Just Remember… You Did This

A.N- Sup everyone. New Story.

It has been fifteen years since I left. Fifteen years since I saved the world. Again. My life has ever been easy however it became worse when I was told I was a demi-god. I was thrust into a world where I was forced to prove that I deserved to life. I was only twelve at the time. Every year I had to do something that proved my loyalty to the deities that call themselves the Olympians. Retrieve Zeus' master bolt. Retrieve the Golden Fleece to heal the Camps protection and inadvertently freeing Zeus' daughter, Thaila. Rescue Artemis from under the sky. I held the sky in her place. Fighting and beating the Titians because of a stupid prophesy.

After all that I thought I was free. But it was not to be. Not even a year later I was thrust into yet another prophesy with six other demi-gods. We had to face the Giants and their mother Gaia. We won. I personally helped take down three Giants out of twelve before single handedly sending Gaia back to sleep. After that I was asked, as a reward to become a God. I turned it down for the second time. Annabeth did not. She broke my heart that day, and she didn't even realize it. The other demi-gods and the Gods themselves gave me pitying looks but didn't say anything. That wasn't even the worst thing.

During the Giants war I begged my father to protect my mom and step dad. I knew they would be targeted. My father's response? 'They'll be fine Percy. Monsters won't worry about mortals. I believed him. After it was over I went to their apartment. He was wrong. My mom, stepdad and my little unborn sister were dead. Gaia's last revenge. I screamed in pain and anger over their dead bodies. That's how Hestia found me. She hugged me and held me as I cried. She told me that she was sorry. Not because they were gone, but because of the pain I was in because of it. She gave me her blessing before leaving me alone. I didn't find out till later what that truly entailed.

I headed back to Camp Half-blood. The only home I had left. The next few weeks I went round feeling nothing. No pain. No anger. No grief. No one knew what had happened. I began to notice that the campers were slowly pulling away from me. Giving me fearful looks. The only ones who stood by me were a couple of old crowd. Clarisse, Connor, Travis, Malcolm and Kate. They knew what I had done to save everyone and they were annoyed at how others had been treating me.

A new camper appeared the day I left. His name was Drake. 12 years old and a son of Poseidon. My half-brother who may I add was an arrogant little shit whom believed that the universe owed him because he was a son of the Big three. He was nothing special. His power over water was weak and hadn't even killed a monster yet. The Olympians decided to grace us with their presence that day. I asked to speak to my father in private. He agreed and teleported us to his temple on Olympus. As soon as he had released me I snapped. My rage came back with a vengeance and I began to scream at him. I told him that my mom was dead. I told him that it was his fault for not protecting her like I begged him to. He got angry at that. He told me it was my fault for being born. It was my fault for being too weak to save her. And then he did the worst thing that he could have done. He disowned me. He told me to leave his presence and never bother him again. In shock at what he had done I did what he asked and ran.

I ran and ran until I reached here. Alaska. The land beyond the Gods. I spent a year trying to sort out my new life. I got a scholarship and attended Alaska Fairbanks. I majored in Earth and Marine science. I gained a PhD for that. I got another degree for geology. I know I never came across someone who was smart. There was two things to do with that. One I hid my intelligence. People underestimate a dumb person therefore that's what I did. I came across an idiot. Secondly because I got a visit before I left to attend Fairbanks. Chaos found me. Chaos was, is the most powerful deity in the universe. He told me he had watched me, my achievements, my heartbreak and my tragedy. He bestowed upon me a gift. Well three gifts actually. He took away my dyslexia and boosted my intelligence by fifty percent. I was now smarter than even the best of Athena' children. Secondly he opened a bank account for me with a small fortune inside. Lastly he gave me the ability to master any weapon, that's including the bow. I asked him before he left why he gave me this. He turned to me with a sad smile on his face and replied, 'because I deserved it' Chaos gave me something that I could use to help others and for that I am grateful.

So now here I am fifteen years later. Two degrees. A PhD. And a large cabin on an isolated piece of land which I owned. Did I mention everything? Oh wait there was one more thing. My name. My name is Perseus Jackson.

A.N- hey. New story started. Don't worry the Origins of the Black Widow is still in the works, I'm just taking a break from it.

Hope you enjoy this one.