Epilogue

Percy

Okay, so here's what happened.

Annabeth, Grover, and I all became gods, and being gods on the Olympian council.

Annabeth took Mr. D's place as the goddess at Camp Half-Blood, which was a relief because I didn't think that those campers deserved Mr. D for any more than 2 minutes. Even though she watched over Camp, she still lived in Olympus and took place in the councils.

Jason and Piper went back to the Roman camp, and became praetors there. They run the camp, and Jason is doing a pretty good job. He calmed down the Romans, so they weren't warriors who killed anybody who wasn't worthy anymore. Hey, it's a step in the right direction.

Leo kept the hooded costume that he wore, and him, Reyna, and Gwen went around to find heroes who would join the ranks of the "Hoods of Perseus". They were a group of black hooded heroes who I granted immortality to. They used their powers to become vigilantes, not heroes, meaning that they pretty much sought out danger before it became known to the world, and destroyed it. They operate at night, and use the darkness as their greatest asset. Annabeth also blesses them because they need stealth.

Just yesterday, the Hoods destroyed Hyperion. Granted, they had a little trouble and I came down and saved down. Leo became the leader of the Hoods, and him and Reyna have a steady relationship. Nico also joined the Hoods, and actually started a little relationship with Gwen. Not like I'm complaining about that. That girl needed a guy. The real fun part was when the Hoods met the Hunters, and they broke out in a full fight that I had to stop. Tyson also joined as the big man of the group. Luckily, the suit stretched to fit his body.

The roster of the Hoods were: Leo, son of Hephaestus. Reyna, daughter of Bellona. Gwen, daughter of Hermes. Tyson, son of Poseidon. Hazel, daughter of Pluto. Frank, son of Mars. Austin, son of Apollo. Katie Gardner, daughter of Demeter. Will Solace, son of Apollo. And along with those familiar ones, there have been several new faces, including bombshell Tommy, son of Ares. I had to come down to put him in check a couple of times.

Let's see…Theseus is still with Calypso and they're happy with each other. Two old-school people who have no place in the today world, but they still seem happy anyway.

Thalia, Grover, Annabeth, and I still hang out like four teenagers. We can do this without violating Thalia's Hunter promises because we're gods, and not 'men'. I know, confusing, but I'm not complaining. I get to hang out with my annoying cousin.

Rachel…is an interesting case. She looks at me like silent flirting, but she never does it explicitly. We visit and hang out with her a lot, because we know that the life of an Oracle can be pretty lonely, judging from the social life of the mummy in the attic of Camp Half-Blood. She appreciates it; she doesn't say it, but we can see it. The pep in her step, the abundance of smiles.

Ares still challenges me to fights all the time; Ares, and Mars. And yet, because of my gifts of godhood, I beat him every single time. He used every weapon known to man, and I still beat him.

Zeus grudgingly respects me. He comes into my room for advice of how to lead his family in the right direction and away from arguments. I think he does this because he realizes that I actually, in a way, did what he never could do. All his accomplishments, and be mortal, while turning down immortality. I try to give him the best advice I can, but I'm not really a psychologist. We once got into a fight about the way to discipline the demigods when they accidently knocked over his statue. He wanted to turn them into vultures, but when I stood up to him, we got into a little fight. We fought to a standstill; I held back because I didn't want to hurt him somehow…and I have the feeling that he held back also. I still have the lightning shaped scar on my back.

Hades still hates me, despite the fact that every week, I visit him in the Underworld, and bless him with my hospitality whether he likes it or not. I haven't really forgiven Persephone and Demeter for not standing up for me years ago when Hades captured me. Hades hates the fact that I've become immortal, meaning that he will never have control over my soul, and have power over me in turn. I try to treat him as my own family, which is extremely hard, but I still do it out of respect.

Dad and I are on equal grounds of power terms, but I treat him with respect as my father. You know Mom still comes and visits me, and still tells me to clean my room? You know what I do?! I'm a man! I'm a god! I have my own wife! I have my own sense! You know what I tell her?

"Okay, Mom." And I clean my room. Hey, never underestimate the power of your mother. They can kick your butt either physically or mentally and you can't touch them since they gave life to you. Annabeth and I visit Dad underwater to oversee his armies, and to just check out what's going on. Dad gave Riptide a little makeover, giving it the ability to turn into a trident, or any weapon that I can use. You have no idea how practical that is.

Aphrodite flirts with me incessantly. I try to avoid her as much as possible out of respect of her husband Hephaestus. Hephaestus looks at me with a grudging respect, and he even brings Annabeth and I down to his place to show us his designs for weapons.

Apollo and Hermes treats me as their little brother and messes with me from time to time. They're just as bad as Travis and Connor in the case of their pranks. And they're not regular pranks. They're pranks worthy of gods. You have any idea how annoying that is?!

