie, so I think it's only fair I do the same.
We never had much in common, but I still have to admit the lad was good at heart. He always wanted nothing more than to help those he truly cared for, which was basically anyone who spoke to him and didn't want to tear him apart.
Wish you all the best, lad
-Hephaestus
Aphrodite P.O.V.
This is the first time I've truly been sad about a death in a long time, not since that hotshot Helios faded. You were one hunk of a man, Percy. It's too bad my sister got to you before I could. I really wish you could've been mine, but hey, who am I to interfere with true love?
I wasn't in the room when it happened, but I knew when it happened, because of the immense heartbreak that was felt throughout the room when they found you. A pity I didn't get to see you off
Au Revoir, Handsome
-Aphrodite
Hermes P.O.V.
Seriously, of all people, why did it have to be him? We could've been such good friends, if only he decided to stick around longer. I remember watching him as a kid, as weird as that sound, running around with his friend and just… winning. There wasn't any thought to it, he just came, he saw, and he got out alive.
I guess that really sums Percy up, doesn't it? Well Percy, wish we could've gotten to know each other better.
Bye, Perce!
-Hermes
Dionysus P.O.V.
As much as we hated each other, and I know he hated me, the feeling was mutual, we did have a lot in common. We were both charming, brave, legendary demigods who didn't care what was to come, just that we wanted to survive that day. We didn't worry about the future, just half-focused on the present.
Then suddenly, we're gods, and everything just seems to slow down. I remember the first time he walked into my camp, and I knew he wouldn't last a week. I was wrong, obviously, but even though all he did, that feeling never disappeared. I never had any doubt that he'd be dead by the next day, every day for about five years.
It wasn't until he became a god that I sat back and thought, 'Wow, the kid made it.'
Goodbye, a true legend among idiots
-Dionysus
Hades P.O.V.
He was the worst that the demigod race had to offer. He was annoying, tone-deaf, way too lucky for his own good, and a complete idiot. But still, he was probably the best that the demigod race could ever provide.
A hero, that's what he was. He outshone me and my children, which was extremely frustrating, but he still saved us multiple times, so I guess I have to acknowledge that. He was probably the person who comes closest to achieving peace in our time, and he wasn't even big-headed about it.
While yes, sometimes it was hard to differ between bravery and stupidity for that boy, he had some good qualities. I hate to admit it, but he doesn't get enough credit for all the credit he gave us. Truly the model of what demigods should be, not that anyone will ever be nearly as good as him, perhaps one of my children will come close.
Rest in Peace, young hero
-Hades
Hestia P.O.V.
One of the only people to ever notice me sitting by the hearth on Olympus. I have so many words that I can use to express my respect, love and care for the boy. I loved him like he was my son. I won't tell all that I thought of him, however.
Just know that he was the most selfless, caring, respectful, funny, and powerful demigod that there ever was, and I doubt Olympus will ever forget you for all that you've done for us.
Sweet dreams, Percy
-Hestia
Poseidon P.O.V.
My boy, I could never be more proud of you. I could never be more proud of anyone. You were the light of my life. When I met your mother, I couldn't resist. I didn't care that I would be breaking a sacred rule, it's not like I would be the first. I knew that a great good would come out of it. I was right.
When I first laid my eyes on you, my baby boy, I was entranced. I knew at that moment that you were everything that I wanted my children to be. Your little sister was born recently, Percy, my first daughter in centuries. Thank you, Percy. If you hadn't stepped up and succeeded where we'd failed, she wouldn't get the chance of life that she has now.
I hope that my future children will be a glorious as you, but I know it's unlikely. You got most of it from your mother.
Goodnight, my boy.
-Poseidon
Optimus' P.O.V
Commander, I still remember that fateful day when I was reading about Roman myths and you turned up. All I saw at that time was a slim teenager, claiming to be a god. I remember how you told me about my mother, and took me in. The First Transformer, Optimus Prime, Leader of the Autobots, Bearer of the Matrix of Leadership.
I'll miss you. Hell, we all will. Maybe, you were closer to Team 1 than you were with me, but I still loved you. For giving me a home. For giving me a family. When I speak, I speak for all Autobots,
You lived a hero, Hot Rod.
