OMG. I have so much to write about. I know some of you must be mad at me for not putting these chapters out quick enough but I have lots of stuff to do. I'M SORRY OK! I own nothing.
I woke up in the same bed as I fell asleep in. It was nice to wake up in some place familiar for once.
I couldn't sit up because my ribs still hurt horribly, so I laid on my back and stared at the ceiling. I could feel the cool metal on my ankle underneath thick layer of blankets.
Then, the door to my room opened, and Apollo walked in with a tray.
"You must be hungry." Said Apollo. I shrugged. Even though I'm a teenage boy, the pressure from the war and the deaths of my love ones have kept me up at night, and my stomach has always been in knots. These past few weeks at camp, I've barely eaten a full meal.
"I know you haven't been eating," Apollo says to me as helps prop me up so I can eat. "Annabeth told me that you've barely been eating anything. You were lucky if you even ate a full apple."
"Yeah, it's just, with the war and all of the deaths, and the fact that I was suppose to die.."
"Hey, hey," Apollo put a hand on my shoulder. "It's over, ok? And in a few days, you will become a god. Alright? Now, eat."
I look down at the tray Apollo put on my lap. Chicken noodle soup, a piece of bread and a glass of water again.
I slowly eat, savoring each bite and spoonful. I hadn't realized how hungry I was.
"Where's my dad?" I ask Apollo.
"Probably getting ready for your arrival." Apollo shrugged.
"My dad said that when I become a god, I also become a Prince. I thought Triton was next in line for the throne."
"Actually Percy, when you where born, you automatically became a Prince because you are the son of a King. Second," Apollo laughed, "You're going to love this, your dad said to Triton that he wasn't ready to become his full heir. He needed to prove himself. Oh my, you should have seen Triton's face! Just a warning, he's not too happy about your arrival."
"Yeah, Triton hates me."
"He's extremely jealous."
"I guess so."
Apollo gave me a half smile. "You should rest."
I huffed. "Thats all I've been doing for theses past few days. Sleeping and eating."
"Don't forget escaping from Olympus and then being dragged back by Zeus' wind spirits."
"How could I forget."
Apollo ruffled my hair and chuckled. "But, seriously Percy, you should rest. You have a big day ahead of you."
I smiled. "Oh yeah, I'm going to be made a god."
Apollo pushed me shoulders to the bed. "You know the drill." He said. He cupped my chin and placed his index finger to my forehead, and I thought no more.
For the next few days I wasn't even allowed to ask questions. How does someone become a god? Where is my dad? What's going on in the outside world? I was kept in the dark, and it sucked.
Apparently, Zeus had ordered Apollo not to say a word. Just feed me when I woke up, and then do his creepy magic and make me fall back asleep.
But soon, the day to make me a god finally came.
I opened my eyes to see a smiling Apollo sitting next to my bed.
"Today is the day!" He says, practically bouncing off the wall.
"Yes it is." I say. With Apollo's help, I slide out of bed.
"I'm guessing you don't need help getting dressed, since you've done it before." Apollo said.
Aphrodite picked clothes out for me to wear. They didn't look to complicated or too fashionable. The last thing I want to wear as a mortal is a hot pink feather vest.
She picked out one of my favorite outfits. Dark blue skinny jeans, black Converse high tops, and one of my giant long sleeve shirts. The sleeves went past my hands and ended mid thigh, but it's warm and comfortable.
I'm surprised she didn't ask me to wear something fancier. I mean, I am being made a god over here.
Apollo and I walked down the hall, me limping a little bit from my almost healed broken ankle. We reached the throne.
"Are you nervous?" Apollo asked.
"How do you guys make someone a god?" I ask.
"You'll find out." Apollo said.
I didn't like that answer.
Apollo pushed open the doors, and all of the talking immediately died down. Apollo sat in his throne, and I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room.
I looked over at my father. He wore a huge smile and had that familiar twinkle in his eyes.
Zeus cleared his throat. "We are all here today, because the council has agreed to make Perseus Jackson, youngest half-blood son of Poseidon a god."
"We still have time for some people to disagree to-"
"Zeus we all voted. Suck it up, your out numbered." Aphrodite said. Zeus looked taken back, and most of the gods laughed.
"Aphrodite is right, father. We compromised, remembered?" Athena said.
