Hello! This is my first ever story so I'm a little nervous, honestly I've rewritten this whole thing about 3 times now but now I'm finally happy on a start for my story. Any feedback and reviews will be welcomed, good or bad it all helps. Anyway, enough listening to me ramble on nervously, enjoy the story! I do not own any of the PJO characters, they belong to Ol' Rick.

Chapter 1

Third Persons POV

Deep in the Void, the Primordial council was gathered. The throne room was made of the same material as the rest of the Void; a mixture of black marble, obsidian and nebula metal – a curious compound formed from the residual dust after a new star is formed – and a shimmering black material. The ceiling, however, was the most astounding feature. Or rather, the lack of ceiling. The throne room was built on a large platform drifting through the Void with a collection of galaxies drifting across the the deep purple sky, as if the galaxies themselves were trapped within bubbles, allowing the residents of the void to simply observe all that is happening.

In the centre of the room stood 14 brightly glowing thrones. The thrones of the Primordials. There was Ourea, the Primordial of mountains, her skin was a soft brown with deep brown eyes. Written at the base of her throne was the word 'Unmovable'. The throne itself was shaped like mountainous terrain, with their mistress sat proudly upon it.

To her right was Pontus, the Primordial of the sea. He was an extraordinarily tall man with a bronze tan and eyes the colour of the bluest ocean. The throne was made out of moving seawater with 'Untameable' froze across the bottom.

Next was Ananke, the Primordial of inevitability, compulsion and necessity, the mother of the fates. She had long, straight black hair with royal purple eyes. Her throne was perhaps the simplest yet the most elegant. A mixture of black marble with rich purple seating and ancient carvings that only Ananke herself could understand. Like the others, a word was carved at the base: 'Inevitable'.

Seated comfortably at the side of his wife on his hourglass-shaped throne was her husband, Chronos, the Primordial of time. He had short white hair which wildly contrasted with his youthful face and golden eyes. Inside the throne, golden sand trickled slowly down, eventually flowing into the word 'Eternal'.

Next, we have Hemera, the Primordial of the day. Similar to her sister's, her throne was made of marble which seemed to glow from the inside, shining with a brilliant light with a carving of the sun on the headrest. As usual, 'Ethereal' was carved into her seat of power. Hemera herself had tanned skin with flowing golden hair, her eyes were a light grey, almost white, blending in with the whites of her eyes but most interesting about the Primordial was the aura that surrounded her. It was a warm, comforting glow that spread out across her, the kind of glow that children crave. A motherly glow, similar to that of her grandniece, Hestia.

Her husband, Aether, was sat next to her on a very similar throne. Aether was the Primordial of light. However, unlike his wife, the light that shone out of him was a bright, harsh light causing all the others (save for Hemera) to squint at the very least. In the cases of Erebus and Nyx, they had to look away entirely, seeming thoroughly offended by the harsh light. Aether sat regally on his glowing throne with the word 'Radiance' shining and spiralling around the base of his throne. He had startling blonde hair, almost as white as Chronos' with pure white eyes.

In the centre of the room sat Chaos, the mother of the Primordials and creator of the universe. She had flawless, pale skin and features Aphrodite herself dreamed of having. With long black framing eyes that swirled with the cosmos. Her throne was as if someone had caused a part of space to turn solid and freeze, with moving stars, comets and even some planets floating across its surface. However, Chaos wasn't the monarch, she didn't believe in it nor did she want it. After all, they were family.

On her right sat Erebus, her oldest child and the Primordial of darkness. Everything about the deity screamed 'dark'; he had pitch black hair with black eyes that seemed to suck in the light around him. His throne was a mass of flailing shadows while he sat comfortably on his seat of power with 'Obscurity' floating in front of the throne.

The next Primordial was Nyx, Primordial of night and husband of Erebus. Very similar to her partner, she had dark hair and eyes except her eyes also seemed to faintly twinkle with stars. Aside from this and the fact that she was a female, she was almost identical to the Primordial of darkness. The throne was made of black marble, yet decorated with the night sky, accompanied with the moon and numerous constellations. The word 'Encroaching' was written across the moon.

