Warning: Certain ancient Greek names matches words use of foul language but no foul language was intentionally used. Also if you haven't read them yet read 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Early Adventures' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Lightning Thief' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Sea of Monsters' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Titan's Curse' and 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Magical Labyrinth' as well as the one shots 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Stolen Chariot' The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Sword of Hades', and The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Bronze Dragon' before reading this story as stuff that happened in them will be mentioned. Lastly, any one who wants to do a Demigods and Olympian reads story using 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon' is allowed as long as you inform me about it.

My Oaths are my Reward

The Three Fates took Luke's body.

I hadn't seen them in four years, since I witness them snip a life thread at the side of Manhattan. They'd scared me then, and they scare me now—three ghoulish grandmothers with bags of knitting needles and yarn.

One of them looked at me, and even though she didn't say anything, my life literally flash before my eyes. Suddenly I was twenty. Then I was a middle-aged man. Then I turned old and withered. All the strength left my body, and I saw my own tombstone and an open grave, a coffin being lowered into the ground. All this happened in less than a second.

It is done, she said.

The Fates held up the snippet of blue yarn—and I knew it was the same one I'd seen four years ago, the lifeline I watched them snip. It dawned to me it was for Luke's life. They'd been showing me the life that would have been sacrificed to set things right.

They gathered up Luke's body, now wrapped in a white-and-green shroud, and began carrying it out of the throne room.

"Wait," Hermes said.

The messenger god was dressed in his classic outfit of white Greek robes, sandals, and helmet. The wings of his helm fluttered as he walked. The snakes George and Martha curled around his caduceus, murmuring, Luke, poor Luke.

I thought about May Castella, alone in her kitchen, baking cookies and making sandwiches for a son who would never come home. Maybe I should pay her a visit once in a while.

Hermes unwrapped Luke's face and kissed his forehead. He murmured some words in Ancient Greek—a final blessing.

"Farewell," he whispered. Then he nodded and allowed the Fates to carry away his son and my older brother away.

Rachel was right, I wasn't the hero I the prophecy. Luke was. I was also amazed to find that Luke and I picked the same spot to be vulnerable and we didn't know it—at least I didn't know until Luke's sacrifice.

I kept Annabeth up as best as I could without holding her broken arm as the gods came through. Then I saw Apollo passing by.

"Apollo! Lord Apollo!" I yelled catching his attention, "You think you can help Annabeth here?"

"Sure!" Apollo said with his sun bright smile ad fiery armor. "God of medicine at your service."

He passed his hand over Annabeth's face and spoke an incantation. Immediately the bruises cuts and scars disappeared and her arm straightened as she passed out. I had to gently set her down.

Apollo grinned. "She'll be fine in a few minutes. Just enough time for me to compose a poem about our victory: 'Apollo and his friends saved Olympus'. Good, eh?"

"Thanks, Apollo," I said. "I'll, um, let you handle the poetry."

The next few hours were a blur. I remembered my promise to my mother. I don't think she would see it, but I kept it anyways. Zeus didn't even blink at my strange request. He snapped his fingers and informed me that the bright blue flag fifty feet wide was now flying from the top of the Empire State Building. The mortals would just have to wonder what it meant, but if my mom sees it, she would know that I had survived and Olympus was saved.

The gods set up about repairing the throne room, which went surprisingly fast with twelve super powerful beings at work. Grover and I cared for the wounded, and once the sky bridge was re-formed, we greeted our friends who have survive. The cyclopes saved Thalia from the fallen statue. She was on crutches, but other wise she was okay. I decided to tell her Luke's apology as I promised.

"So he really did sacrificed himself," Thalia said.

I nodded. "He wanted to apologized to you for what he did to you."

Thalia nodded. "Thanks, Percy."

Connor and Travis Stoll had made it through with only a few minor injuries. They promised me they hadn't even looted the city much and that my parents were fine and awake (I'm guessing the spell broke when Luke stabbed himself). Mrs. O'Leary had successfully dug out Chiron and Bob. Bob wasn't as bad off as Chiron, so he was allowed to stay as Chiron was rushed back to camp.

Silena and Beckendorf made it out of the battle alive too. Although Beckendorf's arm was splinted after being broken in the last battle. He won't be forging for a while, but judging from his expression around Silena, I don't think he'll mind.

