Percy Jackson. All my fault.

Chap 2

Perseus Jackson, the last of the Seven was stood in front of the Olympians, head bowed. A sign of respect that showed the saviour of Olympus's spirit was well and truly broken and that shocked the gods. The Olympians had no idea what to do, he had already refused Godhood once and they all knew he would refuse again so what to do? "You have one wish Perseus, What would you like?"

"Swear on the river Styx" Came Percy's broken reply.

"We Swear" The Gods rumbled and thunder clashed in the distance.

"Give Hades and Hestia thrones, make them the 13th and 14th Olympians, Please." Percy bowed his head, so no one could see the tears that were never-ending freely flowing.

"Done" Zeus rumbled and with a wave of his hand two more thrones appeared. One that was a warm orange colour that has engravings of flames on it, Hestia's throne. The other was black and had engravings of skeletal hands and skulls, Hades's throne. Hades's throne was situated by Poseidon's and Hestia's throne was situated on the other side.

Percy was about to leave but Apollo suddenly sat up stiff, his eyes becoming a flowing green his voice coming out in the raspy hiss of snakes speaking together

"The betrayed

The son of the sea

The Grief Shall

Crack the Walls

Unleash his extreme potential

Be the first to do so

Banished to the minds darkness

Insanity creeps

In the mind of the primal one

Battling the light

Destroying the Darkness

For the Thrice time. "

And Percy's hopes crashed and burned in front of him.

Time Skip of 3 days

Percy hadn't been out of Cabin 3 since he had come back from Olympus. What was the point he thought, if Annabeth, the seven and his parents were dead. Gone. They were all Gone. Eventually though he had to come out to eat and so he did, to find hateful stares and glares cast at him. The whole camp seemed to be against him and he had no idea why.

It only got worse, they started ganging up on me and trying to take me down. At first they didn't succeed but try, try again they did with more people joining in each time. They managed to take me down and they mauled me. Cutting words like Traitor and Heartless into my skin with Celestial Bronze. They blamed me for death of the Seven and it HURT. As it was what I was constantly telling myself. I became too scared to come out of my cabin. The problem came to a head when Chiron knocked on my door and told me to leave. I would be cast out from both of the camps. Anyone to see me would try to kill me on sight.

I was being cast out because I had apparently killed them.

I 'Killed' the seven.

I killed the seven.

My fault.

I killed them...

I decided that I would leave. Immediately. Taking out Riptide and putting the cap on the bottom of the pen I wrote a short note and left on my bed. I didn't need anything else, they gave me bad memories. So, with Riptide in my pocket and Tyson's watch/shield on my wrist I left. Dodging the patrol Harpies I made it to the barrier. I patted Peleus the dragon on the snout one last time and disappeared into the night.

As I neared Montauk Cabin I felt two godly presences. Hades and Hestia. They seemed nervous, shy almost. Hestia asked first. "Wouldyouliketobecomemyadoptedsonicanbeyourmomifyouwantplease."

My extremely clever answer was "What?"

She took a deep breath. "Would you like to become my adopted son I can be your mum if you like please?"

Another extremely clever answer. "Yes"

A ball of fire was flung towards me, my sea green aura enveloped the ball and broke it down. A gentle heat became known in my hands and started to move upwards.

Hades then stepped forward, he seemed less shy about what he wanted to ask. "Could I be your adoptive dad?

Again a clever answer "Sure."

My sea green and orange aura flared and accepted a new colour. Black( A/N like my soul.). I felt a cold tingling in my body and my brain decided that now would be a good time to pass out. So I did.

Chiron burst through the door thinking that he would find a snivelling wreck of demigod on the floor. Instead he found a neatly made bed and a note which he ripped up in rage. He took deep breaths to calm himself down, and slowly trotted out of the door to tell everyone that Percy Jackson was a coward and ran away in the night.

A/N So i know this seems like im writing Chiron wrong but i just dont want everyone to just up and forgive him and i dont want them all under a spell. to be clear they properly hate him and want him dead. Also DISCLAIMER I OWN NOTHING BUT THE PLOT. RICK RIORDAN OWNS EVERYTHING ELSE!!!