The next throne was odd. It was made entirely of wind and clouds with a scarred man 'sat' atop it. This was Ouranos, the Primordial of the sky. He had sky-blue eyes with tanned skin that was criss-crossed with numerous scars, painful reminders of his son's betrayal. 'Untouchable' was ironically floating in the wind/throne.

Next was the eldest daughter of Chaos. Gaia, the Primordial of the earth. She had soft brown sin with bright, forest green eyes. Her throne was, unsurprisingly, made of rock and earth with 'Invincible' written above her head.

Lounging lazily next to her was Eros, the Primordial of love. Eros was, essentially, a more attractive, male version of Aphrodite; with chiselled muscle and perfectly tanned skin. His hair was a soft brown and his eyes were a vibrant red. His throne resembled a monarch's throne, a golden seat with deep red trim and seating. It had 'Unexpected' written on the headrest.

The final throne in the room belonged to Tartarus, the Primordial of the pit and punishment. The Primordial was a very intimidating immortal. He was the tallest being in the room and his entire aura screamed 'Danger!'. He had black hair that was tied up in a short ponytail revealing his terrifying eyes. They were a mixture of blood red and pitch black and staring into them could make any mortal being (and some immortals) have a one-way ticket straight into the realm of madness. His throne was made from Stygian Iron and had glowing veins running through it. Written on the ground in front of the throne was 'Judgement'.

The most powerful beings in the universe were all gathered in a single room and needless to say the power flowing from them was palpable. However, the man stood in the centre of the room didn't flinch. He was only young, around 19 years of age yet his eyes spoke a different story. They were a plain grey, as if the original colour was drained away but they showed agony, anger and sadness. Both his face and his stature was stoic, neither hunched yet not stood confidently. Simply standing.

The young man had raven black hair with multiple streaks of grey running throughout, almost half of his hair had been bleached giving it a swirling affect. His skin had once been tanned but had dulled due to the lack of sunlight. He had thick, stygian iron chains connected to his wrists that wrapped up his arms up to the elbow. He was wearing simple grey bottoms, leaving his chest bare. An alarming number of horrendous scars littered his muscular body.

Chaos looked at the child in front of her sadly. No man, no less one as young as this, should have gone through the atrocities this one had. He stood as if he simply didn't care any more. He probably doesn't; he had been tortured for 3 whole years in the worst place imaginable – and to make it even worse, it was his own family who sent him there in the first place!

The thought of the gods' stupidity made her anger spike and everyone in the room felt it. The very building blocks of the universe trembled under their creator's rage but she managed to rein in her emotions before another galaxy exploded. Wasn't fun last time that happened.

This young man was Perseus 'Percy' Jackson, former son of Poseidon.

Percy POV

Why do I always end up in a throne room? The last place I saw before my sunny vacation in Tartarus was a throne room and the first place I see when I come out is another freaking throne room! I flinched as the images flooded my mind. I fought against it but was pulled into the memory...

(Olympian Throne room, minutes after the defeat of Kronos)

I stood panting, watching as Annabeth ran to support the unconscious son of Hermes. Luke had passed out immediately after Kronos had been forced from his body. Who knew using Kronos' scythe would separate the two souls? I turned and walked over to where the scythe had been thrown when the Titan of Time had been forced out, nothing more than a ghostly apparition that dispersed with a final screech into nothingness.

I knew I should be happy, this was a win. We had beaten Kronos, saved Olympus, the Olympians had beaten Typhon thanks to my dad and to top it all off, we even managed to save Luke. However I knew the costs.

So many dead. Campers. Nature spirits. Friends and family. My heart was aching in my chest at how much we had lost. I'd seen so many friends die but pushed aside my grief knowing that the time for mourning would come later and now I know that time was almost here.

The quiet groans of Luke waking up made me turn back around to look at the pair, the scythe now in my hands after I picked it up from the cool marble floor. Luke's eyes fluttered open, bright blue once again, and finally focused on the daughter of Athena sat next to him with tears of joy running down her face.

Wasting no more time, Annabeth leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips while at the same time, my heart finally broke. I hung my head low, unable to watch the girl I love kiss the man who betrayed all of us. I thought that after the war, Annabeth and I would be together, I knew I loved her and I was beginning to think that she felt the same about me. Apparently I thought wrong.