"Yes, yes, of course." Said Zeus. "Do you, Perseus Jackson, except godhood, swear to obey me, King of Gods, swear to keep our secrets we trust you with, and except the rules of being a God."
"Then make the cut."
The cut? What's the cut? But then my question was answered when a table appears in front of me. On it is a knife the size of my forearm, and a bowl full of liquid gold. I look down in it, watching it swirl for a few moments, before rolling up my left sleeve and grabbing the knife.
When things got bad when my mom and I started living with Gabe, I got super depressed. Gabe was abusing me, and my mom was always working. I started to get into cutting, but then I stopped when my mom sent me to my first real boarding school. Even though it's been a while, I still remember how to do it.
I stare down at the very faint out line of the cuts on my forearm. It's been awhile since I've looked at those scars, and most of them have faded, it was so long ago.
I grip the knife and slide it over my arm, a small wave of pleasure courses through my body as the familiar burning sensation blooms from my left arm. The cut was longer then I expected, but it didn't matter. I squeezed the wound over the bowl, until three drops of crimson blood fell into the bowl.
I put the knife down and suddenly the bowl and the knife disappear. I feel a small stream of blood leak from my cut, down my arm, and feel it curl around my hand. A few drops fall onto the floor.
Then, a shot glass full of some strange liquid appears on the table. It keeps changing colors, from green to blue to pink to purple to red and a lot of other colors. None of the colors mix together, inky black sunshine yellow, and all the colors in between.
"You have made the cut, which bounds you to us, God to God. Drink, Perseus."
I pick up the glass. I seriously don't want to drink it, it looks absolutely disgusting. But, hey, whatever. I press my lips to the glass and down it in one gulp. It tastes like lemons mixed with sugar water mixed with something bitter.
I put the glass back on the table. Then, it happens. I started getting dizzy, my vision went hazy, my limbs turned to jello, everything around me spins. Then, I hear voices, some familiar, some not, some loud, some quiet. I feel myself loose my balance, and then everything goes black.
It consumes me. That is all I feel. White hot pain courses through my body, no release. I feel as though I'm being burned alive.
My head feels likes it's going to explode, and the pain keeps changing. To being burned alive, being ripped part limb by limb, being beaten to a pulp, having each bone in your shattered, being bitten by a poisonous snake, and then the mental pain comes.
My mom is lying dead in a pool of her own blood on a white, tile floor. Annabeth's leg is twisted at an odd angle and she's screaming for help. Nico and Rachel, each being placed in the ground, pale and dead.
Paul, my step-father, being beaten to death by thugs. Grover being kidnapped by Kronos and being torture until he begged for death.
"Stop!" I scream as each scenario flashes before my eyes. "Please!"
Then, I scream. The physical pain makes it hard to think, hard to separate nightmare from reality. I scream until my throat closes up, and now I m suffocating.
I cough, try to breath, but the more I try to breath the closer my throat tightens. I panic. I'm going to die.
I scream again, but nothing comes out. I'm tied down to a table, people examining my body. "Let's cut him open," someone says.
I scream. No! No! No! The scene changes. I'm falling. The ground is coming closer and closer. I reach out for something but I'm falling in mid air. I'm going to die. I'm going to be just a mark in the road.
I let out a blood curling scream. Someone covers my mouth and holds me down. Pain prickles every once of my body. I struggled against the hands that hold me back.
I want to die so badly.
Someone is talking to me. I can't understand them over the constant thumping in my head. There voice is calm and gentle. It washes over me, erasing all of the pain and misery.
I am on a beach. Lying in the sand. The water washes up, swallows me up, and pulls me down. I'm suppose to panic, but I don't. I let the current take me. My lungs scream for air. If I die, I want to be relaxed.
Suddenly, the pain dies down to just a dull ache.
I am surrounded by darkness.
I am warm. I am in a soft bed. The satin covers feel amazing against my bare legs.
I am dressed in a plain white tee-shirt and shorts. I focus on my breath. In. Out. In. Out. The pain is gone. All of my love ones are safe. In. Out. In. Out.
I hear hush voice around me. I can't identify them, but I know they sound familiar. In. Out. In. Out.
I feel weak, but slowly, my strength grows, little by little. I let out a sigh of relief as I feel all of the pain disappear.
Who's Percy? Oh, wait, that's me.
"Can he hear me?"
Can who hear who? I'm so confused.
Who is speaking? What's going on?
"He was suppose to wake up by now, wasn't he?"
