The battle for Olympus was over. The demigods had won the battle, but there had been high casualties. Nearly half of cabin eleven had been killed in the violence, and most of Aphrodite's children had been obliterated by various monsters and debris in the battle, Silena having several deep, painful looking wounds. Many children of Apollo had been targeted, being the camp's field medics. Pollux from Cabin Twelve had fallen to an arrow to the heart. Several of Demeter's kids had died, and all of them were hurt in some way. Even some of the hunters had died, unprepared for monsters so well organized. Most of Hephaestus', Athena's, and Ares' children had made it though with moderate to minor wounds. They looked smaller though, and weary with battle fatigue.

Percy didn't really understand what exactly he had done to Kronos, and probably never would. One moment he had hit Kronos in Luke's mortal spot, the next moment there were two people there. One was normal Luke, shivering and exhausted, the other was a face that he had never seen before, Kronos.

Hestia quickly came out from her fire, and several nature spirits rushed up with a magical golden net and laid it on Kronos, trapping him within its power. The net that had held Zeus during the small coup to make him be a better leader. It was clear that Hestia had been preparing for this for a long time.

"Why do this daughter?" Kronos said after what was either a few moments or a few hours of struggling, "You could be a great and powerful goddess with me. Instead, you're your siblings fire maid." It was a last ditch effort to get free in manipulating his daughter.

Hestia replied coldly and calmly, "I would rather be a poor man's servant under gods than the queen of the titans." Cheering erupted from our side at her statement.

While Kronos was struggling with the net, Luke tried to make a run for it. Thinking fast, Charles Beckendorf tackled him.

"Your lighting your own funeral pyre, you know?" Luke groaned as Beckendorf got off him and pulled him to his feet, "They don't care about anyone but themselves. They claim us, then expect us to do their dirty work."

A chill ran down Percy's back as Luke said that, remembering his second summer at camp and Hermes sending him on a mission to save Luke.

"Do you think the Titans would be any better? At least our parents put in a helping hand for us every once in awhile. That's probably more than the titans would do," Beckendorf retorted.

It was then that thunder roared. They could all see what was going outside from within the throne room. The sight was amazing. Their Olympians parents were circling Typhon, shooting various weapons of immense power. It didn't seem to be slowing Typhon down though, he just kept walking west.

Typhon stepped into the Hudson river, and Zeus took out his master bolt. Zeus took aim, not a Typhon, but the river below them, and let go. When the bolt hit the water, there was so much energy released that we could see the electrical current with ease. Typhon let out a horrible scream before dissolving into a dust storm. Percy didn't need his powers to tell him that a lot of fish died in that attack. Percy noticed out of the corner of his eye that Zeus had materialized into the throne room as Typhon dissolved.

"Come, we have much to discuss," he thundered. In the blink of an eye, the other Olympians were in their thrones, along with Hades in the shadows, much rather spending this time wife over squabbling with family.

"What must we speak of now, father?" Mr. D sighed, clearly wishing he was someplace else.

"They have gone to far for the last time. They demand training, aid, and a place to live. Yet when they have had their fill of food and drink, they refuse to have anything to do with us, or even worse: they try to wrestle power from us. Brother, wasn't only hours ago that your own son took seat upon your own chair?" Zeus said.

"Yes, but…" Poesidon started to say before he was interrupted.

"Proof that they neither respect nor appreciate us!" Zeus declared, "Punishment shall be eternal servitude!"

"Father, if I may bring to light that a large number of demigods–" Athena started.

"Quite! My judgement is final or so help me I will cast you down from Olympus myself!" Zeus interrupted. That quieted her down real fast.

"Before we continue, does anyone else have something to say about this? Choose your words wisely now, we don't want anyone to have to regret what they say here," Zeus warned.

A round of grumbled noes went around the room, no one really wanting to test how far Zeus would take his threat.

Zeus then seemed to notice the demigods for the first time. "What are all of you still doing here? Leave us alone, you don't need to hear this," he said before waiving them out into the surrounding courtyards.

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Percy found Nico in one of the courtyards, and sat down next to him.

"Percy, I'm scared," Nico said with a sudden tremble in his voice.

"Why?" Percy asked, surprised that he would actually tell me this.

"I spent sixty years in the Lotus Hotel. Sixty years, and all I had after that besides the clothing on my back was my sister and my name. I lost a lifetime in there. If Zeus really means what he said about servitude, then I'll never get to start over."

He didn't know what to say to him after that. What do you say to the boy who's lost everything?

There was one thing that Percy did understand about their world after that. Demigods are neither be mortal men or god, but they belong to both worlds. They were heroes, supposedly allowed to go anywhere we had the nerve to go, but they weren't supposed to leave camp without permission from Mr. D. He was starting to get sick of the hypocrisy There was no way in hell that he was going to be any god's slave for the rest of his life, whether Zeus accepted that or not.

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Author's Note: Yes, random characters never died, but that is why this is more of an AU than an alternative ending.