Suddenly, the doors to the throne room burst open and the Olympians poured into the room, most looking worst for wear but nevertheless ready to fight. Zeus, being the paranoid piece of shit that he is, fired at the figure who stood carrying the weapon of the Titan Lord: Me. I crumpled to the ground writhing in pain, unable to scream due to the huge amounts of lightning coursing through my body. Invulnerable or not, a direct blast of the master bolt hurts like Hades. I barely heard my father roar in outrage before my vision went black and I surrendered to unconsciousness.

When I came around, I was laid in front of the newly repaired thrones with the Olympians sitting on them, glaring directly at me. I looked confusedly at my godly family – why were they looking at me like that? I looked to my father for support only to see he refused to meet my eye, instead settling for glaring into his lap, his knuckles turning white from gripping his trident so tightly. Finally, someone spoke. And it just HAD to be Zeus.

"So... You're finally awake." He thundered. 'Yeah' I thought, 'No thanks to you'. "Demigod, you have been accused of treason. How do you plead?" My jaw hit the marble floor. I just won them a war! Quickly finding my voice, I frantically spoke.

"What!? I just defeated Kronos! I even saved Luke in the process! Not guilty!" At this they glared even harder. Artemis shot out of her throne and shrank down to mortal size before slapping me across with the face with a resounding crack that echoed around the otherwise silent throne room.

"How DARE you! Both eye witnesses have already told us the truth and yet you still lie to our faces! We are GODS you insolent boy! You think you can lie to us?" The goddess of the moon spat viciously. I stared in shock, a red hand print already forming on the left side of my face. Artemis had always treated me fairly after I saved her from under the sky. Well, as good as a man-hating goddess can treat a male. When Artemis furiously stalked back to her throne, a terrifying scowl on her face, Athena spoke.

"Perseus Jackson, Son of Poseidon, this council has witnessed an act of your betrayal and one of the eye witnesses has sworn on the river Styx that you fought against him in the final battle." She had a cold fury dancing in her gleaming, grey eyes. "The majority of the council have found you guilty of High Treason and of deceiving your gods. The punishment for such heinous crimes is an eternity in Tartarus." It took me a few moments to register what had been said. When it had, I spun on my heels and ran for the exit. With godly speed, the exit was blocked by Ares, Artemis and Demeter. I fervently began to look around for something to help when I noticed that Hestia was looking sadly at me with fiery tears running down her childlike face. I also saw Hermes and surprisingly Hades looking outraged at the other gods, my father still refusing to look at me but I could see tears dripping off his face. Apollo was still recovering from his injuries from Typhon and missing entirely.

Finally, Poseidon stood and looked at me. He approached my crouching figure slowly, causing me to relax slightly and begin to stand. He carefully laid a hand over my heart before speaking. "I, Poseidon, god of the seas, hereby disown Perseus Jackson as my son." He paused before continuing in a quieter voice. "How could you do this to us Percy? What would your mother say? I'm so ashamed of you." When he had finished he immediately turned away, unable to look at the heartbroken expression on my face, even as the sea green in my eyes lost their lustre and drained away, leaving an empty grey colour, devoid of everything.

Zeus looked around one last time as Poseidon marched back to his throne with his head hung low. Ignoring the looks of disgust and protest from Hestia, Hades and Hermes, he fired his master bolt in front of me, opening a dark crack. Instantly, I felt the pull and knew then that I was going to Tartarus. There was no avoiding it now so, with my head held high, I calmly walked into oblivion, sending one final, burning glare at the gods that had betrayed me.

Falling.

I fell for what felt like days before I finally saw a dim red glow. I felt a little comforted knowing that I would likely be splattered against the landscape rather than having to suffer in this hell-hole. Then, to my absolute horror, my descent began to slow. Not enough for me to land safely but just enough so I would survive. I felt my bones break upon impact and I immediately fell unconscious again.

When I woke, I was greeted with the sight of a tall, scarred man with shoulder length black hair. He noticed I was awake and looked at me. I groggily lifted my head, trying to recognise who he was when I met cold, golden eyes.

"Hello again Grandson" Kronos said cheerfully. "Fancy meeting you in a place like this. I think it's time I teach you to respect your elders..." He pulled out a wickedly sharp bronze knife from behind his back and slammed it into my thigh. I screamed and tried to cradle my injured leg only to find my arms chained to the wall with Stygian Iron chains that felt almost as horrible as the injury. "Looks like you're staying with your Grandpa for a while." He said with malicious glee. "But don't you worry. I'm sure we'll find a way to entertain ourselves..."

