In which perfect people are simply to perfect to be in this world.

zynaofthenight doesn't own PJO…but Rick Riordan does…

Perfection

The camp was in chaos.

Somehow, even though it was nearly impossible, a random pack of hellhounds magically transported themselves past the border of Camp Half-Blood and started attacking everyone in sight.

Needless to say, that didn't go so well with the campers.

Percy wiped the sweat from his brow and continued fighting a hellhound. "We…need…help…" he gasped. Suddenly, he fell over, his arm bleeding, even though Percy had bathed in the River Styx and was now invulnerable.

People were getting wounded everywhere, and it looked like a whole generation of demigods were about to get wiped out.

Then, a sparkling glitter of light awashed the heavens, and a beautiful girl appeared from the clouds. Sweeping her arm gracefully, she uttered a command in a silvery, melodic voice, and all the hellhounds disappeared, the cabins were re-built, and all the campers were healed again.

"Wow…" Percy said, gazing up at the girl. "She looks…so goddess-like…"

The girl alighted the ground, a calm, peaceful expression on her porcelain face. "I am Celeste," she said angelically.

Chiron trotted up to her, bowing his head. "Celeste," he asked. "Are you a half-blood?"

The girl looked perplexed, though the puzzled expression on her face only made her more beautiful than ever. "I…I really don't know," she murmured sadly, and all the campers sighed to hear of such a deep tragedy.

Nico stared at the girl. "She must be the perfect one for me!" he gasped, even though it wasn't very probable that Nico would fall in love with anyone.

Percy pushed Nico aside, and gazed longingly at the new girl. "No!" he declared. "She's perfect for me."

Somehow, Annabeth wasn't offended by that, even though she should be.

Suddenly, a multitude of signs appeared above the girl, shining with a strong, beaming light.

Chiron read the signs out loud, a look of wonder growing on his face with each godly parent.

"Zeus…Poseidon…Hades…Athena…Aphrodite…Artemis…Dionysus…Hestia…Hermes…Apollo…Hera…Ares…Hephastaus…Demeter…Celeste, my child, you are a child of all the Olympians! You are a goddess!"

A gasp of surprise and pleasure came over the campers.

For some reason, it was suddenly possible for fourteen gods and goddesses to somehow have one child with all their genes…a rather disturbing thought that does not need to be extended upon.

"Oh!" said Celeste, looking surprised. "I'm so honored!"

"Celeste is a name of the heavenly," said Chiron solemnly, "and you, indeed, are heavenly. Arise, Celeste, goddess of the heavens!"

The campers all cheered.

Celeste started crying, delicate tears of silver running down her cheeks.

"What's wrong?" the crowd gasped.

She cried on, in the most perfect way ever. "My gods…if I'm a goddess, then I cannot be at this wonderful camp and meet all these wonderful demigods! No!"

She waved her hand dramatically, showing her anguish and distress at this. The crowd was torn too, as they realized the dark meaning of not having such a lovely goddess with them.

"What is this?" Mr. D had come out, and was now standing there, staring at Celeste.

"Oh, Dionysus!" said Celeste in an airy voice. "I have finally met you! What a great chance!"

Dionysus's jaw dropped. "Whoa. Daughter."

"Oh, Dionysus, father!" cried Celeste. "I want to be here at Camp Half-Blood!"

Mr. D looked vaguely uncomfortable as he shook his head no. "Sorry, Celeste, but you're a goddess. Not a demigod."

The whispering amongst the campers grew. He called her by her real name. Oh my gods. That's amazing.

Celeste sobbed even harder, and everyone grew sad along with her. "Oh! But I want to!"

Dionysus cleared his throat. "There is a way, I guess."

She brightened up immediately and dried her tears. "Really? Tell me! Please!"

Her voice carried out into the air, light, melodic, and like silvery bells in the breeze.

Dionysus nodded. "Yes. A way. I can get the Olympians to turn you mortal and then you shall be a demigod."

"Oh!" she laughed. "I want that! Please!"

Mr. D shrugged. "Very well, then. Celeste, please follow me."

He inserted his key card into the air, and he and Celeste disappeared, transporting to Olympus.

"Dionysus!" boomed Zeus. "Who is this?

Celeste looked up at the king of the skies with great respect. "I am Celeste, a daughter of you and all the Olympians, Lord Zeus. I would like you to grant me permission to be a demigod at Camp Half-Blood."

Zeus frowned. "But you, dear Celeste, are too beautiful to be a simple demigod. You should remain a goddess."

She started crying again, tears of misery running down her cheeks like waterfalls. "B…But…" she gasped, "I want to! I…I'll be h…happy…"

Zeus gave in. "Fine," he said. "Very well. Celeste, would you like to become a half-blood?"

"Yes, lord!"

"Then with my powers as the king of the gods, I grant you mortality."

As soon as Zeus finished saying those words, Celeste began to glow golden, as her immortality was disappearing and she became a demigod.

She opened her eyes, and laughed, an extremely pleasant sound. "Oh! I must thank you, lord Zeus! Thank you all!"

She laughed again, pleasantly, and Dionysus came to her side. "We need to go back to camp now, Celeste," he said respectfully.

Zeus widened his eyes. This daughter must be amazing, to gain so much reverence, he thought. He decided that she should have a lot of good fortune.

"Come along, Celeste," said Dionysus, and with that, the two were back at camp.

The campers rushed around the new demigod, asking her how she was.

"Fine!" she exclaimed, beaming at everyone. "It's so cool. It's awesome—"

She fell to the ground, gasping in pain.

"Oh! Celeste!" screamed the crowd. A few boys swooned to see such a beautiful girl hurt.

"I…can't…it's…burning…" she choked out. There was a flash, and she spontaneously combusted.

"Now how did that happen?" asked Dionysus, puzzled.

Chiron shrugged. "Oh, she was too amazing. See, Celeste was so magical that she wouldn't be able to retain all her power in human form. She's too powerful. Therefore, the only way for her to have stayed alive was to be a goddess. Unfortunately, that didn't really happen, if you see what I mean."

Mr. D nodded. "Ah well."

The memories of everyone were already being erased from the force of Celeste's extinguishing. Slowly, campers began to forget her.

"Hey, Dionysus," said Chiron. "Wasn't there a camper over here? What was her name? Uh…Celeste?"

"Yeah," said Mr. D. "Um…Cherry. Yeah, she was um…"

"Wait a minute," said Chiron. "Who's Celeste?"

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