Katie Gardner showed up next and reported that Rachel Elizabeth Dare run out of the Empire State building at the end of the battle. Rachel looked unharmed, but nobody knew where she'd gone—well, everyone but me. My guess is that since I gave her my blessing to follow her fate, she's gone to done just that.

It hurts me that Rachel wanted to follow her destiny that doesn't involve dating anyone, but we both agreed to end any chance of a relationship between us before it even started.

Nico and Bianca di Angelo came into Olympus to a hero's and honored hunter's welcome, their father right behind them. I thought I never seen Hades as surprise as he was when his relatives clapped him on the back.

"You did great out there," I heard Thalia told Bianca. I knew what she meant. Bianca brought back the dead fallen hunters to our aid just when we need it.

Hades wasn't the only one with a hero's welcome. Apparently Zeus allowed Bob up there for a hero's welcome, because when the former enemy titan came in, most of the Olympians welcomed him like a lost friend. I guess it was hard to be mad at the former Titan of the West when he saved a lot of their children.

Clarisse marched in, still shivering from her time in the ice block, and Ares bellowed, "There's my girl!"

The god of war ruffled her hair and pounded her on the back, calling her the best warrior he'd ever seen. "That drakon-slaying? THAT'S what I'm talking about!"

She looked overwhelmed. All she could do was nod and blink, like she was afraid she started hitting her, but eventually she began to smile.

Hera and Hephaestus passed me, and while Hephaestus was a little grumpy about my jumping on his throne, he thought I'd done "a pretty bang-up job, mostly."

Hera sniffed in disdain. "I suppose I won't destroy you and that little girl now."

"Annabeth helped saved Olympus," I reminded her.

"Hmm," Hera whirled away in a huff.

Dionysus' head was still wrapped in a bandage. He looked me up and down and said, "Well, Percy Jackson. I see Pollux and Castor made it through, so you can consider your dept paid."

Too be honest I forgot about it. A couple of winters ago, I made a oath of dept to the styx if Dionysus helped us out with a Manticore. I thought I repaid it last year when I saved Castor, but I guess Dionysus thought otherwise.

"Thank you sir," I said, deciding not to argue against him.

Mr. D nodded. "As thanks for my bravery, Zeus has cut my probation at that miserable camp in half. Now I have fifty years instead of one hundred."

"That means you only have fifty years to consider my suggestion," I said, "Molding heroes into the opposite of my half-brother Theseus."

"Don't push it Jackson," Mr. D said.

I noticed that he actually called me by my name not once, but twice. I smiled as Mr. D left to repair his throne.

Grover came to my side in tears. "So many nature spirits dead, Percy. So many."

I put my arm around his shoulders and gave him a rag to blow his nose. "You did a great job, G-Ma. We will come back from this. We'll plant new trees. We'll clean up parks. Your friends will be reincarnated into a better world."

He sniffed dejectedly. "I… I suppose. But it was hard enough to rally them before. Why would they listen to me now ?"

"They will listen," I promised. "Because you care about them. You care about the Wild more than anyone. And don't forget what Luke said. "You're the bravest satyr he met, and he's right."

"Thanks," Grover said as he blushed.

Just then the conch horns blew. The army of Poseidon marched into the throne room.

"Percy!" Tyson yelled. He charged toward me with open arms. Fortunately he'd shrunk back to normal size, so his hug was like getting hit by a tractor, not the entire farm.

"You are not dead!" he said.

"Yeah!" I agreed as I tapped my wrist watch which I had spiraled back into from shield form. "The shield you made me helped us a lot."

He clapped his hands and laughed. It was true what I said. Tyson made the shield and carved in my old picture into it, and it was that picture along with my words that helped snap Luke out of it. I couldn't help but feel bad though. The only times Tyson saw Luke was when Luke was working with Kronos to kill us. Tyson never got the chance to see Luke as a brother just as I did.

"I'm not dead either," Tyson explained. "Yay! We chained Typhon. It was fun!"

Behind him, fifty other armored Cyclopes laughed and nodded and gave each other high fives. I thought Grover would pass out. He was deathly scared of Cyclopes but he steeled his nerves just for Tyson.

"Tyson led us," one cyclops said. "He is brave!"

