Percy Jackson was tossed out of Camp Half-Blood after being cheated on, and betrayed by all. No one believed he was innocent. Not a single being. No one.
Not even his father. Sally and Paul were dead, supposedly murdered by him. So the gods voted to kill him. And of course no one objected. He was unwanted.
100 years later, everyone had been made immortal. The Seven, all the campers from the giant war, everyone. The second you walk into Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter, you become immortal if you are a demigod, or someone with a sworn alliance to Olympus. Everyone still hates the innocent hero.
Another century later, the Hunt has been attacked. They barely survive, with their numbers decreased to a third of before, and all of the survivors, including the goddess herself, hospitalized in Apollo's palace.
The council decides the Hunt needs a guardian. As they try to determine who to pick, an unexpected visitor chooses for them. Chaos. She chooses someone very special, but someone whose identity is a secret to everyone but him. A hero with a heart of gold, a hero with a heart of steel, a hero more powerful and loyal than anyone else. A hero from the dead.
That hero is Percy Jackson.
He couldn't stay with her anymore.
Annabeth was getting pissed at every little thing Percy did. And Gods, Percy couldn't handle it. Percy could barely have a real conversation with her. And he hated it.
So, bye bye Annabeth, hello the random girls in camp who wanted him!
It was freeing, to not hear her telling him off every moment, to not hear the hesitation before she told him she loved him.
But it was lonely. Everyone else seemed to be happy. And Percy was basically alone.
He wasn't even allowed near the new girl because Annabeth hated him, and was friends with her.
Until he receives a quest with no objective?
Come on, Percy was great, he could figure it out.
Alone. All by himself. He was the great Percy Jackson after all.
Most impressive ranking: 3rd in lightningthief.