- The Autobots
Megatron's P.O.V
Hot Rod. DO YOU HAVE ANY FREAKING IDEA HOW DIFFICULT IT IS TO WRITE WITH ONE HAND?!
I still remember my time in the mortal's arena, being tortured and forced to beat up others for their sick entertainment. I lived in a golden cage. A golden cage, down the garbage chute of a low-key restaurant in a shabby neighbourhood. Then you came along, and freed me, and my brothers. When my arm was bitten off by the drakon, you taught me how to make my own prosthetic arm. I chose to end it with a gun, because at that point in time, I thought it would look cool. I am Megatron, the Second Transformer, Leader of the Decepticons and Bearer of the Matrix of Conquest.
When I speak, I speak for all the Decepticons. When you return, you'll be beaten to a pulp, and made to answer for leaving us.
Waiting to pummel you, Hot Rod,
-The Decepticons
Soundwave P.O.V.
I seriously cried. Why did you have to go, uncle?
Shockwave is writing a textbook for future generations, about you.
Bombshell is crying his eyes out. I know his nightmares will be back.
Emperor Deathsaurus is talking about how you made him feel loved.
Barricade is silent. You saved him from his abusive dad.
Hound and Ironhide are firing random rounds into the air as the last salute.
Drift is crying for his sensei.
We'll follow in your footsteps, Hot Rod.
-Team 1
Artemis and Thalia P.O.V.
You're gone. You're really gone. We thought we'd have more time, no, we thought we'd have forever. But you're gone, and I'm all alone. Why now? Why you? So many questions race through my mind and I have no answers. We miss you, everyone misses you. Thalia and I miss you. I miss the feeling of your arms wrapped around me in your sweet embrace.
I waited for 4000 years for the right person, and I finally found him. Then, just like that, he was gone. I contemplated joining you, but I knew you'd be disappointed in me. Plus, I found another thing to live for.
I still cry at the thought of what we had, what we should have, of what we could have. We miss you, every day. Every hour. Every minute. We miss you, Percy. I'm glad I found you, I'm glad we got to be together, Percy. Even if it was only for a short amount of time. Also, about that other thing to live for, we did it, Percy. Your legacy will live on. I'm pregnant, Percy. So is Thalia.
I'm pregnant with a child who's going to grow up without a father.
Well, Percy, I guess this is it. I love you. I hope we will see each other again, perhaps not too soon. I know that the next time we meet, it will be only happiness and sadness. I happily await that day, but maybe it can wait a little bit longer, if you don't mind.
I love you, Percy
-Artemis
And I'm waiting for you to come back so that I and my child can have our turn at killing you.
Love,
-Thalia
I finished scratching off my message onto the tomb, tears running freely down my face. He was gone, and I had to accept that. I placed a hand on my stomach, even more tears pouring out. This child would grow up without the love of a father. Thanks, Fates.
Thalia helped me up, and we stood by the others, looking at the large statue. Athena and Hephaestus were working on a statue of him that would be placed just on the edge of Olympus so that Percy could greet all friends and warn all enemies who stepped in Olympus. A fitting tribute to the greatest hero we'd ever seen.
My eyes ran over all the messages scrawled out over the tomb. Mine was directly under the name, which read his name and titles in clear, engraved markings.
Perseus Jackson, Son of Poseidon and Sally Jackson, Retriever of Zeus' Bolt, Survivor of the Sea of Monsters, Holder of the Sky, Love of Artemis, Navigator of the Labyrinth, Bane of the Titans, Slayer of Kronos, Ex-Praetor of the Twelfth Legion, Former Councillor of the Poseidon Cabin, Leader of Camp Half-Blood, Bane of the Giants, Slayer of Gaea, the 15th Olympian, First General of the Armies of Olympus, Bane of Monsters, Slayer of Erebus, Three-Time Saviour of Olympus, a Good Friend, Son and Husband
Wow, he really did a lot. It's amazing that a mere demigod could accomplish so much. Of course, he did, he was my demigod.
One by one, we all left the statue, paying our final respects to Percy. When it was just me left, I wiped a tear and walked out. Before I left, I looked back, and blew one final kiss towards the tomb. I like to think he was there, watching, and that he caught it.