"Bravest of the Cyclopes!" another bellowed.

Tyson blushed. "Was nothing."

"I saw you!" I said. "You were brave!"

The conch horns blasted again. The Cyclopes parted, and my father strode into the throne room in his battle armor, his trident glowing in his hands.

"Tyson!" he roared. "Well done, my son. And Percy—" His face turned stern. He wagged his finger at me like. "I even forgive you for sitting on my throne. You have saved Olympus!"

He held out his arms and gave me a hug, much to my embarrassment. He was warm—like a regular human—and he smelled of salty beach ad fresh sea air.

When he pulled away, he smiled at me.

"Dad—" I said.

"Shh," He said. "No hero is above fear, Percy. And you have risen above every hero. Not even Hercules—"

"POSEIDON!" a voice roared.

Zeus had taken his throne. He glared across the room at my dad while all the other gods filed in and took their seats. Even Hades was present, sitting on his simple guest chair at the foot of the hearth. Nico sat cross-legged on the ground at his feet.

"Well, Poseidon?" Zeus grumped. "Are you too proud to join us in council, my brother?"

I thought my dad was going to get mad, but he just winked. "I would be honored, Lord Zeus."

Dad strode over to his fishing seat, and the Olympia council Covened.

While Zeus was talking—some long speech about the bravery of the gods, etc.—Annabeth walked in and stood next to me. She looked rather good considering not too long ago she could barely stand.

"Miss much?" she whispered.

"No death threats, and Bob got a hero's welcome."

"Really?" Annnabeth asked looking at our Titan friend who had joined the Cyclopes.

Of course Hera was giving us a dirty look.

"As for my brothers," Zesus said. "We are thankful"—he cleared his throat like the words were hard to get out—"erm, thankful for the aid of Hades, and will allow your new sword be your symbol of power—as long as you use it's power wisely."

The Lord of the Dead didn't seem to mad about being warned about how he should use his sword. Rather he looked smugged over the fact that he was thanked ad got to have his new symbol. He patted Nico on the shoulders, and Nico looked happier than I'd ever seen him. Hades also send Bianca a look of proudness, which judging from her expression didn't go unnoticed.

"And, of course," Zeus continued, though he looked like his pants were smoldering. "We must… um… thank Poseidon."

"I'm sorry, brother," Dad said. "What was that?"

"We must thanked Poseidon," Zeus growled. "Without whom… it would've been difficult—"

"Difficult?" Poseidon asked innocently.

"Impossible," Zeus said, "Impossible to defeat Typhon. Cause of it, we'll help any way we can with the repair of your undersea palace."

The gods murmured I agreement and pounded their weapons in approval.

"Which leaves us," Zeus said, "Only the matter of thanking our young demigod heroes and their ally, who defended Olympus so well—even if there are a few dents in my throne.

Zeus then called Thalia, since she was his daughter, ad promised her help in filling the Hunters' ranks.

Artemis smiled. "You have done well, my lieutant. You have made me proud, you and Bianca. Which is why Bianca di Angelo—"

Bianca stepped up.

"If Thalia agrees, if anything happens to her where she can't continue as lieutenant, you are to step up in her place."

"I agree," Thalia agreed. "Bianca proven herself in the battle field that she has what it takes to be lieutenant one day."

Bianca looked like she was hit by a truck, not that I blame her. One way to put what just happened was Bianca was promoted to second Lieutenant, who are the second highest ranking hunters under first Lieutenant, which Thalia holds.

Hades added in his bit. "I'll also make sure the hunters who died in the battle goes to Elysium."

"That will be appreciated Hades," Artemis said.

Thalia and Bianca bowed at them and stepped back.

"The Titan I was told go by Bob." Zeus said as if trying not to point out now.

Bob walked forward

"I thank you for on the behalf of Olympus for protecting our home and children. Cause of it, we decided you will be welcomed to stay here at any time, even if you decide to stay in the Underworld."

Bob smiled when he heard that. I couldn't help but smile at my friend as well. Bob earned it.

"Tyson Jackson, son of Poseidon!" Zeus called. Tyson looked nervous, but he went to stand in the middle of the Council, and Zeus grunted.