Who's he? Wake up?
"Yes, but since he is small and injured it might take longer."
"It's been three days. He's only suppose to be in the coma for 48 hours, tops."
Coma? Was I in a coma? Why was I in a coma?
"Then this means he's going to be one powerful god."
God? Then, all memories come flooding in. The gods where going to make me a god. I made a cut. I drank a glass of color changing liquid. I blacked out. The liquid made me to into a coma.
I was a god.
I felt stronger, more powerful, prouder. The pain was gone and was replaced with strength.
I opened my eyes.
A light above me came into focus. I was laying in a small hospital bed. I sit up. My ribs are completely healed, everything is healed. I am healthy. I am strong.
"Percy!" Someone says. I look to my left. It's my father, a giant smile plastered on his face.
"Hi," I say.
"How do you feel?" Asked another voice. I turned my attention to my right, where Apollo sat. He raised an eyebrow at me.
"Really good." He laughed. "Well, three days it took you to transform."
"From a mortal to a god."
I smiled. I was a god.
My father coughed. "Blame Aphrodite for the way you look."
I looked at him. "What do you mean?"
Apollo sucked in a breath. "You'll see."
I jumped off of the hospital bed and ran to the mirror along the back wall.
My jaw dropped. "You have got to be kidding me."
Aphrodite had made me look younger, like I was ten years old. When I was ten, I had some freckles on my face and my skin was pale. That's exactly how I look now! I'm scrawny and small, but at least I still have my black hair sea green eyes.
"What the heck?" Even my voice had changed a little bit too. "I didn't go through puberty to just have someone change me back the way I was!"
At that Apollo and my father laughed, but I didn't think it was funny.
"You can change how you look, Percy." My father says. "But, Aphrodite made you this way so your opponents or your enemies would underestimate you. Then, you would have a upper hand in a fight."
I wanted to say that it was a stupid idea, but it wasn't. It was actually pretty clever. I guess I could get used to this. Then again, if I didn't like it I could always just change back. I'll keep it for now.
"The celebration is in a few hours." Apollo said.
"Celebration?" I asked.
"It has been over 1,000 years since we've inducted a new god." Said Apollo, "And the gods like to party at every chance they get."
I smiled. "Great."
My father stood up and walked of over to the mirror. He stood behind me.
"After the celebration," he says, putting a hand on my shoulder, "Zeus has given me permission to take you to your new home. You'll be living in my palace."
My smile deepened. I was going to live with my father.
There was a knock on the door. Apollo stood and answered it.
"Is he awake yet?" Said an excited voice.
Apollo sighed. "Yes, he woke up practically a minute and a half ago. Please don't kill him."
I heard a laugh. "Of course not, now let me in."
Aphrodite pushed past Apollo and looked at me, up and down. She was as beautiful as always. Her golden blonde hair looked like a river of gold that traveled down her back and shoulders. Her sky blue eyes were filled with excitement. She smiled, her perfect teeth shinning bright. Aphrodite was perfect looking. All of the gods were.
She squealed in delight. "You look amazing, Percy! Are you mad about how the way you look? I just thought that-"
"I love it," I say, "very clever of you." She smiled and batted her long, dark eyelashes.
"Thank you. Now, let's get ready for the celebration!"
"He just woke up!" Apollo says. "Give him sometime to take it in."
"The celebration is in two hours." Aphrodite said, "How long does it take for him to take it in?"
Apollo looked at my father, and smiled. "Go, just don't scar him for his eternal life."
She grabbed my wrist and we walked out of the room. I looked down at what I was wearing. My feet were bare, and I was just wearing pajama shorts and a white tee shirt.
"My room is down here," she said, guiding me down a hallway, "This is going to be so much fun!"
We walked into a room and she closed the door. My mouth dropped. The room was huge: A mirror ran along the back wall, there was a bathroom that had a bathtub that could fit a whale, a giant bed, a huge closet, and hot pink and sparkles covered the room.
She let go of me and headed to her closet. I walked over to the mirror and looked at myself. I was shorter and a lot skinnier. I had freckles that were equally spread out among my nose and cheeks. My eyes were a rich sea green color, and they were framed with long, thick, dark eyelashes. My hair was inky black, soft as a feather, and framed my face perfectly. My skin was smoother, too. My cheeks were rosy, and I looked cute and perfect. I looked like male barbie doll. Nothing about me seemed human. Shinny and perfect like plastic. I was too perfect.