(End of Flashback)

I tore myself from the memory shivering and noticed that some of the Primordials had left, while the remaining beings stared at me sadly. A quick head count told me that Ourea, Gaia, Ouranos and Aether had left. Chaos seemed to understand what I was thinking and explained.

"You may have noticed that some of us have left while you were...preoccupied. I'm afraid that they have a disliking for you and do not approve of my son, Tartarus, recovering you from his domain." I didn't say a word, merely nodded. I was used to supremely powerful people hating me. I think it's a talent.

"Why did you save me?" My voice was horse, after 3 years of nothing but screaming I wasn't surprised. "Why save me? What have I done that demanded the creator's attention?" Chaos was about to respond but Tartarus beat her to it.

"My domain is made to be the ultimate punishment for the evil and the damned. You, young demigod, are neither." He had a deep, rumbling voice that resonated through the room but it was surprisingly kind. He must have noticed my shock because he then continued. "I know what you are thinking. I know what most people think of me. They assume that, because of my domain, I am evil. Why would I be evil when I punish the monsters that are sent there? When I work to contain as many of the world's evils as possible? No, young Perseus, I am not evil." he rumbled before a small smile appeared on his face.

This only confused me further. If he wasn't evil, and I was in his domain and he knew I didn't belong there, why did he leave me to the mercy of the titans? Chaos quickly interrupted my dangerous train of thought. "He tried Perseus," she hurriedly explained. "He, like most of us, only awoke from our millennia of slumber recently and was too weak to detect you with so many titans working to hide you from sight. It was only when they made their mistake was he able to find you."

I winced as the memories once again flooded my mind and swept me back to hours previous, to when Kronos introduced a new level of torture.

(Percy's cell, a few hours ago)

I was slouched forward, only from the chains was I still upright. My wounds had finished healing from the day previous so I knew they would be back soon. This had become their routine: Torture me until they get bored, leave and wait for me to recover, come back for another round. Rinse and repeat. Occasionally, they detached the chains from the wall and dragged me to the arena where I would fight for the monsters' amusement. No weapons. All I ever had were my chains and hands, both of which I had become very skilled at fighting with.

Today seemed like it was going to be another session rather than a rumble in the arena. A large fist collided with the side of my head, snapping me from my pondering. I looked up and saw the usual group. There was Kronos, Hyperion, Krios and Perses.

They each had their own favourite style of hurting me. Kronos usually went for the typical 'cut-em-up' tactic while Hyperion enjoyed played with fire. By playing, I mean setting me on fire and listening to me scream. Fun times. Krios usually tried to find new ways, either through mental torture, electrocution and drowning – my personal favourite. Long gone were my powers over water and now I was just like any other mortal. Finally, Perses would use his powers of destruction to send tremors through my body, shattering my skeleton and organs piece by piece only to let Kronos reverse the damage so it can be done again. The fact that they were all here together was not good; their last group session together had been a particularly brutal one.

"Wake up maggot!" Hyperion screamed in my face. I sent a weak glare at him only to have Perses send minor tremors through my arms, dislocating both of them. I released a small grunt but nothing more. This was one of the minor injuries – I was used to much, much worse.

"Tut tut Perseus, we'll have none of that now" Kronos chided me like he would a naughty child. "After all, we brought you a gift! Would you like to know what it is?" Kronos revealed a vial filled with glowing yellow liquid.

"Poison again? Running out of ideas Gramps?" I smirked, only for it to disappear as another fist connected with my chest, breaking several ribs. Kronos continued as if nothing had happened.

"This is a very special treat Grandson. Very special. This little liquid is the same thing that was used to turn Lycaon into what he is now. You have met him, haven't you?" I didn't reply but the truth was he was actually a common visitor of mine, always turning up and raking his claws down my body. I didn't really like that mutt.

