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Percy's POV

Zoë left, and I laid on the ground for another minute or two, thinking. If Luke was here, was anyone else I might know?

I took a minute to get up and try to fix my appearance. If I'm supposed to be a "great warrior" (to quote Luke), then I can't show up looking like I had just woken up with drool still on my cheek.

It took me another minute to find the dining hall. Yes, I know it was just at the end of the hall, but I ended up getting all turned around and started walking the wrong way. Not my finest moment.

I hope my late appearance can be considered "fashionably late". And I really hope it isn't super awkward when I arrive.

The fates weren't on my side. (Is it even the fates still? Aren't I above them? Does some other destiny deity hate me too?)

I pushed open the heavy door to the dining hall, it squeaking every couple of inches. Suddenly, all eyes were on me.

There were at least ten tables packed with people, even some people that didn't really resemble humans. They had blue skin, green skin, unnaturally white skin, tan skin. Orange eyes, red eyes, pink eyes, blue eyes. Pink hair, blue hair, green hair, blond hair. There was one small group of people (maybe four or five) that had large puffy orange hair, and a strange mix of tan and orange skin. I frowned slightly looking at them, thinking that maybe i had seen a person like that before in the mortal world.

For at least good solid two minutes I stood alone in the doorway. Everyone kelt staring at me, apparently "drinking in my appearance", as I was told later. Except for those that knew me (examples: Zoë, Pontus, Aether, Luke, Chaos). Gods know what they were doing. Probably snickering at me. Those jerks, letting me lose my dignity.

Finally, I was saved by a girl dressed in a flowing black cloak. She stood up from her table, which had other people in cloaks (mostly black), and addressed the crowd. "Soldiers, this is the strongest warrior you will ever meet!"

They cheered. Several took their drinks and thrust them into the air in a bar-style salute.

"He was exiled by the gods to be tortured for eternity in Tartarus, but he escaped from his tormentor Iapetus!"

They cheered again.

"He risked his life to save his female comrade when facing a drakon, which turned out to be Lord Chaos, who was disguised to test the two!" She paused for grammatical effect. There was dead silence in the room. "... And they passed!"

The loudest cheer yet came from the assembled troops.

"What's his name?" A person with blue skin yelled from a table towards the back, leaping up onto the tabletop to be heard.

By now, the girl in the cloak had made her way over to wear I stood. I couldn't see her face due to the hood, but she leaned down to whisper to me. "What do you want your codename to be? You'll be called that on missions and outside of this palace."

I thought for a moment. This codename I choose will stick with me throughout my entire career in this army. That's how everyone outside of this army will know me. My allies and enemies...

"I'll be Raven," I decided. Dark as night, sometimes sinister, and has the one of the best poems written about it. (Don't judge me; I've read Edgar Allen Poe's poetry.)

The girl nodded in acceptance. She straightened up and announced to the troops, "His codename shall be Raven!"

They cheered.

A girl with green skin stood up on her table in the middle of the room. "What's his real name?" She asked loudly. There was silence.

The cloaked girl next to me looked at me. Or, I assume she did. "Do you want to tell them?" She whispered, but I had a feeling that in the almost-suffocating silence, everyone could hear her.

I contemplated that question for another moment. I was ready to leave that life, the life of Perseus Jackson, behind. But I owe it to them to be honest. Maybe...

I whispered back, "I'll let them know my name, only if they all swear that they'll never call me by it unless I give them specifically permission."

The girl nodded, repeating my statement in a louder voice for all to hear. After a second, they all swore on various rivers and deities to abide by my guidelines.

The girl nodded her head to me. "You wanna do the honors?" I took a deep breath, nodded, then took a step forwards.

"My name is Perseus Jackson!" I yelled out. "The former son of Poseidon!"

There was no cheer this time. All we were left with was deafening silence, so silent that I could hear a girl drop her stud earring on the floor in the very back of the hall.

Finally, a short man with pale colored hair spoke up. "The Perseus Jackson, the one that defeated the Minotaur?"

I nodded. "Yes."

Suddenly, the dining hall erupted into noise, everyone asking twenty different questions at once.

"The one who beat Ares in a fight at the age of twelve?" "The one that returned the Master Bolt to Zeus?" "The one that survived the Sea of Monsters?" "The one that held up the sky?" "The one that navigated the labyrinth?" "The one that led a small army against the forces of Kronos?" "The one that defeated Kronos in the Olympus throne room?" "The one that had his memory taken by Hera?" "The one that became praetor of Camp Jupiter?" "The one that survived Tartarus with his girlfriend?" "The one that battled against Gaea and her Giants?" And several other questions.

Not all of them were that realistic though. I heard a few shouts of "The one that's secretly a merman?" Oops, guess it's not a secret anymore. (Don't take that seriously; I'm kidding.) Or "the one that's a serial killer on the Gastof?" I didn't even know that was a actual thing until it was shouted out. Or, my personal favorite, "the one that is secretly a robot being controlled by a miniature creature?"

I waited for everyone to calm down. People were jumping up and down, shouting at me, shouting at their friends, throwing food when two theories didn't agree.

Soon, it became apparent that they weren't quieting down any time soon. Taking matters into my own hands, I roared, "Silence!"

Immediately, everyone say down and shut up. It went from football bleachers when the team scores to the dead silence we had after I announced my name. All eyes were staring intently at me, which was slightly unnerving to say the least.

"My name is Perseus Jackson," I repeated. "I did defeat the Minotaur and Ares. I did return Zeus's lightning bolt, survive the Sea of Monsters, held up the sky, and travelled through the labyrinth. I did lead an army against Kronos's forces, although it was really a different person that had the killing blow on the Titan. My memory was taken, and I briefly served as praetor of Camp Jupiter. I did survive Tartarus with my girlfriend..." I flinched ever so slightly. "I also battled against Gaea and her Giants, along with doing several other things in my life."

I smirked slightly in amusement. "I, however, am not a merman, a serial killer, or a robot controlled my a tiny creature." The people that yelled out those conspiracies groaned in disappointment. I heard the person with the robot theory mutter, "That's what they all say."

My stomach rumbled, yelling at me for chating with everyone instead of stuffing my face. Politely, I excuses myself.

"I'm hungry, so I'm going to go eat. For any other questions, you know who I am."