The forgotten hero

Chapter 1

Percy POV

They were gone, I just watched them all die, non died painlessly, all died crying out the name of their loved one. Including Annabeth, I can still hear her screams ringing through my ears. After her death it's a blur, I don't even know how it happened but Gaia is dead. My dads calling my name my, I don't care, I don't want to move, I don't want to hear the cheers, I don't want to hear the crying. Half the Romans and Greeks were dead, the battle was not perilless.

" Percy" " Percy" look at me, my dad was trying to get me to look away from Annabeths body. I couldn't, that would make it too real. He yanked my face and made me look at him, "you did good son". I did good what a bunch of BS, non of this would have happened if it weren't for the stupid gods.

Before I knew it we were flashed to Olympus, all the gods were back in their thrones looking down on me, I was sick. Zeus spoke " Perseus in light of your achievements we would like to award you with God hod". ' How is that a reward they know I already turned it down once did they really think that I would accept it this time. If they did want to give me a reward I knew the perfect thing so finally I said something " no, I don't want to be a god, just kill me". Poseidon looked at me with sad eyes that almost made it seem like he cared. " You refuse me again" Zeus looked pissed, then again when doesn't he want to roast me with his lightning bolt.

Suddenly another flash happened in the throne room, it was the fates, Fuck.

Perseus Jackson, today is the day you become a god, ' they wouldn't dare. " DON'T TRY ANYTHING" I screamed, I'd have to kill myself before they made me a god. Riptide was is my pocket, faster then any of the gods could see I took riptide out and uncapped it. Just before the blade could be plugged into my chest Athena shot it out of my hand. She turned her head away "I'm sorry" her voice was barely above a whisper. 'No NO NO NO, this can't be happening, but it was the fates and even some of the gods held had to hold me down so they could make a god. I screamed, kicked, fought with all my might but not even I could take on so many powerful beings. Suddenly my body felt light, it didn't hurt like it had before. Now that I think about it I probably had some sort of injury from the previous battle.

The three fates say in unison " all hail Perseus Jackson Greek god of hero's, battle, tragedy, liquids, and half-bloods".

They had done it, they made my worst nightmare come true, I was a god. Now I was laughing hysterical, crying my eyes out. Some of the other gods looked at me with pity, some a neutral expression. After that I was taken to my 'father's palace till my own could be built. I heard the two camps became one. But I never left the room Poseidon gave me, I didn't need to eat, sleep, anything. So all I did was remember her, the way she made me feel, the ways her expression would turn playful whenever she called me seaweed brain. I missed her so much, I missed all of them, why did I have to be alive.

100 years Later

Some time ago my palace had finished being built, it was just a toned down version of Poseidons though. There was one room that had no like it, inside was portraits of my fallen friends and there most prized possessions. I would spend most of my time gazing upon the beautiful paintings. They were gifts from Apollo, the other Olympians would occasionally vist and bring thing. When they did I would barely acknowledge they were there, sometimes I didn't even realize there were. The only reason I knew later was because of the gift they would leave behind. To me they were all garbage, all I needed was to be in this room, with the only things beside memories I have left of my friends.

200 years later

I've managed to bring myself out of that room and explore the rest of my palace. The only other place I went was camp Olympia, that what the campers decided to call the joined Roman and Greek camp. After the war their wasn't enough Demi-Gods left for each camp to survive on there own so they had no choice but to combine. Apparently after the war statues made of gold were built of me and the rest of the seven. The camp itself grew quite a bit, it has as many children of minor gods as major ones. The Gods have even started to tell Satyr where their children are. This caused a lot more half-bloods to make it to the camp but at a much younger age. Chiron trained the half-bloods ten times harder, he was fearful of another war breaking out and losing more of them.