Goodbye Percy. I love you.
? P.O.V.
I sat by the statue, the celestial bronze dagger in my hand. With my tongue poking out in frustration, I looked at all the words scribbled onto the rock and thought about mine. Surprisingly a lizard had turned up on our doorstep, carrying two Celestial Bronze Daggers. Mum said that they were sent from Dad.
What would I write? This was important, probably the only time I'll ever be able to do this, so I wanted to make it count. I thought about all the important people in my life, about how privileged I was, and started to scratch in my words on the tomb.
Dear Percy
I've heard a lot about you. I heard you died in the war, protecting Cybertron, and ensuring that people like me could be alive. I guess I should thank you for that, even though I don't remember it. Mom said I was too young to remember anything like that. As far as I can remember, it's been peaceful, and I like it that way.
We have a few things in common, or so I hear. Mom's always talking about how I could be the next 'Percy Jackson', but I don't see that happening. I'm good at fighting, but sometimes I don't really understand things. Mom tried to teach me how to read and write, but I could only understand Greek. English is just too hard for me.
I hope that wouldn't make you think any less of me. I try, I really do, but sometimes I just can't. Mom says you also used to do that, but I doubt it. From what I've heard, it seems strange that you'd be as silly as people say. I always imagined you like Hercules, strong, mean, and full of yourself. People say you weren't though, so that makes me happy.
Most people say you didn't get your coolness from your dad, but from your mom. I never got to meet her. I don't think I will, though it would be nice. I don't even know who she is, where she is, or if she'd even know who I am.
Mom was mad at you for a long time. Especially just before I was born, apparently. Apollo said she was just being silly. Apollo always makes me laugh, he's funny, like you. I see your statue when mom takes me to the market. You look nice, and like you could beat up a lot of guys. Mom always laughs when I say that.
Some days Mom doesn't want to talk about you at all, she gets sad. Some days you're all she wants to talk about, and she seems happy. I like those days better, because she'll tell me about you. Everyone always talks about the things you did, but only she talks about who you were. She always talks about how you were too stupid for your own good, and now you're gone. I'm not mad, though. I am happy you did what you did, because otherwise, I wouldn't be here, and Mom wouldn't either.
Even though I've never met you, I feel like you've had a big impact on my life, and I'm glad. You saved us. Thank you. Thank you not only for that, but for giving my Mom someone to love. I love you too, Daddy. Maybe we'll see each other someday. Not now though, Mom would be sad.
Love,
Your daughter.
I looked up towards the name of the tomb, and scratched in a slight correction.
"Sister? You done?" My sister called out to me from the entrance. She was keeping watch while I wrote our message. I ran to her, whispering, "Quick, mum will be worried." Together, we ran through the crowded streets to our house. Mum said that it was our dad's house, back when the Transformers were in another mountain. I love them, currently, they are led by Uncles Soundwave and Shockwave.
The statue faced the edge of Olympus, his khopesh raised towards the sky. However, it's face was turned back, and its arm was stretched out towards the rest of Olympus, as if helping us to go forward. The statue was taller than the throne room, its sword among the clouds. From there, one could see the entire state of New York, in the mortal country they called America. The statue was of-
Perseus Jackson, Son of Poseidon and Sally Jackson, Retriever of Zeus' Bolt, Survivor of the Sea of Monsters, Holder of the Sky, Love of Artemis, Navigator of the Labyrinth, Bane of the Titans, Slayer of Kronos, Ex-Praetor of the Twelfth Legion, Former Councillor of the Poseidon Cabin, Leader of Camp Half-Blood, Bane of the Giants, Slayer of Gaea, the 15th Olympian, First General of the Armies of Olympus, Bane of Monsters, Slayer of Erebus, Three-Time Saviour of Olympus, a Good Friend, Son and Husband, and the Best Dad in the World.
AN: So, I got Grongo's permission for copying it. Go, and check out his newest story Pure Evil, its grade A cocaine.Also, I signed DAVID BECKHAM IN PES!!Keep calm and CR7!! Keep calm and LM10!! (Messi)
