The Legendary Demigod

Chapter 11 – Memoirs of a Warrior

It was night at Camp Half-Blood, and the stars lit up the sky above the hills. The Hunters of Artemis were gathered around a campfire, resting after another day of training. Despite the peaceful atmosphere, Talia Grace couldn't stop thinking about Percy. Ever since she met him again, she had been intrigued by the man he had become.

He was no longer the impulsive, fun-loving boy who had led the demigods into battle. There was something in his posture, in the way he spoke, that showed a profound transformation. Curiosity gnawed at her, but she knew Percy would never tell her the whole truth.

Determined, Talia waited until her companions were asleep and walked to Artemis' tent. She hesitated for a moment, but finally entered. The goddess was sitting in a chair, looking at a magical map that showed the movement of monsters throughout the country.

"Talia," Artemis said without looking at her. "What do you want?"

Talia took a deep breath. "I want to know what happened to Percy. Before he went back to Camp."

Artemis finally looked up at her Hunter. "Why?"

"He's changed so much. He's… different. I want to understand what made him this way."

The goddess remained silent for a moment, considering the request. Then she stood and waved her hand.

"Very well, Talia. If you wish to know, I will show you."

Artemis led Talia out of the tent, to a small circle of trees. There, the goddess raised her hands and summoned a silvery mist that began to swirl around them, forming images.

"Watch," Artemis said.

The first vision showed Percy, younger, but already transformed. He was dressed in tactical gear, his face painted for camouflage, leading a group of armed men into a dense forest.

"This was during his time in Black Squadron, the elite unit within DEVGRU, also known as Seal Team Six," Artemis explained.

Talia watched, fascinated, as Percy gave precise hand signals to his team. He seemed completely focused, his posture confident. Suddenly, the view shifted, and she saw Percy storming a ruined building, eliminating enemies with almost supernatural precision.

"He was a tier one operator," Artemis continued. "His unit specialized in intelligence and espionage, handling missions most mortals would never imagine."

Talia shook her head in awe.

"He's incredible…"

Artemis smiled slightly, but didn't comment. She nodded again, and the scene changed.

Percy was dressed differently now. He wore civilian clothes, but his gaze was the same: alert, calculating. He sat in a briefing room, studying a map while other agents listened.

"That was after he joined the CIA's Special Activities Division, SAD," Artemis explained. "He went on to lead covert operations, often behind enemy lines."

The next scene showed Percy in a desert, disguised as a mercenary, negotiating with sinister figures. Even as he spoke, Talia could see his mind working, planning his every move.

"He lived in constant danger, relying only on his skills and wits to survive," the goddess continued.

The next images were a mix of action: Percy infiltrating enemy bases, rescuing hostages, and facing threats that would make anyone else shy away. In each of them, there was an intensity in his eyes that Talia had never seen before.

When the visions finally faded, Talia fell silent, taking in everything she had seen. Percy had faced more than she could have imagined, dealing with mortal enemies in a way completely different from the world of the gods.

"He… he did all this alone?" Talia asked, her voice filled with wonder and sadness.

Artemis nodded.

"Percy Jackson is more resilient than any of us could have anticipated. He faced a kind of war that not even the gods fully understand."

Talia crossed her arms thoughtfully.

"It's not fair. He's done so much, sacrificed so much… and yet he never asks for anything for himself."

"That's the essence of Percy," Artemis replied. "He's never sought glory or reward. He only does what he believes is right."

As they walked back to camp, Talia felt a new wave of respect for Percy. He wasn't just the "Hero of Olympus." He was a warrior who had faced the worst of the mortal world and survived.

When they reached the central area of ​​Camp, Talia stopped and looked at Artemis.

"Thank you for showing me this."

Artemis inclined her head slightly.

"Use this information wisely, Talia. Percy Jackson is a complex man, and he still has much to offer the divine world."

As Artemis walked away, Talia looked up at the starry sky, reflecting on everything she had learned. She knew that Percy had changed, but now she understood how profound those changes were.

And more than ever, she knew that Percy was a true hero, not just for Olympus, but for the entire world.

Chapter 12 – The Olympian Decision

The Throne Hall of Olympus glowed with a bright golden light as the gods gathered for another session of the Olympian Council. Zeus sat upon his thunderbolt throne, his expression grave, while Athena, Poseidon, Artemis, and the others took their places. The air was thick with tension, for the meeting had been called with urgency.

The threat looming over the mortal and divine worlds was not something they could ignore. Monsters that should not exist were resurfacing, fueled by a mysterious force. The gods knew they needed every resource they could get, including their most trusted warriors.

"We must act immediately!" Zeus said, his thunderous voice echoing through the hall. "This threat could destroy the balance between the worlds!"

"I agree, Father," Athena interjected, her eyes shining with intelligence. "But to combat this, we will need more than brute force. We will need strategy, leadership, and someone who knows both worlds intimately."

Poseidon, seated on his coral-adorned throne, leaned forward.

"Percy Jackson. He's the obvious choice."

Artemis, who had been watching silently, lifted her head.

"Percy has already done more than any demigod should be required to do. He's returned to Camp Half-Blood, but I'm not sure he'll accept being pulled into another war."

"This won't be an ordinary choice," Zeus said, frowning. "He must be made immortal."

The hall fell silent. It was a monumental decision, but it made sense. Percy, like other veteran demigods, had proven his worth time and time again. Making him immortal would mean ensuring he could fight without fear of time or death.

"I agree that Percy Jackson is an extraordinary hero, but making another demigod immortal?" Hera asked, her expression skeptical. "We've already made Annabeth, Nico, Grover, and other veterans immortal." