PIPERCY!! THIS IS A PIPERCY STORY!! Percy Jackson, and Piper McLean both left Camp Half-Blood. A couple of months after Gaea was defeated, they caught Annabeth and Jason making out behind the horse stables. They chose to run away instead of stay in a place with so many broken hearts. The gods picked them up, and transformed them into immortal minor gods. Percy became the god of fresh water, and Piper became the goddess of broken hearts. Years later, when Dionysus retires from Camp Half-Blood, Percy and Piper return to take his place, and face their old home, friends, and ex's. This is a Percy/Piper romance. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE Percabeth and Jiper (in fact, Jiper is my O.T.P.), but there aren't a lot of Percy/Piper fanfics. I DONT OWN THE CHARACTERS IN THIS BOOK!!! THEY BELONG TO RICK RIORDAN!!!!!

A/N: I do not own anything except for the things I made, all belongs to Rick Riordan. I know, I know. It's not the most original story. But...You know what? I'll do the disclaimer later. For now, let's get on to the synopsis, shall we? We shall. ~~ People will use you over and over again to their fulfilment. They'll play with you until you're beaten to the bone. Until you're not shining anymore and they throw you away. Well, in my case it's the demigods and the Gods. Look, I didn't ask for any of this. I had accepted anything that came my way before, but don't I get my own happy ending? All I wanted was to live peacefully with my girlfriend, Annabeth Chase who I would do anything for, and my friends. We deserve at least that. So why is it as soon as he comes in everything was taken away from me? What did I do? What did Timothy Leon ever do to have the right to take everything that I have? He didn't save the world. I did. He didn't go to a long dangerous quest alone just for the sake of his friends to finally have a happy life. I did. So, I left. Thus, the start of my new life free from the Gods and their controlling ways. I was finally where I belong but now, I have to go back. Well, it was a matter of time anyway. Sooner or later, you'll have to face the past and unfortunately, my time has come.