A/N Man! I was not expecting all of the support on the last chapter! Thank you everyone so much!

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All I own is the plot.

1 Month Later

3:00 Quantico

Percy POV

"Hand over your pistol, Jackson." The sullen looking officer said, holding out his hand. Percy pulled out his M9, and handed it over to the officer. He snatched it out of his hand, giving him a glare at the same time.

"You should've known this discharge was coming after that stunt you pulled in Afghanistan." I gave him a glare of my own, and briskly walked out of the office. First I went to my room and started to gather my things. While packing up I couldn't help but look at the picture of my Mom and I after the fight with Gaea.

"Wont be doing much fighting ever again with... This" I muttered looking at what was once my right arm. Over the month that had passes since the accident, he still had trouble coming to terms with it. Once all of his things were in his suitcase, he decided it was time to go. Packing his suit case into the trunk of his Sudan.

"Bet i'm not getting a US Veteran sticker" He thought sarcastically, looking at the units patrolling on the streets. Hopping in his car, he thought about what he should do next. The Greek world was starting to look like a better option, but he was absolutely not going to fight for them again. He was done being a mindless drone doing higher-ups bidding. Without thinking where he was going he realized he was outside his Mom's apartment. "Guess I could stay with her for a bit" It had been a while since he had seen his mom, and he was nervous. Would she be disgusted with him being dishonorably discharged? What about his arm? Parking the car, he walked up the front steps. Stepping inside the lobby, he could smell the dust and mold billowing through the air, leaving a musty scent. Walking towards his mom's room, he started to get a tingling feeling in his spine. He heard loud thumping in her room, and a muffled scream. He pulled out his concealed Glock 18 and kicked open the door. Quickly looking around the room he took it all in: Toppled lamp, shattered glass table, and mess all over the room. The screams were coming from the bedroom, and he breached the door. Inside the bedroom there were too hulking figures standing over someone. Mom! He quickly shot two rounds into each of the figures, only for them to turn towards him and reveal one eye. Fuck. That's all Percy could think before they charged at him forcing him to turn back. His knife was in his car, and he had no options. That's when he remembered something. The AK47! Remembering his trophy from the Terrorist cyclops, he pulled on the emblem and and the gun appeared in his hands. One of the cyclops charged him with a trident. A trident? That means- He got no chance to think as the cyclops stabbed at him with the trident. He quickly dived backwards onto the floor, holding up his feet to stop the cyclops charge. While the cyclops tried to recover from the sudden change in his position, he shot to celestial bronze bullets into it. Wheres the second? His stomach dropped as he realized it was still with his mom. Rushing into the room he saw the cyclops and his mom disappeared into a sea mist while she uttered one word. Wife. Wife? What could she mean by that? Wait a second... Trident, cyclops, sea mist. She's been kidnapped by Poseidon... to be his wife! Holy Hades this is bad. This is really, really, bad. If his mom had been kidnapped by Poseidon, that was like a slap to the face from Olympus itself. He was being thrust back into the mythical world and he had no choice about it. Years of service had changed him from the goofy boy he was as a teen, into the cold, calculated soldier he was now. He knew his mom wasn't in any immediate trouble, but he would not stand for this. He was finally going to go through with the plan he had been thinking about for years. He was going to wage war against Olympus. Thinking back on it he remembered why he had left that world behind. After the war against Gaea, the 7 heroes had been called back to Olympus.

Flashback

"Because of your heroic efforts, the world has been saved once again." Zeus said, "We gods are willing to bestow upon all of you one gift. Yes, that includes godhood." When he said that, everyone's eyes lit up. 6 out of the 7 demigods already knew what they were going to choose. "Well, lets start with my son. Jason. What do you wish?"

"I choose godhood, Father."

"Very well my son, as you wish." When he said that, a beam of light came out of hand, and enveloped Jason's entire figure. When the light died down a loud voice boomed through the entire throne room.

"Jason Grace, minor god of winds, storms, and light." Everyone looked in awe as he stood back in line with the other heroes. All of the other demigods chose immortality, until only Annabeth and Percy were left. The rest of their titles were as following:

"Piper Mclean, minor god of beauty, grace, and love."

"Hazel Levesque, minor goddess of metals, gems, and earth."

"Frank Zang, minor god of transformation, war, and animals"

"Leo Valdez, minor god of fire, building, and forges." Once all the titles were done, Percy and Annabeth were the only two left.

"Annabeth Chase, we gods have decided that if you accept, you will become the official architect of Olympus. Do you accept godhood?" Annabeth looked over at Percy, but seeing the look on his face, she quickly turned back.

"I accept."

Percy POV

I felt like I had been sucker-punched when Annabeth chose godhood. We had talked about how we wanted to grow old together, that wont happen now. He muttered, looking sullenly at the ground.

"Perseus Jackson, what is your wish?" Zeus asked, happy with himself.

"Lord Zeus, I respectfully decline." When he said those words, everyone in the throne room gasped.

"How dare you decline again? Are we not good enough?" Bellowed Zeus, glaring at the young hero.

"I'm sorry Lord Zeus, but I request one thing instead."

"And what would that be, exactly?"

"I request to be left alone." Percy replied easily, already shuffling towards the throne room door.

"So you can betray us? Absolutely not!" Zeus yelled, angrily grabbing his master bolt. "You are to valuable of an asset to lose."

Percy felt disgusted. After all he had done for them, they couldn't give him just this? These egotistical gods are going to be their own end. He was angry he ever fought for them.

"You know what, you gods are sick. I'm ashamed I ever fought for you. There is only a few of you I still have any respect for," He said glancing at Hestia and Hades, "The rest of you can rot in tartarus."

"HOW DARE YOU" Zeus bellowed, pulling out his master bolt. "I will NOT stand for this!" He drew back the bolt and released it with all his might. Percy closed his eyes and prepared for death. The last thing he remembered was a voice saying,

"You are destined to change them, young hero." and the world went black.