Summary: They were greedy and they knew, but couldn't help but want what was not theirs. Yet they continued on, they thought that since they are Gods they can get whatever they wanted, but they didn't know their limits. They didn't know that Percy wouldn't let them have him.

Warning: Hint of slash if you look REALLY closely, one shot, maybe character death if you want to know read to the very end.

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I sat down in the middle of Camp Half-Blood where everyone was currently staring at me in slight fear and awe. Speaking just above a whisper in my deep but void like voice, I said, "Let me tell you a story. A story that I have been passing down for ages, a story that holds the tale of the true nature of the gods. Are you interested? Then come and sit around, for I shall tell you the story." One by one they all sat down (A/N: They were standing up.) and waited for me to continue. Tugging at the hood of my cloak so that it could farther hide my face, I started.

There was a story of a young man, no...With the shake of my head I continued on He was still a boy when he had taken part in the disastrous war between the Titans and Olympians. No older than sixteen, but he was there in that very room when Kronos was once again trapped and sent back to Tartarus. His name was Perseus Jackson. He had a big heart, loyal, and accepting. He was the greatest hero to ever live, even better than Hercules, but he was humble. The Gods offered to give him godship, but he refused for his friends, love, and even his mother. Instead of godship, he demanded that every Demi-God be claimed by thirteen or younger, no older, not even a day older. Of course they had to agree, especially when he had done so much for them.

Closing my eyes to think again, I opened them and spoke slightly stronger That didn't mean anything to them though. They are the Gods, they don't take no for an answer, so they did the only thing they could think of. Force him. The hero that had saved them from eternal damnation, and they wanted to force him into something he didn't want. Especially two gods that wanted the boy. Have you ever heard of love? How love is untamable? That's how they felt, love had hit them so hard that it was impossible for even Aphrodite to take away. But let it be known that love is a double edged blade, that will turn on you at some point. It can only cause a small damage or a large amount depending on who they are and what the fates planned for them.

The Gods had a cunning plan formed for young Percy, since he didn't like his full name, the plan was simple. It was a cunning but a clever plan. All they needed to do was give him one golden apple, of course he knew that the golden apple from Hera's orcherd would give him immortality, but what if they gave him the apple with it's skin peeled off? It would look no different than a regualer apple, as to how it would be given to him, well that's where Dinoysus comes in. Percy and Dinoysus didn't quite get along, but even he was slightly impressed with Percy, though he'll never admit it.

Zeus had seeked out Lady Hecate, Titan goddess of magic, witchcraft, necormancy, and crossroads. Lady Hecate, enjoyed solitude but when Zeus had ask of her for a favor, well now she was interested. Of course it never crossed her mind as to what he had come to ask of her or why he had asked her to charmed the apple so that it may look appealing to eat for one person, but she did so anyways. When she had asked Zeus who the apple was for, he hadn't given her a straight answer, but instead left.

Feeling slightly insulted she had used her divination sight, and saw what they had wanted. Enraged that she was tricked into helping the plan for the demise of the person who had helped given her more respect, she did the only thing logical. She got in a rampage, and spat out curses at the Gods.

Meanwhile Zeus delivered the apple to Dinoysus, and who in return gave it to a nymph to pass it on to Percy during dinner. What none of them new was that there was inside help. Poseidon, respected his favorite son's wishes and though it'll pain him to see him die one day, he will accept it. He called Triton for help, and seek out Percy. Triton agreed reluctantly, and headed towards the surface world. To say that he was happy would be an insult, for it was the pure opposite. Even if he walked on Camp Half-Blood, he still hated it. Walking within the shadows as to not be caught, he dragged an unwilling Percy with him to sea, and swam back to Poseidon's palace. During that time Triton filled Percy in on what was happening.

Triton didn't like any of his half siblings except maybe Tyson, but even he can feel sorry for Percy. After all Percy trust the Gods and they only wanted to force him into something he didn't want. If he became a God, then wouldn't he just continue on being their little puppet? The Gods are selfish and only reasoned with what they wanted, that was it in their minds.