"Doesn't miss many meals, does he?" Zeus muttered. "Tyson, for your bravery in the war, and for leading the Cyclopes, you are appointed a general in the armies of Olympus. You shall henceforth lead your brethren into war whenever required by the gods. And you shall have a new… um… what kind of weapon would you like? A sword? An Axe?"

"Stick!" Tyson said, showing his broken club.

"Very well," Zeus said. "We will grant you a new, er, stick. The best stick that may be found."

"Hooray!" Tyson cried, and all the Cyclopes cheered and pounded him on the back as he rejoined them.

"Grover Underwood of the Satyrs!" Dionysus called.

Grover came forward nervously.

"Oh, stop chewing your shirt," Dionysus chided. "Honestly, I'm not going to blast you. For your bravery and sacrifice, blah, blah, blah, and since we have an unfortunate vacancy, the gods have seen fit to name you a member of the Council of Cloven Elders."

Grover collapsed on the spot.

"Oh, wonderful," Dionysus sighed, as several naiads came forward to help Grover. "Well, when he wakes up, someone tell him that he will no longer be an outcast, not that he was supposed to be one, and that all satyrs, naiads, and other spirits of nature will henceforth treat him as a lord of the Wild, with all the rights, privileges, and honors, blah, blah, blah. Now please, drag him off before he wakes up starts groveling."

"FOOOOOD," Grover moaned, as the nature spirits carried him away.

I figured he'd be okay. He would wake up as a lord of the Wild which is a great privilege for him.

Athena called, "Annabeth Chase, my own daughter."

Annabeth squeezed my arm, then walked forward and knelt at her mother's feet.

Athena smiled. "You, my daughter, have exceeded all expectations. You have used your wits, your strength, and your courage to defend this city, and our seat of power. It has come to our attention that Olympus is… well, trashed. The Titan Lord did much damage that will have to be repaired. We could rebuild it by magic, of course, and make it just as it was. But the gods feel that the city could be improved. We will take this as an opportunity. And you, my daughter, will design these improvements."

Annabeth looked up, stunned. "My… my lady?"

Athena smiled wryly. "You are an architect, are you not? You have studied the techniques of Daedalus himself. Who better to redesign Olympus and make it a monument that will last for another eon?"

"You mean… I can design whatever I want?"

"As your heart desires," the goddess said. "Make us a city for the ages."

"As long as you have plenty of statues of me," Apollo added.

"And me," Aphrodite agreed.

"Hey, and me!" Ares said. "Big statues with huge wicked swords and—"

"All right!" Athena interrupted. "She gets the point. Rise, my daughter, official architect of Olympus."

Annabeth rose in a trance and walked back toward m.

"Way to go," I told her, grinning. Annabeth's dream of becoming an architect had come true in one night, and she deserves it.

For once she was at lost of words. "I'll… I'll have to start planning… Drafting paper, and, um pencils—"

"PERCY JACKSON!" my dad announced. My name echoed around the chamber.

All talking died down. The room was silent except for the crackle of the hearth fir. Everyone's eyes were on me—all the gods, the demigods, the Cyclopes, the spirits. I walked into the middle of the throne room. Hestia smiled at me reassuringly. Sh was in the form of a girl now, and she seemed happy and content to be sitting by her fire again. Her smile gave me courage to keep walking.

First I bowed to Zeus. Then I knelt at my father's feet.

"Rise, my son" dad said.

I stood uneasily.

"My son, you were once predicted to be one of the seven greatest heroes of all time, and I think everyone here would agreed, you have achieve just that and must be rewarded," Dad said.

I expected at least Ares to argue against it but none disagreed.

"The Council agrees," Zeus said. "Percy Jackson you will have one gift from the gods. The greatest gift you want, to be made a god. Immortal. Undying You shall serve as your father's lieutenant for all time."

My eyes widened with shock. Immortality is one of the rarest gifts and they were offering it to me.

"Hmm," Ares mused. "That means I can smash him to a pulp as often as I want and he'll just keep coming back for more. I like this idea."

"I approve as well," Athena said, though she was looking at Annabeth.

I glanced back. Annabeth was trying not to meet my eyes. Her face was pale. I realized she was at the edge of panic that she would lose me.

I thought about the Three Fates, and the way I'd seen my life flashed by. I could avoid all that. No aging, no death, no body in the grave. I could be a teenager forever, in top condition, powerful, and immortal serving my father. I could have power and eternal life. Who could refuse that?