I froze as I realised what he meant and Kronos knew it. "Ah...not so confident now, are we? Yes this is the thing that turned him into a werewolf. The first werewolf. It's extracted from the heart of the pit itself! It was very difficult to get my hands on this, so I hope you appreciate it." I tiredly tugged at my chains as much as I could with my dislocated arms, causing the wounds around my wrist to reopen and crimson to ooze down my scarred arms. Kronos slowly approached, like he had all the time in the world and thoroughly enjoying watching me squirm. Although, being the Titan of Time, he probably did. Without another word, he forced my lips apart with a swift punch to the gut and poured the liquid down my throat as I gasped.

Instantly, I felt it course through my system, invading every fibre of my being and it burned. Gods did it burn. My very soul was on fire. A hoarse scream erupted from my shredded lips but then the pain ceased and my body felt different; stronger, more powerful. I even noticed that most of my wounds healed, being replaced with white scars. All my senses seemed enhanced. It felt incredible.

And I hated it.

Suddenly, the ground around the titans grew spikes and black flames sprouted at their feet. They all started to scream and try to move away but every time they did, more flames appeared to block them until they dissolved into golden dust. I watched in awe as some of the most powerful beings I had ever met all died in an instant. I heard someone laughing madly. I felt confused; was there another demigod down here with me? The laugh was clearly human but danced slightly on insanity. I finally realised that the person laughing was me and it instantly cut out. I just watched 4 people die painfully and laughed the entire time and that honestly, terrified me.

Once again, the ground began to shift, this time directly in front of me. It bubbled before a tall man rose from the ground wearing Stygian Iron armour. He seemed to evaluate the room, a look of disgust on his face before turning his attention to myself. I felt the raw power pulsing from this being and I began to glare at the man. He hesitated slightly at the anger that radiated off of me before raising his hand in an odd gesture, like he was swatting a fly, and the chains suddenly detached from the wall.

Still cautious, I wrapped the chains up my arm, ignoring the cold burning of the metal as I was long since used to it. This way, the chains did not restrict my movement too badly. Looking at the man, I saw what was like a large tear in the air, as if something had ripped through the world to reveal a large room with huge beings sat on thrones. I tentatively reached out my hand and felt a slight resistance, like a gust of wind brushing against my hand with slight static electricity dancing across my skin. Taking a deep breath, I walked through the door way.

(End of Flashback)

A frown instantly appeared on my face when I realised I had yet another flashback. I really hope this isn't going to be a common experience. "Perseus!" Anake snapped me back to attention. "If you would like, I can try fix your memories. I won't be able to stop them completely but I will make it so they don't happen at every possible moment. It would be most inconvenient if you were incapacitated in the middle of a fight."

Once again I frowned. "What do you mean, 'fight'?" I asked warily.

"We need you Perseus. The gods need you." Nyx answered calmly. I began to tremble violently at the thought of my betrayers. I just escaped from the hell they condemned me to and now I'm told I should help them? I felt the tell-tale signs of another flashback before a purple flash surrounded me and it stopped. I sent a grateful nod to Ananke who accepted it with a small smile. "You should calm yourself Perseus. We are not forcing you to forgive them, though we advise that you do in time. We simply wish to tell you that they are in danger and, if you would allow us, to help you prepare for the oncoming war." I realised yet another war meant more casualties. My thoughts drifted to Thalia, Nico, all the people who never abandoned me.

"Who is the threat?" I asked wearily. The entire throne room tensed and I knew this was a sore subject. I was shocked to see tears roll down Hemera's face.

"I'm afraid it is some of us. Gaia is trying to rise and this time Ourea and Ouranos are supporting her. Earlier today, A-Aether decided to jo-join them." her voice broke at the mention of the Primordial of Light. My heart swelled with pity towards her; her husband had betrayed her and abandoned their family. I made my decision.

"I'll help" I said rubbing my face tiredly. "But it's not like I'm going to be much help. How am I meant to fight against one of you? Never mind 4 of you! I'm only one demigod! Technically I don't even have a godly parent..." I said bitterly. The Primordials however, didn't appear distraught by my pessimistic thoughts.

"We will help you." Chaos told me with a comforting smile. "We are willing to bestow upon you our blessings to assist you. We may be unable to return to the world to fight them ourselves but that doesn't mean we can't help." My jaw hit the ground. Here were the most powerful beings in the universe and they were willing to bless me!

"Th-thank you my lady!" I stuttered. Chaos smile disappeared immediately to be replaced with a scowl.

"Don't call me 'lady', Perseus. It makes me feel old. It's just Chaos my dear."

