Percy stared at the body of Luke—Kronos as they each fought for control. Annabeth's knife was in his hands.

"Hurry," Luke's voice croaked. "He's changing. He won't need my body anymore."

The hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap.

"You're not the hero," Rachel's voice whispered into his mind.

Heroes were mortal.

Athena did say that his fatal flaw was excessive personal loyalty. "To save a friend, you would sacrifice the world."

"All he wants is Olympus," Prometheus had promised. "The might of the gods is tied to their seats of power."

Chiron had told him that the gods' seat of power still resided in Thessaly, unseen by mortals on the original Mount Olympus. This before them was an echo of their power. They would be more powerful in their homeland.

A single choice shall end his days.

"You have your father's eyes," his mother once told him. Chiron looked at him summers ago and told him, "Poseidon inherited Mother Rhea's brilliant green eyes."

Percy grasped the knife in his hands, brushed it upon his mortal anchor and stabbed himself.

He thought of the ocean and the tides. He thought of the sea and the sky. The rivers that dripped into the underworld and further down into the pit. He thought of his Mother's hug and his Father's smile. He felt himself burning in a way that not even the River Styx could achieve.

Every atom in his body had frozen in place before each burned one by one like the warmth of fire churning to rage. He could feel himself being torn apart like dust in the sea, but he—

He was the sea. He was born from tempered winds of a storm. Mortal as he may be; to push him well beyond his limits was to ask for the rage of nature. He was what he ate; born from the same celestial dust of the creatures within his father's kingdom. He was his Father's son and bit by bit he pulled himself together. A loud cry echoed around him and he could feel ancient power rushed over the room like a tidal wave. Kronos had ascended and Percy took that power for himself and secreted away.

Something cracked and snapped within and the child of the sea let it wash over him.

Divinity.

Oh, that was right.

The labors that Hercules and Dionysus completed did lead to their ascension. It did mark them worthy to be welcomed into the house of the gods.

Percy blinked and the world shifted.

Luke….no, Kronos peered over him, golden eyes cruel and curious.

Anger swam through his very being. How dare he wear the face of a friend? Percy paused as the world rushed to comfort him. He could sense the gods returning. He sensed them right outside the door.

He stood slowly.

The gods entered the room.

"Percy," his father called, with fear and awe in his voice. "What . . . what is this?"

"We need a shroud," he announced, voice crackling with power as Riptide burned in his hand. He sensed it. Zoë's immortal power mixed with his own and—oh. He could sense Atlas within and even further he could sense Iapetus. Two titans and a Hesperides. Through him, he could sense his Father… he could sense Rhea and he could sense Kronos before him.

Riptide whispered, sweet promises of revenge into his ear. Blood soaking the earth to rid the world of the plague that was Kronos. "A shroud for the son of Gaea."

Kronos jerked back as Percy charged forth.

Olympus to preserve and raze

WORD COUNT: 611

COMMENTS FROM THE AUTHOR:

1) I had posted this over on ao3 and I thought I had moved it over here, but alas, I did not.

2) This is nothing but a drabble.

3) The original thought was that Percy would ascend to godhood and takes Rhea's place as Kronos' lover for DILF WEEK. But then it started to get dark and I decided to not go that route.

4) I won't be adding on to this.