Then I looked at Annabeth. I thought about my friends from camp, the oath I made to Luke on his final request. I also remember my oath to Calypso to free her one day.

The promises you have and will make will come true, but not without the help of those around you, Pan's last words replayed in my head.

I knew what to do.

"I don't want immortality," I said.

The Council was silent. The gods frowned at each other like they must have misheard.

"You are… turning down immortality?" Zeus asked with a little anger behind it.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm honored you offered me immortality and I do have another idea for a gift," I said.

Annabeth had her hands over her mouth. Her eyes were shining.

"Then what do you want?" Zeus asked.

"A promise to grant my wishes," I said.

Zeus thought about it. "If it is within our power."

"It is," I said. "But I need your promise on the River of Styx."

"What?" Dionysus cried. "You don't trust us?"

I looked at Hades, "Someone once told me you should always get a solemn oath."

Hades shrugged "Guilty."

"Very well!" Zeus growled. "In the name of the Council, we swear by the River of Styx to grant your reasonable request as long as it is within our power."

The other gods muttered assent. Thunder boomed, shaking the throne room. The deal was made.

"From now on, I want all of you to properly recognize the children of the gods," I said. "And I mean all the gods children."

The gods I was referring to shifted uncomfortably.

"Percy," dad said, "what exactly do you mean?"

"No offense to those who do take time to claim their kids, but Kronos couldn't have risen if it hadn't been for a lot of demigods who felt abandoned by their parents," I said. "That's why there should be no more undetermined children. I want you to promise to claim your children—all of your demigod children—by the time they turn thirteen. They won't be left out in the world on their own at the mercy of the monsters. I want them claimed and brought to camp so they can be trained right, and survive. And for those who have special cases"—I stared at Hephaestus when I said that, not forgetting what he said last year—"I suggest you start making plans for them to be claimed."

Hephaestus shifted, knowing what I mean.

"And no more minor gods," I said. "Nemesis, Hecate, Morpheus, Janus, Hebe, Iris, Deimos, Phobos, all of them, they all deserve a general amnesty and a place at Camp Half-Blood. Their children shouldn't be ignored. And those that doesn't have demigod kids like Hestia and Persephone should at least have monumental cabins or something to show they are respected." I turned to Hestia when I said that, "And since you given Bob pardon, I want you to do the same for Calypso and the other peaceful Titan-kind. And Hades—"

"Are you calling me a minor god?" Hades bellowed.

"No, my lord," I said quickly. "But your children should not be left out. They should have a cabin at camp. Nico and Bianca both have proven that they can be trusted, and it's only right that at least Nico has a cabin he can stay in. No unclaimed demigods will be crammed into Hermes Cabin anymore, wondering who their parents are. They'll have their own cabins, for all the gods. I also want pardon for demigods who joined Kronos and allow them to rejoin Camp Half-Blood if they choose. Especially Ethan Nakamura. He could have tried to stop us from going after Kronos, but he let us through instead. And no more pact of the Big Three. That didn't work anyway. You've got to stop trying to get rid of demigods just because they're powerful. We're going to train them and accept them instead. All children of the gods will be welcome and treated with respect. That is my wish."

Zeus snorted. "Is that all?"

"Percy," Poseidon said, "you asked much. You presume much."

"An old immortal satyr once said I would need the help of others to keep my oaths," I said. "I think we can all take his advice."

I got a steely looks. Strangely, it was Athena who spoke up: "The boy is correct. Most of us have been unwise to ignore our children. It proved a strategic weakness in this war and almost caused our destruction. Percy Jackson, I have had my doubts about you, but perhaps"—she glanced at Annabeth, and then spoke as if the words had a sour taste—"Perhaps I was mistaken. I moved that we accept the boy's plan."

"Humph," Zeus said. "Being told what to do by a mere child. But I supposed…"

"All in favor," Hermes said.

All the gods raised their hands.

"Thanks," I said.

I turned, but before I could leave, my dad called, "Honor guard!"

Immediately the Cyclopes came forward and made two lines from the thrones to the door—an aisle for me to walk through. They came to attention.

"All hail, Perseus Jackson," Tyson said, "Hero of Olympus… and my big brother!"