The Unknown Guardian

| Chapter 1 || The Resurrection |

Chapter One

The Resurrection

*First Person Point of View ~ Percy*

The chains jangled loudly as I walked forwards, towards the Council. I had no idea why I had been summoned, but I knew that it was bad.

I was suddenly shoved forwards by Ares, who was the one holding my chains. "Keep moving, traitor," he hissed in my ear.

'Wait...what?' I thought. I gave him a look of complete and utter surprise. 'Why is he calling me a traitor? I mean, I know he hates me, but I saved Olympus－twice!' I racked my brain, trying to figure out why he called me that when he shoved me again.

I groaned quietly, but did what he said and sped up, reaching the center of the throne room. I was definitely going to have a bruise there. He forced me to my knees and then went over to his throne.

As I looked around the room, I saw that many of the gods were looking down at me with hate in their eyes. A few of the others - not so much. Hades and Hestia, who had recently been added to the Council by my wishes, were staring down at me with sympathy and sadness, along with my father, Lady Artemis, and Lord Apollo. The rest of the Council, though, was stiff and indifferent.

Finally, after the heavy silence, Zeus spoke. He started off by glaring at me. "Perseus Jackson! You have been accused of treason against Olympus! How do you plead?" His voice boomed throughout the room.

I was taken aback. If I had been standing, I would've definitely fallen on my butt. "I plead innocent of course! How could you possibly think that I betrayed Olympus?" I questioned, but Zeus slammed his Master Bolt down onto his armrest, causing a loud crash of thunder to echo, attacking my eardrums. In spite of myself, I flinched.

"Do not lie to me! We have all seen what you did! Whether we choose to believe what we saw, though, is up to us." As he said that, he turned to glare at the only five gods that weren't staring at me with hate.

I sent them all a quick look of gratitude, happy that they believed that I was innocent.

"For your treason, you shall be sentenced to death!" Zeus said as he returned his glare to focus directly onto me.

Knowing that there was no way to change his mind, I said, "So be it. But I swear to you that you will regret this decision. Someday, whether it's tomorrow, or the next day, or even thousands of years from now, you will realize your mistake, and you will wish that you listened to the truth," I told him, my voice sounding dark and ominous, even to me.

With that said, Zeus lifted his Master Bolt, and I accepted my fate. Just as he blasted me to oblivion, I closed my eyes, waiting for the intense pain. I wasn't disappointed. My whole body felt as if it were burning, every one of my cells spontaneously combusting.

And then, suddenly, it all stopped, and I felt nothing...

***

*Third Person Point of View*

It had been fifteen years since Percy Jackson was executed. Since then, the gods had found out the truth, but it was too late. Percy, their greatest hero and saviour, was gone. Even his soul had vanished. He had never made it to the Underworld. There was no record of him anywhere in the mortal or mythological world ever since Zeus blasted him into ash.

The campers of Camp Half-Blood were devastated, Annabeth especially, but she knew that Percy wouldn't have wanted her to waste her life, so she moved on. At night though, when she knew that no one was watching, she let her feelings go and sobbed for her lost love.