"Then it's just Percy. I hate Perseus." I replied with a scowl mirroring her own.

"Shall we proceed?" Pontus asked calmly. Chaos nodded and raised her hand.

"My gift to you is the ability to manipulate the Void itself." I frowned in confusion and Chaos went on the explain. "This place where we are currently is the Void but the Void is everywhere, it is the very base of the universe. By allowing you to manipulate it, you will be able to punch through reality and call forth the Void to create certain constructs, such as weapons and armour, but also create walls and shields of energy. You will also be able to create tears in reality, like the one you came through earlier, to allow you to transport yourself anywhere." There was a faint buzzing in my head, which I was pretty certain was my brain starting to overheat as I tried to wrap my mind around the sheer enormity of the gift I was just given. Eventually I just gave up and smiled widely at Chaos, my face hurting from using muscles I hadn't used in years.

"Wow wow wowowow WOW!" was all I could say but luckily Chaos heard my mental thanks and nodded her head while laughing. She raised her hand and blasted me with black and purple energy that wrapped me into a cocoon of power as it soaked into my skin. Power like nothing I'd ever felt before rushed under my skin and suddenly I could feel it all around me, in everything, like an underlying layer to the world I had never been aware of until now and I guess that is the Void.

Eros interrupted my basking in my new power by rising casually from his throne and speaking in a clear, masculine voice. "Yo Perce, I give you the ability to hear other's thoughts, otherwise known as telepathy. You may also communicate by sending your own thoughts to them as well. I understand that you will not be as trusting after your recent experiences so hopefully this will change that. This way, you'll be able to know if someone's intentions are as they say." As he finished, a warm red beam shot from his outstretched hand and hit me into the chest, again wrapping around me and soaking in. When it had faded, the beings in the room gasped when they saw me. I looked confusedly at Eros. "I forgot to mention, there is one side affect to receiving my blessing." He said with a shrug. He waved his hand and a mirror appeared in front of me. What I saw shocked me. I was looking at a tall man, around 6"4, with black hair with multiple streaks of startling white mixed in. I realised I was looking at myself. My face was more angular and defined, my whole body was much more muscular, without an inch of fat anywhere, while at the same time not being too bulky. Some of the harsh scars that littered my body had faded to very faint white scratches that were barely visible but most of them were still just as large and as painful to look at as ever. Constant reminders of my time in Tartarus. I smiled at Eros to show my thanks.

"Are we going to keep admiring the boy all day or can we continue?" Nyx asked impatiently.

Chronos let out a hearty laugh. "Sister, you need to learn to take things easy. Learn to relax, we have plenty of time."

"That's easy for you to say." Erebus muttered.

"Nyx is right." Chaos cut in. "We need to continue with the ceremony. And Chronos, just because you can view time as whatever speed you wish doesn't mean the rest of the people here can." She scolded her son.

Chronos sighed at his mother. He's as old as the universe and still gets told off by his mum. Some things never change. "Alright Perseus. I, Chronos, blah blah blah let's just do this." A golden light shot from the hourglass on the top of his staff and once again struck me in the chest. "With my blessing, you are able to manipulate time as you see fit but remember that the strain is quite extensive for large scale usage. You are also able to rewind time around an injury to make it fade but it will eventually return. Just use this if your injury is slowing you down too much at the time. Should keep you alive." Chronos seemed smug, he knew exactly how good his blessing was and he didn't need me telling him so I simply nodded my head in thanks, feeling slightly overwhelmed at it all.

Next Nyx stood. "Percy, as the Primordial of Night, I have certain control over the other parts connected to my domain, including the moon. I know you do not want to hear this but you are, for all intended purposes, a monster. If you were to die, you would dissolve just as monsters do and return to Tartarus. You haven't felt it yet but under the moonlight, you will most likely lose control of your werewolf form. Therefore, I shall grant you full control of your werewolf abilities at all times, which will also revert your status of monster back to as you were. I also grant you the power to put any creature to sleep. I understand how you feel about your current state but with my help, this may prove to be more of a blessing than a curse." A black light enveloped me once again before leaving me feeling fully energised, leading me to believe it was currently night time on Earth as there was no time in the Void (other than the white-haired man sat on his hourglass throne).

