Hi! So this is my first attempt at anything fanfic.

I took a challenge posted by Juubi Ookami No Kami, if you need context or just want to check some of their stuff out, go on ahead. I hope this is a good answer to the challenge. And if you want to go and give the challenge a try, go ahead, I want to read all the other entries too.

I plan for this story to get a little dark. Okay not a little, but I feel like that is the best way it can be a successful story. So sorry for anyone who might take issue with it.

And, of course, Rick Riordan owns anything and everything Percy Jackson related. No copyright infringement intended.

It was quiet in the streets of Manhattan. The normal hustle and bustle of the city that never sleeps was truly dead at the moment. This was mainly for two reasons: the first being the storms and destruction caused by Typhon's attack had really taken the spirit out of the American people for some time, and indoors sounded like a far better place to be. The second reason it was so quiet was because nothing was moving at all, in any way. Percy liked it when all was quiet like this.

He was walking through central park like this to clear his mind. So much had happened in recent memory, and most of it he would like to forget. But time goes on, and with it, Percy.

As the new god of Time, this was one of many realizations he had made. He could see the true heart of a warrior, but he could not prevent their death. He could bestow such formidable powers to rival both Achilles and himself during the Titan War, yet he couldn't stop the killing blow from taking effect. Sword, arrow, spear, gun, poison, dagger…he could only watch. The deceased may still win should he choose, but their fate would be sealed anyway. So, what was the point.

As he neared the border of the park, he decided to let time flow again. He would need a clear head for the meeting later, and sulking would only lead to moping, which would lead to dwelling, which would lead to remembering. Gods I don't want to remember…

The city was awake again in the blink of an eye. Percy continued to walk, this time heading toward the Empire State Building. As he neared the front doors, a rumble reminded him that even as a god, he still needed to eat. Pulling out a protein bar from the pocket of his black hoodie, he unwrapped it, revealing it to be a bar of pure ambrosia. He nibbled on it as he easily slipped unnoticed into the elevator, before pressing the button indicating Olympus.

He had already finished his god-food bar by the time the door dinged to announce his arrival to his new home. To him, however, it was anything but. Walking along the footpath towards the central pantheon, Percy carelessly tossed the wrapper into the grass, which earned him disapproving looks from the local satyrs.

Noticing and sensing their contempt, Percy flashed them a look of his own, which was terrifying enough for the satyrs to scamper off for shelter. It's not that his god-form was meant to scare them, it just had that effect. His normally sea green eyes would turn a charcoal black, and his face would become wispy, as if he were dissolving away. Time does tend to fade, doesn't it? He thought with a melancholic chuckle.

Olympus was still in shambles. Considering how close Kronos had come to usurping the Olympians of everything, it was no wonder their home had taken a beating as well. Buildings strewn about, crumbled to pieces, some still ablaze in Greek Fire. It would take quite some time and nothing short of a miracle to fix this place up.

Arriving at the central pantheon that was acting as the meeting place of the Olympians, Percy took his seat at the back, wanting to stray away from prying eyes. And there would be many eyes. Every god had been recalled into service. Every spirit who presided over every river, mountain, desert, etc. The amphitheater was filled to the brim. Percy's wish for anonymity didn't matter anyway. They could sense he had arrived.

Down on the stage, the twelve Olympians sat around a stone table, each looked far worse for wear. Zeus stood to begin the meeting.

"Now that everyone is here, we will commence. Poseidon! Has Triton's cavalry overtaken Oceanus's main camp yet?" Zeus was not one to linger around, instead wanting to fly right into business.

His brother, on the other hand, was roused from a very sad expression upon being addressed. "What? Oh! Yes, brother. Oceanus is being held in my dungeon until I return to escort him back to his damnation personally." The sad look returned once his report was finished. Zeus remained none the wiser.

"Good. See to it that he boils in Tartarus for another hundred thousand years. Hades, brother! Have you and your son returned order to your realm yet, or are you incompetent in this regard!" Zeus was also not one to beat around the bush.

"For fuck's sake, brother! It's two vs. two million. We can get it done, hell, we would probably be close now, but being summoned away to status meetings every other day tends to slow progress." Hades' voice was full of contempt, equaling that which was felt by Zeus.

The two divines shared a moment of utter hate before the king of the gods had simmered down enough for the meeting to continue.

"Very well. Carry on at you languishing pace, but I will expect far more progress by the next meeting, which you will attend." Hades' glare could have petrified a gorgon; his hate was so intense. Zeus simply carried on.