Annabeth and I visit the Underworld and bring word of the outside world to them. We visit the ghosts of our deceased friends, and it's cool because they don't have any regrets. All of them, and I mean all of them, are happy in death.

I go hunting with Artemis every week also. I actually like hanging out with her because she has no romantic attraction to me, and she's an amazing Hunter. Sometimes we even do little hunt challenges, where we try to hunt each other down. We fight each other, but not lethally. So I guess you could call her my sparring partner.

Dionysus just ignores me as much as possible. I do the same. It's a mutual agreement not to kill each other.

Annabeth and I look down on the mortals and demigods, and we protect them to the best of our ability, Annabeth mostly since she's called the Protector.

I was standing of the temple of the gods. It was huge, and decorated with drawings of the gods' adventures and monsters. There were spiderwebs, and it was dusty, as if they hadn't been in here in centuries. There were stone and marble statues of every god, and there were even new ones added of Annabeth, Grover, Hestia, and I.

I walked over to the statues. I looked at Zeus'. He was depicted in his famous position where he's throwing the Master Bolt. It said in Greek, Zeus, King of the Gods. I turned to the left to look at my father's. He had one hand on his hip, and the other holding his trident and looking up to the sky. Poseidon, God of the Sea and the Earthshaker.

I turned and looked at Athena's. She was depicted as two hands on her hips, looking straight at the spectator. I could almost see her gray eyes moving at a million miles an hour. Athena, Goddess of Wisdom and Battle Strategy.

I looked at Hades'. I thought of him climbing out that prison. It showed him wearing his helm of Darkness and pointing his pitchfork. He had his usual angry facial expression. I skipped the others and went right to ours.

Annabeth was depicted holding her hands out as if protecting someone. Under it, it read, Anna, Goddess of Protection and Creativity.

Grover was depicted as crouched down as if he was tending to the ground. It read, Grover, God of the Wild and Nature.

Hestia was depicted as standing in a fire and looking straight ahead. Hestia, Goddess of the Hearth.

I was depicted as holding Riptide to the sky and looking to the sky as if looking for some heavenly inspiration. My expression was that of determination, the way that Annabeth says I look after I win a battle with someone, or an argument with Athena.

I sensed someone behind me. I turned and saw Hades. He was wearing his totally black suit with no white visible. His beard and pale skin hadn't changed. He bore his eyes into me. His voice came out as a raspy whisper, "Perseus."

I raised an eyebrow. "I was just about to visit you."

He looked around. "This hasn't been visited in many ages," he admitted. "And you're the first in a while to come in here."

I looked at him, and went out on a limb. "Why are the older gods so bitter? What's wrong with all you? You should be cheerful, and most of all, you should be mature about your decisions. Like, it's obvious that you've been mistreated and yet you don't stand up for yourself."

Hades' eyes smoldered with the orange fire again. I gripped Riptide at my side, and Hades' eyes blazed even further. "I don't say anything because it would upset the balance. You think that if I vouched to get taken out the Underworld, things would be good? Chaos would reign. Ghosts would find their ways out and torment humanity. People would resent me, and it could start a war if I have the gods choose sides. You think you know about sacrifice, Jackson? My wife hates me, and despises her time spent in the Underworld. She can't wait to get out, and I'm alone in there during half of the seasons. My brothers hate me and view me as something that I'm not. But I keep the façade up to establish peace. You have everyone loving or at least respecting you, and a beautiful wife to call yours. And what do I have? Nothing. You wonder why I'm so hostile towards you, Perseus? You know now."

"So you're doing this to keep the peace? Maybe your wife wouldn't hate you as much if you tanned yourself. Gave her some flowers. Some presents. Listen to her for a chance. Just try being nice to her for a change. Literally, thinks can't get any worse for you."

Hades' eyes smoldered again, but Persephone materialized with a bored expression on her face. He gritted his teeth since he was interrupted of his hate of me. He turned towards her with his hands behind his back. I raised my eyebrows, and conjured a bouquet of wonderful salvalillies, the flowers of Olympus. I put it in his hands, and he whipped towards me with anger in his eyes for setting him up.

Persephone saw the flowers, and her eyes lit up. "Aww, Hades you got me these?! Where did you pick these? They smell beautiful!"

Hades couldn't have looked more uncomfortable. I sent him a silent message, and he turned to his wife and forced a smile. "They're for you, my wife. I hope you enjoy them." Persephone smiled, kissed Hades, the god of death, and hooked arm in arm with him as they disappeared in thin air, probably to Mount Olympus.

I was left alone in the place. I looked at the walls, and there were pictures and paintings of Zeus throwing his lightning bolt, Hera making stuff blow up, Hades sitting in his throne in the Underworld, Hermes running across the sky, Apollo riding his chariot of the Sun across the heavens, Ares in armor, battling the Titan Atlas, Heracles with the Nemean Lion's cloak, Theseus with the horn of the Minotaur, Poseidon with his trident above the seas, Aphrodite rising out of sea foam.