Hemera rose after her sister. "I apologise Percy, but there isn't much I can gift you as my domain and my husband's are so closely interlinked there is little I could gift you without him turning it against you. Therefore I give you power of healing, although it was drain you heavily to use. I know its not much..." Hemera seemed shy, as if expecting me to scoff at her gift.

"Thank you, Lady Hemera for your generous gift. I know this is difficult for you and I'm sorry you're in such a difficult situation." I said sincerely to the now stunned Primordial. She broke out of her rapture and a small smile grew on her face. A brilliant white light burst from her open palm and was absorbed into my body.

As if planned, Erebus and Pontus both shot up at lightning speed and fired their power at me, sending me flying back and hitting a pillar by the sheer force of it. Black and blue light glowed around me before settling.

"BOYS! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!? THAT MUCH POWER AT ONCE COULD HAVE KILLED HIM THERE IS A REASON WE HAVE BEEN GOING ONE AT A TIME!" Chaos was screaming at her now cowering sons while the whole room shook. Erebus was hidden behind Nyx, shaking quietly while Pontus had dissolved into a puddle of water that was quivering with every word.

"We-we just wanted to see if he could take all of it, he would have to if he was going to face our siblings in battle...plus it was taking too long..." Erebus said weakly while the now fully reformed Pontus nodded his head furiously.

Chaos sighed and the room stopped shaking. "You're both idiots. Shadow manipulation and water manipulation I'm guessing?" she asked tiredly.

Pontus nodded. "You can also turn into water like I just did or even steam if you need to. Don't forget that the human body is around 70% water." He said with a wink.

I extracted myself from the hole in the pillar I had made when struck by the energy, sending a weak glare at the two Primordials before semi-grudgingly thanking them. On one hand, 2 really cool blessings, including the return of my water powers. On the other hand, almost died again and now my back aches like a bitch. It's been an emotional day and its not quite over yet.

"You're a strong one" Ananke said amused. "I'm sure my daughters would love to continue toying with you as they have been but you have a hard enough road ahead of you without them meddling. My gift to you is power over your own fate. You will be untouchable to the fates and anyone in your life will also be out of their grasp. You will be the only person outside of this council who is not controlled by fate. A life of your own design, something the gods can't even claim to have. I also protect your mind from any and all forms of influence." I was shocked and touched by this. Finally, I would be free from the fates. For years, they have toyed with my life, treating me as nothing more than a puppet. Now I was out of their reach. I bowed deeply to Ananke, unable to express my thanks and she just smiled softly and I again glowed the same purple as earlier before it faded.

The final Primordial left was Tartarus and I was honestly a little nervous. A blessing from the Primordial of Punishment was not something most would want to receive. "Perseus, I grant you full control of Stygian Iron, so you are immune to the effects of your chains. You will also be able to summon Stygian Iron and control it, such as the length of your chains. I also grant you control of Hellfire, something that is capable of causing all, especially immortals, immense pain if they ever come into contact with it. I trust you to use it wisely. My final gift to you, is the ability to restrain others in Cursed Rock. You may choose to inflict pain through these rocks if that is what you want." Tartarus said seriously. When he finished speaking, a blast of black and red energy was fired and absorbed into me and immediately, I could no longer feel the draining effects of my chains and it felt amazing. I was used to the feeling but once it was gone it was very noticeable and felt like a huge weight was lifted off me. Concentrating on the thick chains that were wrapped around my arms, they faded away to leave the matching tattoos of my black chains wrapping all the way up my arms, ending just at the elbow.

I felt amazing. I felt like I had so much power at my fingerprints I was about to explode. It was exhilarating and I wanted to start practising with everything straight away. I looked over at the mirror Eros had summoned and was shocked when I saw my eyes. They were rolling pits of power that glowed brightly while at the same time seemed to suck in all the light in the room. Pure black with explosions of red, blue, gold, purple, white and what could only be described as blood red. The whites of my eyes were gone leaving only this swirling colours of power. As cool as it is, I don't think I'll be seen in the mortal world with these eyes.

"You can change them to normal if you would like to," Chaos said after reading the expression on my face, no longer being able to read my mind thanks to Ananke's blessing. "Simply relax and focus on your eyes dimming in power."