Quickly making it back to the undersea palace, there sat on his throne was Poseidon, and the Titan Goddess Hecate. She agreed to help hide him until the others saw reason, Percy had to stay with her because Lady Hecate's magic is strong enough to delude Apollo's prophecy. When Lady Hecate and Percy arrived, Percy fell into depression. Lady Hecate being kind tried to cheer him up but to no avail, yet she kept on trying.

Days passed, then weeks, months followed after, and finally a year passed. The Gods wouldn't listen to reasons, it was so much that even the humble and kind Lady Hestia snapped at the others for being selfish. Of course everyone was in shock that she had snapped, but it was understandable. Eventually they all gave up, except for Hermes and Apollo. Apollo and Hermes wanted Percy Jackson so bad that they kept on looking for him, and one day they succeeded.

On that day Lady Hecate had finally reached out to Percy and she was so overjoyed, that her concentration snapped and Apollo found out where Percy was. He was hiding underneath their noses the whole entire time. Immediately they had told Zeus, and he went to Lady Hecate's palace. Of course she didn't let him in without a fight and even warned Percy to go and run away but they were all surrounded. She had weaken for the past year because she had to block Apollo's prophecy 24/7, so she was in no condition to fight back for long. Zeus had left her alone since he still held her in high regards, but it was safe to say that she didn't even want to see them, lease she lost control of her anger and accidently harm the young hero as well as the Gods.

They brought Percy back to Mt. Olympus and there they began the ceremony. Wanting to ease his pain Poseidon had no choice but to join in as well. Screams of agony filled the throne room that night, and Percy Jackson never really got to be an adult because the day they had captured him was the day before his eighteenth birthday... I bit the inside of my mouth, and continued on with the story After the ceremony many weeped for Percy Jackson had died. He couldn't take it so during that ceremony he died.

Lady Hecate fell into deep sorrows and blamed herself for not being strong enought, of course Percy never blamed her. No in fact he was thankful to her for trying to help him. Hermes blamed himself as well, he had lost his son and he couldn't bare with the feeling of losing Percy too. Apollo had lost two of his male lovers in the past and he wanted Percy to be his next, but because of his obsession he wouldn't let go after being rejected. Poseidon blamed the tragedy on the other Gods and Goddess, but he blamed himself the most for not trying hard enough, yet Percy saw it differently. Sweet Hestia cried and cried at the news of her deceased nephew. Everyone was at a lost.

Silence followed as I finished the story. Then one young camper, a child of eight asked in her meek little voice, "Sir... How do you know of this story?"

She looked to be a new member of Lady Hecate's cabin. She had big honest russet eyes, though her mother's was mysterious instead of honest, shoulder length silky black hair, and creamy skin. The clothes she wore was the Camp Half-Blood T-shirt, jean shorts that reaches her knees, and a pair of sneakers. I stood up while she backed away. I gave her a small smile underneath my hood, but I knew she wouldn't see it, raising my hand up to my hood I pulled it down and everyone gasped.

"Because I was once known as Percy Jackson, now I am Genisis. God of rebirth, heros, darkness, light, destruction, creation and humility." My voice darkened when all the campers bowed to me and I walked away swiftly.

My appearance had changed slightly. My dark ebony messy, unruly, and untamable hair was now slightly long, not long enough to reach my shoulders, but long enough that it runs down my neck. My once vibrant seagreen eyes were now slightly dull, and I was now slightly tan instead of bronze. My build was slim but strong and mascular. The clothes I wear are now usually black or dark colors. Riptide was in my pockets and as I walked deeper into the forest I saw them. My sacred animal were the wolves and two were laying down and looking at me calmly. The one of the left has shadow black fur and pure white eyes, while the one on the right has snow white fur and black eyes that covered everything even the white parts. Both stood up and walked with me as we walked deeper and deeper into the abbyss of the forest.


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