As I ran towards the doors, I saw a collapsed centaur.
"Chiron!" I yelled. "Get him help!" I called to the survivors.
I run at the wall, hearing a bark. I backflipped onto the back of a hellhound.
"Go, Mrs. O'Leary!" I yelled.
As she climbed the walls of the Empire State, the palaces of Olympus came into my view.
We reached the top, and I glared at the elevator door. As it opened, I charged Kronos. He was surprised, backing into the wall. As I stabbed at every single point, he seemed weakened. He fell to the ground as I stabbed his armpit. His armpit was shredded, and ichor was everywhere.
"Good job, Percy." Said Luke, his eyes restored to their natural color.
"Thanks, Luke. Kronos manipulated you. It's not your fault." I responded, sitting down next to him.
"Annabeth? Is she ok?" He asked me.
"Kronos was to swift." I said.
He pulled his shoes off, and I saw they had tattered wings.
"A gift from dad, when the war began. He tried to turn me." He stated.
"I will take care of them." I said, starting to feel miserable.
*
The monsters are gone, murdered by the gods. Typhon was washed up in the waves caused by my anger. He was weakened to the point of near death. The old sea gods retreated in fear.
As the gods entered the main throne room, I stood.
"Perseus. What happened?" Asked my father.
"I fought against Kronos all by myself. When Kronos was dead, Luke gave me these." I said, holding out the shoes.
"Perseus. Give us a moment to confer about this." Zeus said.
A half-hour later, the 14 olympians stood before me.
"Perseus. We will grant you any wish in our power. We swear it on the Styx." They said in unison.
"I wish all gods were allowed to communicate with their children, and descendants. This could've stopped a war. Those dead enemy demigods felt betrayed. Never shall that happen again. All gods shall have a place for their children at camp. All of them." I said. The gods smiled.
"That and one more, Perseus. Do not deny this. You can not. We shall do what you asked, and make you a god." Said Athena.
"Rise, Perseus, god of heroes, redemption, perseverance, belief, and trust. Choose your weapon." Said Hera about two minutes later. As I stood, my pen grew in my hands.
"I thank you." I said.