I turned and saw a whole wall with me on it. There was a Greek inscription at the top. There were huge overlapping paintings of me fighting the Minotaur, crossing the Sea of Monsters, fighting Polyphemus, charging Atlas, protecting the Ophiotaurus, falling into the Labyrinth, destroying the telekhines, sailing away from Calypso's island, attacking a blonde figure who was Kronos, running from the gorgons, leading two warriors I recognized as Frank and Hazel against Gaea herself, and much more small battles. Above all of it showed me in a white robe holding a spear to the sky; lightning was striking it, there was a wave rising behind me, and skeletons and darkness was surrounding me, and the spear had the illusion that it was glowing. I recognized the spear; the Spear of Tridium, created by combining the Big Three's weapons. Apparently that's an adventure I haven't had yet. The ancient Greek inscription above all of it read, Perseus, The Avenger.

I then recognized the drawings, the brush strokes and the painting color choices and the action scenes. Rachel drew all these. Just mine, not everyone else' paintings. I'm pretty sure the previous Oracles drew the other paintings. Rachel drew me with such…preciseness. Accuracy. It was uncanny, and amazing at the same time.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" I turned to see Athena, standing there in her black and white robes. Her stormy gray eyes even still caught me off guard as they looked into my soul. I nodded and turned back to the pictures.

"I suppose you aren't here to kill me."

Athena smirked. "If only. I do not approve of your relationship with my daughter, even if you are the prophesied ones to save the age of the gods."

I rolled my eyes. "Deal with it, then."

Athena sighed. "I suppose I can't change your mind. Well, if you're staying with her, I want grandchildren."

I looked at her incredulously. Grandchildren? She goes from hating me to…wanting me to….ugh. Extreme bipolar disorder. Athena smirked again.

"No, not bipolarness, Perseus. I want you two to be happy, as happy as possible when you're a god. But the age of us gods are ending. It's been a good run, but it's coming to a close soon. It's going to be a while, but when we do step down, we expect you young gods to step up and take our place. Especially you, Perseus, who will be their leader?"

"WHAT?"

"And you'll do a great job of it. I have no doubt. You must know discipline, control, power, and assertiveness. You have all that, so you will take Zeus' place one day. Observe him. Keep your personality. It will save you one day. And keep an eye on that one Jason Grace. He could be a good candidate to step up as a god soon."

I looked at her warily. Why was she telling me this?

"Because I want you to have the most success possible. You are our only hope Perseus, even though there might not seem to be any danger around. Now, would this be a good time to tell you that your Hoods are in danger of Antaeus?"

"Antaeus," I grumbled. "I need to get a serious family reunion with a godly psychiatrist. My siblings have issues."

Athena had a hint of a smile on her face as I ran out the temple and jumped into the open sky. It was like 500 feet down to the ground. I fell, and sure enough, my man Blackjack swoops down, catches me, and in a flash of light, we arrive at the scene and take down my half-brother. Doing all that in a matter of 2 minutes, I flew Blackjack back up to the throne room.

I stared at the empty throne of the gods. Annabeth came in and held my hand. We didn't need to talk. We already knew what we were thinking. It was one of our gifts. As I was staring at the thrones, I was thinking. One of these days, it was going to be ours. And who will step up?

Jason in Zeus' spot? Me in my father's spot? Annabeth in Athena's spot? Nico in Hades' spot? Clarisse in Ares' spot? Piper in Hera's spot? Or in Aphrodite's spot? Katie Gardner in Demeter's spot? Who will take Hestia's spot? Thalia will probably take Artemis' place. Pollux will probably take his father's spot (as if that'll be hard). But it's still a lot to think about. How will they be able to take godship? I would have to keep an eye on them. Protect them to the best of my ability.

I've bathed in the five rivers of the Underworld. I've died and came back to life. I have saved the world countless times. I've led my friends and teams into battle and came out victorious. I've defeated demigods, monsters, giants, gods, Titans, Primordial beings, and hopefully much more.

I've transcended the expectations and accomplishments of the gods, and yet I will still stay humble. I will stand up for what's right, and stand up to what's wrong. I've defeated every evil that's come at me so far, and hopefully it will stay that way. I will protect humanity for all I've got. Because that's what I do. I fight. And that's the whole point of being a god. Being immortal so you can use your abilities to help others and keep order around the world. But it doesn't mean forget my human side. I will fight to keep those two equal in my mind.

Us gods still look and keep our eyes open for the next heroes of this era. I am Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon. And Perseus, the god of heroes, bravery, order, and honor. And it's my job to find the next hero, or maybe, just maybe, make one myself with my wife.

Farewell!

Perseus(aka, Percy Jackson, troubled kid with ADHD problems and difficulty with girls)

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