AN: So, this is the real chapter 1 since so many of you guys asked for improvements. AN: Sorry for the long wait! Some stuff was happening, so I just decided to wait until school and everything else was over. Gomen!

Ahem, here's the current votes on whether to continue this or not, from both reviews and the actual voting.

Yes: 20 (Including those saying this is good, but needs some changes)

No: 2

Due to this, I'm obviously not gonna continue… (Note: SARCASM) Enjoy.

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The quest was over.

All he had to do now was return the Master Bolt, and it was done.

After a slow and awe-filled walk through Olympus, Percy numbly walked into the throne room, taking a deep breath with his hands on his backpack. As he walked in, he saw eleven of the twelve Olympians, each towering over him. He also noted a figure that appeared to reside in the flickering fire centered in the room.

Walking in front of Zeus and Poseidon, he bowed down, presenting the Master Bolt.

Zeus frowned.

"You are the sea spawn?" he questioned, an eyebrow rising. Percy nodded, noticing that his father shifted uncomfortably out of the corner of his eye. "Why did you fight Ares?"

"He stole the Master Bolt and the helm of Darkness, Lord Zeus. I had to confront him in battle to retrieve them."

Zeus's eyebrow rose even higher. "You're, what, twelve? And you defeated my child in single combat?"

Percy nodded silently, feeling the air turn ominous as he did so.

"You need to die."

That was Zeus, bluntly declaring his decision as he hefted the Master Bolt.

Percy blinked, his head turning to his father. "What?! Why?"

"You're too dangerous." was the simple reply. "And your very existence is a testimony to the Great Prophecy. You need to die."

Percy turned to Poseidon, his eyes pleading. "But, Father!"

The god gritted his teeth, but refrained from saying anything, opting to look elsewhere, anywhere but his son. After a few moments, Percy lowered his gaze.

Gathering his wits, Percy glared back at Zeus, almost making the God flinch. "I don't know what this prophecy is, and I don't really care at the moment. However, deciding to kill someone merely due to your cowardice is unforgivable!"

"I CANNOT allow this Prophecy to pass!" Zeus boomed, gritting his teeth, his armrests cracking from the force he was applying. "You have no idea what I've given up for this damn Prophecy. You will never understand!"

Without another word, Zeus hefted the Master Bolt, and threw it at the Percy.

A flash of light and a large 'Kaboom' later, a streak of soot where Percy once stood.

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"Ugh…"

Percy groaned, rubbing his head as he tried to remember what had happened. He had fixed everything, and gone to Olympus…

Immediately, he shot up, absently noting his surroundings. He was on a plain, white bed, inside a room painted darkish red. For some reason, there was a large hearth in one corner, the heat emitting from it calming and relaxing.

It didn't help much with his surprise, though.

"What the Hades?!"

In response, a small amount of movement drew his attention to the hearth. Or rather, the person tending to it, a small girl looking around the age of ten with a red hood over her head. "Rest, Perseus. You've been through quite the ordeal."

"How am I still alive?" Percy asked, brushing aside the advice.

The girl looked up, making Percy's eyes widen. Her eyes were filled with flames, not cruel, but strong, yet comforting.

She smiled softly, replying, "You're lucky Zeus has such a flare for dramatics. When he tried to kill you with the Master Bolt, I teleported you away. You're a very brave boy, Perseus. You didn't even fear Hades's realm."

Percy frowned, opening and closing his hands. "Who are you? What's with those flames in your eyes?"

"I'm Hestia, goddess of the hearth and family." Hestia said simply, turning back to prod the hearth with a stick. "And, before you ask, I saved you because of love and strength you held, for your family and friends. Even after being betrayed so badly."

Percy's eyes rose, and opened his mouth to speak, then realized that she already answered his next question before he asked.

"..."

"..."

"So… What should I do now? If Zeus finds out I'm still alive, anyone I meet will be in danger…" Percy asked, tilting his head in thought.

Hestia shrugged. "All I know is, at the moment, you are 'dead', until they discover your soul is missing from the Underworld. I do know one place you could escape to, though."

Percy's eyes lit up, and he immediately followed his curiosity, clambering off the bed as he did so. "Where is it?"

Hestia turned to look over at him, dead serious. "Another universe."

Needless to say, a certain demigod was more than shocked, promptly tripping over his feet and face planting onto the floor.

He recovered quickly, though, scrambling to his feet with wide eyes.

"Wha- you can do that?!" he exclaimed, rubbing his sore nose unconsciously. Then, his face scrunched up in confusion. "Why couldn't the other Olympians kill me there, then?"

"We-ll… It's kind of a one-way trip…" Hestia explained, frowning slightly. "So if they did chase you there, they won't be able to come back."

Instantly, Percy's mood soured, but he squared his shoulders and eyed the goddess with resolve.

"Thank you for this chance, Lady Hestia. I would like to accept."

"Good. Before you leave, I'd like to have you talk with someone you know..."

Slowly, the door creaked open, and Percy automatically turned his head to watch as the person walked in, narrowing his eyes as recognition flared in his eyes.

"Poseidon."

"...Percy."

His father spoke with an air of resignation, slumping his shoulders slightly as Percy continued his glare. "I'm sorry. I know I should have stood up for you-"

"Yes, you should have." Percy snapped, crossing his arms. "So why didn't you?"

At that, Poseidon averted his gaze, instead looking at Hestia in desperation. When she nodded, he sighed.

"I'm sorry. The Council already decided, so if I openly opposed the decision, they'd keep me under watch, which would mean I can't talk to you now. They might've even threatened your mother…"

Immediately, Percy's eyes softened, and he nodded in understanding. He'd never wish for harm to come to his mother, even if it meant his own death. "I understand. I still don't forgive you, but I don't blame you, either."

Breathing a sigh of relief, Poseidon smiled weakly. "I suppose that's all I could ask for isn't it?"

Shaking his head slightly, he nodded to Hestia, and turned back to his son. "Before you leave, we have some gifts for you…"

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Gotham City, 2007

A fiery, human-sized circle opened in the air, a black-haired boy stepping into the cool night air.

"I guess this is my home now…"

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Yayyyyyyy. For those of you who've read the first version, I do know there are a lot of parts where it's basically the same thing. Google Docs is magical that way. But there are also quite a few changes, I think. Anyways, hope you enjoyed!