Chapter 1 Third Person POV

The battlefield was littered, with broken shields, swords, and bodies. Annabeth and Percy were fighting side by side. Both of them had cuts all over themselves and were exhausted but somehow alive. They had been fighting for hours against a single enemy. They had already lost so many people, Grover, Thalia, Reyna, Hazel, Leo, Piper, and many, many more. The attack on the camp had started at about 5 a.m. and had not gotten any better. Percy was getting all of his strength from the sea and was getting more tired by the second. Fighting was harder on Percy than it was years ago. Percy was now 33 and had been married to Annabeth for ten years. They had two kids, a boy, and a girl. They were what Percy kept fighting for and he was not ready to give up because if he did, they all died. Tartarus kept pushing back relentlessly. Had risen out of the ground bringing with him a spirit of misery and loss of hope. This is what they had been dreading for years. Where are the gods you may ask, well them being buttheads thought that their presence was not allowed because of the prophecy? When this is all over Percy thought I am going to give them a piece of my mind. A monster came towards Percy and with a tired flick of his blade it crumpled to dust but it just went into the enemy, making him stronger. This is why the battle was the last for many, even if you kill the monsters you simply give the enemy food. The bottom line, it looked as though there was no way to win. He heard a scream but ignored it, if he had gone after every scream he wouldn't have been in the same spot for more than a couple of seconds. Tartarus kept fighting, sending out rocks, poison, whatever he wanted. It is over Percy thought. He looked up for the first time and saw that only he and two others remained standing. He, Nico, and Annabeth were the lone survivors. Tartarus took joy in this knowing that he would get to personally kill the demigods who defied him in his domain. He started with Nico, by clouding in a spew of poison, When it settled di Angelo was dead on the ground. Next, he turned to the dynamic duo. Annabeth was holding Percy's hand in goodbye but he wouldn't let that happen. For all, he knew he still had kids far away waiting for him and their mom. Tartarus shot a poisoned rock at the duo but Percy deflected it. He tried again but Percy deflected it once more. Tartarus realized he needed something bigger. He shot a column of rock the width of a water bottle but the length of a car. Percy knew he couldn't deflect this one. He tried to tackle Annabeth but he missed it. He hit the ground and rolled. When he stood up he looked to his left. What he saw broke him. Annabeth's face still wore the familiar expression of deadly determination but it had become vacant. The six-foot rock was jutting out of her stomach the poison killing her that much faster. By the time Percy had walked over, she was dead. Rage like nothing he had ever felt before built up inside of him. Tartarus simply laughed in amusement. His body's face was red and his body looked like it was made of rocks with lava underneath. The brightness under his skin glowed brighter as more and more fighters died. He seemed to grow stronger with every death of a monster. They were returning to his essence and strengthening him in the process. The more monsters killed the brighter he glowed, the brighter he glowed the more power he had. It was a blinding white now but Percy neither noticed nor cared. Percy knew what had to be done no matter what the better part of him said. Percy knew the only way to defeat him was unnatural but he had done it once before. His blood he thought. Tartarus blood Wasnt blood per se, it was a combination of all kinds of rivers, rivers that could be controlled. He closed his eyes in concentration then opened them. They had a new glow to them, it was pure anger. Percy raised both of his hands and Tartarus began to float upwards. The anger in Percy's eyes was so powerful that even Tartarus was scared. Percy crossed his hand in a kind of x and Tartarus wailed in pain. The blood inside of him was swirling around. Then Percy stole one last glance at the beast before uncrossing his hand and swinging them to his sides. As he did this Tartarus exploded, the reminisce of his blood flying everywhere. If anyone else had been alive they would have been killed because of the rivers that made up the blood. Percy was fine though, he simply willed himself to be dry. The glass that had broken so many years ago was now shattered beyond repair. Percy simply radiated angry power. His normally sea-green eyes turned to a murky sea color. He stood there, in silence, in pain, for what seemed like an eternity but was only a matter of seconds. Then the gods started to descend, they created a circle around Percy, the son of Poseidon. They radiated power but it was nothing compared to Percy. They all did something no one would expect, they kelt. All of the 12 Olympians were down on one knee as minor gods started to flood in. They were all dumbfounded to see the most powerful being keeling before a mortal but they all followed suit. In a matter of minutes, hundreds of immortal beings were kneeling before Perseus Jackson, the half-blood that had defeated Tartarus. Soon they began to rise as they all flashed away to Olympus.

The Olympian throne room was eerily quiet. All immortal beings were there, minus the titans and primordials. The throne room now looked like an NFL stadium, with hundreds of rows of seats going upwards. Each seat was huge, about 10 feet tall. In the middle of the stadium was a crescent of seats along the 50-yard line. In the middle of them stood a lone figure. Percy Jackson's expression was blank but his eyes were terrifying. The normally kind, sea-green eyes were now a violent shade of dark green. You could practically feel the anger coming from them. The Olympians finally flashed into the room. Zeus called for attention even though there was no need to. Zeus looked at his fellow Olympians for a confirming gaze then stood to speak.

"Fellowed gods!" he said, his voice thundering throughout the stadium. "Today, we have experienced a terrible loss. Almost all of the demigod population died today at the hand of Tartarus." A moment of silence followed as several gods broke down in silent tears. This was not the first time they had lost demi-gods but they had never lost this many. The only god who had a child was Poseidon. Though they had not checked how things were at Camp Jupiter, they feared things were just as bad.

"There has only been one greek demi-god to make it out of this war," Zeus said, gesturing to Percy.

"For this, with the full approval of the Olympian council, we would like to not only give immortality to Peruses but Olympian godhood status." The silence following his statement was deafening.