Percy Jackson - Forgiving, not Forgetting

Return of the Great Hero

I had rue the day that I would have to go back. The day that I would show my face once again to the world. They all thought I was dead, but they are just foolish. They are arrogant, deceitful, and despicable. If someone knew my past life, they would think I would be depicting the Titans, or Giants, or even Gaea herself. But no, its not them. Yes, I despise them with every fibre of my being, but not as much as these specific people. Who are these people? Well they were the ones who ruined my life.

So when I got a message from my patron Lady Hestia asking me to help them, I was angry. Of course I didn't show it or express it in any way, but I was furious. My Lady would have good reasoning. She would never send me to somewhere that I hated for no reason. And of course, my other patrons wouldn't either.

Traveling to Olympus wouldn't be hard, nor passing their defence line. It would do nothing for the Heir of Chaos and Champion of a few elder and younger gods on the counsel. No, the hard part would be walking in that room with my head high with no emotions.

I quickly looped my hood over my head and teleport outside the throne room of the gods doors. I could hear conversation going on inside, and arguing. My patrons were defending me while the rest of the gods are confused on who I am and if they could trust me. Don't blame them really.

Having enough, I silently walk in, gaining the attention of Lady Hestia. Without a worry, I work over towards the hearth and sit down with her, watching amused as the gods bicker. I would never get over the fact that the gods argued like children.

Slowly, one by one the counsel noticed my presence after the arguing ceases. "Who are you?!" Zeus thundered from his throne, acting all mighty. I calmly walked to the middle of the room and mockingly bowed towards Zeus. My boots thudding against the floor making my enterance even more dramatic. I take after my uncle

When I looked up, I smiled at them, taking pleasure at how they can only see my nose and mouth. "My Lords and Ladies. I am deeply hurt that you would not recognize me." The confusion on there faces were priceless. My voice had changed from the raw power that I now possessed, but it was still achingly familiar. Not only my voice, my appearance had slightly changed too. My hair was more of a back that looked very dark blue, my eyes held very small flecks of colour but still recognized as mainly sea green, but my build was still the same.

Before anyone could speak I pulled my hood off, revealing my scarred face. Many of the gods gasped, probably thinking that this was a trick, seeing as I had died. My patrons, however, smiled proudly. Different emotion rolled off of the Olympians, but I didn't reveal anything on my face. I couldn't afford to.

Poseidon looked at me intently and uncertain, before bounding down from his throne and changing into a  human size version of himself. He tentatively walked towards me, before stopping infront of me. We were face to face.

"Perseus?"

That's right. I was Perseus Jackson, Son of Poseidon, Champion of Hestia, Hera, Artemis, Hades, and Ares. Heir of Chaos. Two time saviour of Olympus. Former Praetor of the Twelfth Legion. Former leader of Camp Half-Blood. I survived Tartarus. But nothing that I had gone through could prepare me for what is to come. 

This was just the begining....

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What do you think so far? 

I decided that since I loved Percy Jackson so much I would write a FanFic about him after Heroes of Olympus. I haven't read Blood of Olympus but I will soon. Until then, I won't write about any thing that happened then until I do.

If there is any mistakes feel free to comment about it. I enjoy reading comments a lot.

I will try to write at a progressive rate to entertain you all. So without further ado, I will leave in peace.

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