"I'm going for sweet, but stunning." Aphrodite says as she lays clothes out over the bed. I have no idea what "sweet but stunning" means. I stayed silent.
Aphrodite looked at me. "What?" I asked.
"You're just so different." She says, walking towards me. "You're adorable, nobody will recognize you, I just..don't know how to say it."
"Am I sweet, but stunning?" I asked, joking. She smiled and laughed.
"Yes, you are sweet, but stunning." Aphrodite looked at me in the mirror. "I'll go get one of my helpers to draw you a bath," She walked out of the room.
I stared at myself some more. Aphrodite was right, I didn't look anything like my mortal self. Looking at myself made me feel weird. For all 14 years of my life, I have stared at a reflection that looked nothing like who I am right now. I used to be tall and muscular, a pimple here or two, but I looked human. I didn't look like I just came out of a box, shinny, plastic, and perfect. I knew over time, I would forget about how I looked, and I would adapt to the perfect, and newly improved Percy Jackson. But for now, I have only been a god for a few minutes, and other than feeling strong and healthy, I didn't feel any difference.
Then, Aphrodite popped her head out of the bathroom. "You're bath is ready. Time to make you look like a real god."
She walked over to me. "What do you mean, a real god?" I asked, "I look like I just came out of a box."
She laughed. "I mean your clothes, silly. No god would ever be caught dead in what your wearing."
I rolled my eyes, but I let her guide me to the bathroom.
"Tell me if you need anything, " She says. I nod, and she closes he door.
I take a deep breath and savior the silence. Tonight is going to be filled with congratulations, all of the attention on me. Just a few moments alone, that's all I want.
I close my eyes, lean against the bathroom wall, and slowly slide down. I pull my knees up to my chest.
I was a god now. I was no longer a human. I will live forever, watch my love ones die, I will always look like I am a perfect, plastic doll. Even though Barbie is beautiful and perfect on the outside, she's cold and empty on the inside. I don't feel cold and empty, but I don't feel like my usual self.
I pick myself up off of the floor, and start to undress. What should I expect tonight? Should I be nervous? Who will be happy, and who will be sad? I know they won't be there, but what will my mom say about this? Or Annabeth, or Grover, or Thalia, or Clarisse, or Nico? What will they do? Will they be mad, or happy for me?
I slip into the bath, the warm water and bubbles consuming my perfect body. This at least feels normal, taking a bath. I swirl my hand through the water. I spin my finger in a circle in the water, and I make a tiny tornado in my palm. At least I still have my powers. I can still control water, I still have my powers I had as a human. What else can I do?
As I shampooed and conditioned my perfect, soft, hair, I thought back on my memories as a human. I remember my father telling me that I was going to claim my position as the 'Sea Prince'. I didn't really like the sound of that. Prince Percy. Yeah, that's weird.
After I finished my bath, I jumped out and wrapped a fluffy, white towel around my waist. I made myself become dry, and then I walked out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist.
Aphrodite was sitting on the bed, fixing her make up. At the sight of me she jumped up and guided me to the mirror.
"Ok," she says, "Sweet but stunning with a mixture of mystery is going to be your "look". Every god has a certain "look". This will be yours."
Clothes rested on the bed. "Let's get you dressed."
Aphrodite dressed me in the most unique outfit ever. I had a flowing white long sleeve shirt with gold stitching that ended mid thigh, dark blue skinny jeans, and light brown, lace up boots that went up to my knee. On top of that, Aphrodite put on a red cloak with a hood.
"What do you think?" She asked me. I looked at myself. I didn't look like Percy. But then again, I wasn't really Percy anymore. Just a godlike form of Percy. I shook that thought from my mind. Don't be stupid, I am Percy!
"I love it," I say.
Aphrodite squealed. "Oh good, because these colors just look so good on you!"
I smiled. I guess being a god wouldn't be so bad.
"The party starts in an hour. I'm going to go get ready."
She disappeared behind a door, leaving me alone. I sat down. I looked at my reflection, studying it once more. I just looked so different. I feel different. I'm acting different. Is there any Percy in me?
Yes, there is. I will find the Percy in me. I will. He's down there, deep down. I know he is. All I have to do is find him.
One hour later I stand behind closed doors that lead to the throne room. The party has already started, I hear loud voices, music, and clinking of glasses. Aphrodite stands next to me in a silk gown that huges her body.
