Some old guy named Dumb-old-door, accompanied by a creepy emo dude, a werewolf, and three teenagers, two of which were glaring at me like I had killed their parents, and the other looking at me apprehensively like I was some sort of murderer (which...
I woke up to a blinding sun, and was in the middle of trying to blink my eyeballs back into existence, when Apollo followed by Will followed by Nico, strutted into the room. "Um, Apollo is there a reason for me being here, because you know I'm no help in the infirmary." Nico questioned before he saw me sitting up.
"Yes in fact, lil cuz because-"
"PERCY!"
"Because of that."
Nico ran over to me and squeezed me so hard I thought I heard my ribs crack. "Don't ever pull something like that on me ever again!"
"What'd I do?"
"You've been out for nearly two months." Will interjected, coming up behind Nico and wrapping his arms around him.
"Yep, long enough to clean up and...bury everyone" Apollo trailed off.
"How many?" I didn't want to ask, but I had to know.
"More than half, but there were less casualties in New Rome." Nico answered.
I looked away, I couldn't save them.
"...Annyyywaaayy, the Council wants to see you Perce." Apollo said in an overly cheery voice, "Come on, up up up! There's only a 5% chance they won't blow you to smithereens, so let's not anger them anymore." I groaned in response, I'm pretty okay with being blown to smithereens but I got up and followed them out anyway. I bid Nico and Will goodbye before Apollo flashed both of us into Olympus' throne room place thingy and we had to yell to get the gods stop bickering.
"Finally, ekken how took your sloth, hmm?!"
"What?"
"Nothin' nothin',"
"Is he drunk?"
"Yep, on Koolaid." My dad answered.
"How?"
"Don't look at me, I don't know!" Poseidon exclaimed as I snickered at Dionysus' intoxicated state.
"Enough," Zeus' voice boomed, echoing on the walls, "We are here to discuss a serious matter, so shut up."
Everyone quieted down after that and Zeus continued, "Perseus, the fates have informed me that they want you to be a god."
"I figured, since they hate me and all."
"But do you except our offer?" Athena asked squinting at me.
"Sure,"
"Yes? Really?" Poseidon asked.
"I said sure didn't I?"
"But why?" Dad questioned further.
"Because I said so," I snarked back, remembering what I had promised my friends.
"Alright then." And with that Zeus stood, picking up his master bolt and pointing towards me, but instead of the usual death ray of lightning, a searing light shot me straight in the chest. Becoming a god didn't actually hurt like you'd expect it to... just kidding it hurt like Hades. But anyway, afterwards all the gods blessed me, blah blah blah. Apparently I'm super gorgeous now (according to Aphrodite and her many children) which is great I guess? My new official title is Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon, earthshaker, stormbringer, Hero of Olympus, god of (insert prefered domain here).
Before campfire I bid farewell to Chiron and the rest of my friends and headed back to Manhattan in a cab. I ran up the stairs of my mom's apartment building because the I couldn't wait for the elevator, and rang the doorbell so many times, I probably broke it. The door opened and I practically jumped into my mom's arms.
"Percy!" she exclaimed, squeezing me tighter, "Percy I've missed you so much! Where were you? Are you okay? Where's Annabeth?" I shook my head and buried it deeper into her shoulder.
"Oh Percy" Mom whispered, "I'm so, so sorry."
Hey peeps, it's me again just letting you guys know, Percy is going to be related to Voldy by and probably his grandson because I'm too lazy to think up a way for them to be related. so... yeah that's basically it. :)
DISCLAIMER: All characters are owned by either Rick Riordan or J.K Rowling. The only thing I own is the plot.
Also, WHY THE FUCHISN'T ITALICS WORKING???!!!
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