Our Fates Were Intertwined Long Ago

Ascendance

Percy stood there in the centre of the amphitheatre lamenting the consequences of this new development. His awareness was brought back by the trotting of Chiron's hooves approaching. Looking up at the heavy gaze of the immortal trainer Percy could not help but feel rage.

Not to Chiron. Not to his Father. Not to himself. But the Fates. Ok, well maybe a little at himself. He hated how powerless this made him feel. He had denied immortality and yet... something had happened.

Percy did not know exactly what the appearance of ichor in his blood meant but he was aware it did not bode well for him. Frankly, he was always aware as a demigod that there was ichor in his blood. But never before had he heard of golden flecks of it appearing in a demi-god's blood.

Breaking out of his contemplation, he observed his position on Chiron's back and realized he was placed there and they were on path to the big house. He allowed himself this moment of calm before the storm as his gut twisted in ...well Percy didn't quite know. 

Gracefully, dismounting Chiron he allowed himself to be pushed into an empty room containing only two chairs and Dionysus who was occupying one. Observing the God, Percy deciphered pity in his eyes and sat down in the only available chair. 

Ignoring the sound of Chiron settling himself on the ground, he began a staring match with one of the few demigods turned Gods.

Finally, Dionysus broke the staring match first and waved his hand, summoning a glass of wine. Thunder rumbled in warning but the god of wine did not pay his father heed as he silently passed the glass to Percy.

Absently twirling the liquid in the glass, Percy ignored his beating heart and began to speak. "Mr.D, what.. What does this mean?"

Noticing Dionysus' eyes crinkle with sympathy, Percy downed the glass of wine and awaited the response.

"Ascendance," the God began quietly refilling the glass. "Ascendance to Godhood. Your soul is preparing itself to become fully divine".

"Can it be stopped?" Percy questioned not hiding the desperation.

"Not for you it- do not interrupt me Perseus" the God commanded sternly.

The use of his first name startled Percy from making a comeback before the immortal began again.

"It is already too late. When a mortal ascends, the soul must prepare itself to release its mortal attachments and its need to be bathed in the Lethe and rebirthed. It distances the eventual call of the underworld and broadens to accept responsibility for a domain or domains. To encompass groups of people and to split your form. If you were only beginning to ascend this would be fine but-"

However Percy interrupted as he could no longer contain his questions "I only noticed today though- I thought tha-"

"Perseus" Dionysus cut him off, not bothering to reprimand his insolence as he observed the demigod who appeared moments away from breaking into hysteria.

"You have just noticed, yes. Ascendance takes years and if spotted early can be stopped. However, now noticing is not equivalent to now beginning. The Golden flecks of ichor is the second to last step. This is when the soul is as divine as it can be in a mortal body and begins converting blood to ichor. After this is done, it will break through the mortal shell, and you will be a full God."

"You have always been uncommonly powerful for a demigod," Chiron added. 

Nodding, Dionysus continued, "We must not have noticed the signs as we simply thought Fate gave you enough power to fulfil the prophecies. Yet, surely you must have felt something? Perhaps it felt like something inside you broke?"