She gives me a smile before she quickly slips throug the doors.
I don't want to go in. Everyone will be starring at me. I want to run and hide. I feel a hand on my shoulder and look up.
"Hey, Dad." I whisper. I look into his sea green eyes, my eyes identical to his.
"You won't have to stay long." My father says to me, "Just long enough. Alright?"
I nodded. "You better not keep them waiting any longer." He says, his eyebrows wiggling.
"Alright," I sigh, "Let's just get this over with."
I open up the doors and walk in. Nothing happeneds. People act as though I'm not here. What's going on? I thought people would be swarming around me.
And then it hits me: they don't recognize me.
Hera walks over to me and studies me. "Perseus?" She asked.
She raised an eyebrow. "Well don't you look different."
I smiled. "Yeah, that was what I was going for."
My father appeared next to me. People started taking more notice of me.
"Is that you?"
"Why do you look like a ten year old?"
"Oh, he's so cute!"
"Wow, he looks different."
The party went on like that. People coming up to me, asking me if it was really me, and then saying how happy I was that I was a god.
45 minutes into the party, Zeus stood at the head of the room.
"Attention! Attention everyone!"
Everyone got quiet.
"Today, Perseus Jackson has joined us."
"But, today is the day when we learn what he is the god of."
I hadn't even thought of that. What am I the god of? I didn't even know I was going to be the god of something.
"Perseus, please walk forward."
I walked towards Zeus, timidly. In his hands, he summons a gold bowl with that same stuff I had to drink.
"Look into it," He said, "And tell me what you see."
I stood up on my toes, and peered into the bowl. At first, I saw nothing, but then shapes form in the water.
"I see..." I looked more into the bowl, "I see the ocean. Waves."
"Second-hand God of the sea. Well, I guess that's fitting, being the son of Poseidon."
I look into the bowl. "There's more."
I hear people gasp.
"Well that's weird," Apollo says, "Usual minor gods only are the god of one thing."
"I see.." I looked closer, "people...uh...manipulating others to get there way."
Some people laughed.
"Now it's changing.." I say. "I see people...people rebelling."
Then, the water calms and I see nothing.
"That's it." I say.
"God of three things...a minor god...extremely unheard of."
"Maybe...he's not a minor god."
Zeus and Apollo looked at each other. "We will discuss this later."
Zues straightens. "Perseus Jackson, second hand god of the seas, god of the mind, and god of rebels. We welcome you to god hood."
Everyone cheers. I walk down from my spot next to my uncle.
I walk to my dad. He smiles at me. "We must go, Percy." He says to me, gripping my arm.
"Good," I say. I was tired of people starring at me, like I was something that belonged in a museum.
My father and I walked out of the room, the sound of cheering and laughter muffled by the closed doors.
"Where are we going?" I ask.
My father smiles. "Home."
He grabs my wrist, moves his hand in the air, and suddenly we are no longer in Olympus anymore.
I blinked a few times and realized where I was: Poseidon's underwater palace. But why would he bring me here?
We walked through the doors. My father didn't say anything, which made me uneasy.
"Dad?" I asked.
"Um, what's going on?"
He just smiled at me. "Perseus, do you remember what I said to you, before you became a god?"
"About you living with me?"
I smiled at the memory. "Oh, yeah. You said that once I was a god I could live with you, and then you would..."
I trailed off, realizing what he was getting at.
"Tomorrow evening," my father says to me, "We will crown you Prince. I'm sorry to put you through another party. But, a Prince is a Prince."
"But, Dad, I'm hardly-"
"Percy." My father says. He puts a hand on my shoulder, and tilts my chin up so I look at him in the eyes. "You will be a wonderful Prince."
He walks to a set of double doors and opens them. My mouth drops.
Inside the room, is well, my room. It has hardwood flooring, a king sized bed with satin sheets, a huge closet, and my own bathroom. It has more furniture and other items inside, but I can't take it all in.
"This is your room." My father says. "You should probably get some rest."
I smile at him as I walk into my room.
"Good night, Prince Perseus."
Before I can complain for him calling me a prince, he closes the door. I flop onto the bed. I never realized how tired I was. I kicked off my boots and curled up into a ball.
I drifted off to sleep to the sound of my breathing.
Wow! It took me over two weeks to write that! Thank you for reading, and please review!