I tried it and all the colour of my eyes suddenly condensed so it was just around the iris. The same swirling mixtures of colours, just a bit more small scale. I smiled in thanks at Chaos, feeling more than a little overwhelmed by the day's events.

"Also, you have been made mostly immortal to strengthen your body, otherwise our power would have turned you to ash." Nyx informed me. "By mostly immortal, I mean you can only die in battle and even then, it'll take quite a lot to kill you. The amount of power you currently hold puts you ahead of any Titan or Olympian, including the elder gods. However, they are still not to be underestimated as they have had much longer in learning to control their power than you have."

All the Primordials gathered around the room stared at me with pride in their eyes and I couldn't help but feel my chest swell. These people cared for me enough to save me and then gift me with enough power to make me basically a god. My heart sank as I remembered what had been said earlier.

"I won't see any of you after this will I?" I asked dejectedly.

"No child, we can not return to the world, none of us are strong enough and our blessing of you has drained most of the power what we had. Some of us may still be able to speak to you through your mind if you allow us to but we can not return." Chaos told me sadly.

'Finally finding people who care for me and I won't ever see them again.' I thought bitterly. 'Just my luck. And I've got to go help those traitorous gods who made my life hell, even long before I was thrown into Tartarus.' The thought of it made my blood boil and caused my new aura to flare around me, as if reality itself was warping under my anger.

"You will have to learn to control your emotions Percy, or else you'll end up blowing up the world you're going to be trying to save." Eros said coolly.

"I wish there was more we could do to help, but once you leave this room you'll be beyond our help. The first thing I suggest you do is gain some powerful friends." Tartarus spoke. "Do favours for some gods, gain their trust and their support so that your reintegration back into Olympus is as smooth as possible. The Olympians are already aware of the truth but it was too late to retrieve you as you were already being hidden by the titans, Apollo informed them all of the truth as soon as he was recovered from his injuries. The son of Hermes fled immediately, even we are not sure where he is, no doubt he is under the protection of Gaia after the fall of her son."

"And to think, those idiots held a trial without the god of truth present." Erebus muttered darkly.

Rolling his eyes, Tartarus carried on. "Even though they are aware of your innocence, they may not know how to react to your return, as they are probably aware that if you were to return you would hold quite a lot of resentment towards them for their treatment of you."

"Damn right I do..." I growled. "Some of them are in some deep shit if I have to deal with them again..."

"That's not all Perseus." Pontus said. "The daughter of Athena, she was influenced by Castellan from the moment that they kissed. Although the kiss was her decision, everything that she did after that until the retreat of the son of Hermes was completely out of her control and she was distraught when she realised what she had done."

'So Annabeth didn't really betray me?' I began to wonder. 'No, she may have not betrayed me like I thought she had but she still kissed Luke. Anything that we may have had ended then.'

A sudden shake through the throne broke me out of me pondering. Glancing around worriedly, Chaos said quickly, "It is time for you to leave now my dear, even though you have your new powers over the Void, it still does not welcome anyone other than Primordials."

Nodding, I turned around while Chaos waved her hand and a Void tear appeared in the air, showing a woodland forest just as the sun was rising. I stepped towards the portal before looking over my shoulder. "Thank you all so much for everything you have done for me...I don't know how I can ever hope to repay you all." I told the Primordials sincerely.

"Win us this war Perseus. And send our family back to us." Hemera replied clearly, unshed golden tears in her eyes.

With a steely look of determination on my face, I nodded one final time before stepping through the portal, back into the real world.

And finished! Sorry if some of the parts in this chapter seemed a little rushed, especially the blessings part I just wanted to get through it all while still giving a bit of flesh to the Primordials as characters, even though some of them may not be returning for a while. Hopefully now we can get onto the good stuff!

If you're thinking Percy is already too OP with his newfangled powers just wait, I'm not planning on giving him complete mastery over them straight away, they'll be things he'll have to learn and practice with to get to the "tearing through several Olympians at once" stage that I know a lot of authors rush to which I admit is cool but to me doesn't feel right for my story.

Anyway, thanks for reading and I hope you stick around to follow this story to see if it flourishes into something beautiful or crashes and burns (hopefully its the former). Please give any feedback to let me know what you think and give me any ideas you think would be cool to have included in the story, I've got several ideas already but any input helps. Peace out!