A/N: This is my first fanfiction, so please be nice. I appreciate constructive criticism, along with what you like about the story. Feel free to mention anything in a review that could go into a new chapter of this story. The setting of this story is right at the end of The Last Olympian. Just pretend for a second that everything that happened after Percy defeated Kronos never happened. The gods didn't thunder into the throne room after defeating Typhon because they hadn't beaten him yet. So, everything about turning down the chance to become a god, the getting together with Annabeth, Rachel becoming the Oracle, all of that never happened. So, without further waiting, let's get this show on the road.
Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish for it, I will never own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. That is Rick Rirodan's job.
I can't believe it. Kronos is finally gone. He may not be gone for good, but he's gone right now and that is all that matters. I'm still a little bit in shock of what just transpired in the throne room a few minutes ago. Luke not only broke free of Kronos's control, but then, by killing himself, he saved us all.
We (being me, Grover, and Annabeth, because Thalia is still trapped underneath Hera's statue) headed down the elevator, because now that Kronos is gone, the gap that had separated us from the elevator had been fixed. I was still in shock that we had survived this much so far, and yet we are still alive.
The words from the Great Prophecy start to buzz around in my head: the hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap, a single choice shall end his days, Olympus, to preserve of raze. It finally made sense to me. The hero's soul was not mine, like everyone thought, but Luke's. In the end, he would be the soul that would have to be sacrificed to get the world back on its feet. The cursed blade was not Riptide, or even Kronos's scythe, but the knife he gave to Annabeth all those years ago, cursed because he had promised to protect her, and then broken that promise. The choice, my choice, to give him Annabeth's knife, and to believe that he was capable of setting things right in the end, like she did, ended his life, but also saved Olympus.
When the elevator doors opened, the first thing that we were greeted by was a BOOM! Grover and I didn't have any sort of clue as to what it was until Annabeth said, in a very small voice, "Typhon." With a jolt, I realized that our job was only half over. Typhon is still out there, and he has enough power to defeat the gods all by his lonesome. We burst through the front doors of the Empire State Building, only to find the streets in massive chaos. Typhon is in the middle of Manhattan, with the gods swirling around him, trying to stop him from destroying their home. Naturally, we made it outside to see one of the gods get hit and come flying towards us. We ducked, but the speed at which he was traveling was so great, it knocked all of us to the ground. I got up first, what with me having the curse of Achilles and all, so I ran to see which god was out of the action know, because no one, not even a god, could get up right after that fall. When I saw his face, though, I fell to the ground with tears in my eyes.
It was my father, Poseidon.
No, I thought. I can't be true. How could one of the Big Three get struck down in one blow? My father was so strong, and yet he was unconscious. "Battling Oceanus must have really taken a lot out of him," Grover said, coming up from behind me with Annabeth. "You stay here with your father, Percy. Annabeth and I can go help the gods with Typhon."
"Thanks, guys." I watched them run towards Typhon, and then turned my attention back to Poseidon. He had just opened his eyes and spoke one word is a raspy voice, like he hadn't had a drink in weeks.
"Just hold on Dad, you'll be fine. You just got scratched, that's all." He laughed weakly, coughing up ichor, the blood of the gods. What! Since when do gods cough up blood? He then gripped my hand in his and said, "My boy, you are my favorite son, and despite what Triton said earlier, you are my heir. Now, release me from this pain."
"No, Dad. I can't do that."
"Percy, you must!"
"Percy! Do it!"
Even though I obviously didn't want to, I spoke to him, "Ever since I found out my dad was alive, after all these years, and that he was you, of all the people in the world, I have been trying to please you. Now, I release you."
He smiled at me then, and looking up at the sky, turned into a sea green mist. The mist swirled around me, and then all of it went into my open mouth. I sat there, crying, for what seemed like hours but was probably only five minutes, before I was shocked back into the battle. I turned to look at Typhon. He stole my father from me, along with everything he had worked for and achieved. I was going to get my revenge. I imagined my eyes glowing, and from the way everyone stared at me, I think they were. Afterwards, I could never explain what exactly happened. I didn't know what came over me. All I remember is running at Typhon, screaming my head off, with everyone staring at me in shock. The next thing I saw was empty space where Typhon last was. The gods all flew up to me while Annabeth and Grover ran up and hugged me.
"Oh my gods, Seaweed Brain, don't ever scare me like that again."
"Perrrrcy! Do you realize what you just did! You just defeated Typhon single-handedly!"
Right now I was in so mush shock I just wanted to sit down and cry, but with Annabeth hugging me like this, I knew I had to keep an eye on Athena. It was strange, because at first, she was giving me the death glare that I had seen before, but then she just broke out into a smile. I know. Annabeth, hugging me really close and Athena is smiling? Maybe she would finally approve of our friendship.
Zeus cleared his throat, "Congratulations, Percy Jackson. You have done what the gods could not. You are a true hero of Olympus!"
"I'm sorry, Lord Zeus, but Perseus can no longer be a hero." At this, Annabeth whirled on her mother. I would have said something, but I was still in shock from losing my father. "Mom, how can you possibly say that after all this, Percy has defeated not only Kronos, but Typhon as well! You are insulting me and everyone else who fought and died here when you say he can't be a hero!"
"Annabeth, dear, all you have to do is look at Perseus's forehead and you will know why he can no longer be a hero." Everyone turned to look at my forehead now, but Annabeth looked confused when she touch my forehead and then looked at the palm of her hand. All of the gods, except Athena, looked confused as well, for when I touched my forehead and looked at my palm, I almost fainted from shock. It was blood, yes.
But it was golden.
A/N: Sorry to end the story here i know its short, but everyone loves a good cliffhanger, right? Plus, I'm not entirely sure of how to proceed from here. I have some ideas, of course, but I am open to any and all suggestions! Just try to keep the ideas rated T, though.