"Everyone else, tomorrow will begin as usual, join with your assigned Olympian and aide in the rebuild and reorder effort." Zeus was about to pound his staff, signifying the end of the meeting, when Hera pretended to clear her throat.

Looking to his sister-wife, Zeus followed her eyes to the top of the amphitheater. Him. Zeus pinched the brim of his nose in sincere irritation.

He sighed, "One last order of business. I must inform you all that we have a new member to godhood. Perseus Jackson! Upon the death of my father Kronos, and being his slayer, you have inherited his power, decreed by the Fates. Everyone, congratulate him if you must. The nymphs will serve food down at the pavilion, eat if you so choose. We're done here." With a loud crash, his staff bounced upon the concrete, ending the divine meeting.

"Damnit…" Percy whispered under his breathe. He just wanted out of there. Wanted to be anywhere but Olympus. But many things are expected of a god. Showing up to an obligation was usually one of them.

Percy quickly got to his feet and attempted to leave for the small hut he had been given should he need a living space on Olympus. Instead, he found himself walking to the throne room.

Once he realized where his feet had led him, he shed his mortal attire, choosing to walk this cursed floor only as a depressed, moody, recently promoted god should. His eyes took on their charcoal color. His body became wispy again, and instead of his black hoody and jeans, the full bronze armor of a true Greek took its place. As he was still getting used to this form, along with all of the power it held, he hadn't fully figured it out.

He took his new scythe from his hip and rested it against a pillar. Riptide had been lost during the battle, and upon Percy's ascension, it instead returned to its former owner in Chiron. Now Backbiter belonged to Percy, though he personally detested the name. He hadn't quite gotten around to changing it yet.

Percy walked to the railing overlooking the clouds to the West. The sun was fully down, and glow of the torches from Olympus behind him hadn't quite reached his position. It was dark and silent. For a little while.

"Perseus…" a voice said with some hesitation behind him. He didn't need to turn around to know who it was, even if it surprised him slightly.

"Athena. How kind of you to greet me. Come to congratulate me on my hard fought godhood?" He knew she would pick up the easily apparent sarcasm. After all, her daughter would have…

"Perseus," her voice was soft, "Perseus look to me."

Percy slowly turned to face the mother of the only girl he would ever love. She was also the mother of the love he had lost. There were no tears in her eyes. Just a look similar to the sadness he had felt night and day now. She was in her human-like god form, toga and everything.

"Perseus, there is nothing you could have done. You must see this and move on!" Her voice had risen some, mostly to keep her emotions in check. Even for a god, losing a child was difficult to handle.

Percy's voice chose not to raise, instead remaining eerily quiet.

"Was there nothing, Athena? The dagger that I personally handed to Luke. That was nothing then? Huh…you gods sure can see past truth if you really want to." Percy proceeded to turn back to the railing.

The energy being emitted between the two divines was beginning to be noticed by some of the divines that had chosen to eat. The raw emotion fueling raw power was unprecedented.

Athena was unused to what she perceived as disrespect, especially in such a trying time for her as well.

"Do you think I do not hurt either! She was my daughter! I see the truth far more clearly than you can hope to…"

"YOU SEE NOTHING!" Sadness gave in to anger. And time can be patient as long as it takes to build up. Percy was in Athena's face before she even knew it.

"YOU were not there to see her struggle watching her friend serve Kronos! YOU were not there to see her find comfort in ME! YOU were not there to see the pride in her eyes when I gave Luke the dagger! YOU were not there to see her eyes cloud over as the dagger ENTERED HER HEART! Right where you stand! All you deemed appropriate was a fucking baseball cap! Tell me then what you think you see?"

Athena was predictably taken aback, as was the entire pantheon of gods who had witnessed the outburst. Zeus prepared to step into the fray, only to be halted by a steady arm from Poseidon. Though Zeus personally disliked his brother's offspring, he knew it would be fool hearty to interfere.

"P-Perseus…I didn't mean…" Athena couldn't control the tears as she knew he was right.

The anger subsided from Percy's face, but the sadness remained. Raising his voice enough for the assembly to hear, he addressed everyone.

"No more congratulations, please."

Percy proceeded to leave the emotionally distraught Athena, along with the rest of the gods in attendance, as he walked back for the elevator. Just before the doors closed, he saw one face make eye contact with him. A sad face. Father…

Okay everyone. What did yall think? Please review, and I'll try and upload the next chapter when I get a chance, hopefully soon! Anyway, thanks for giving it the time of day!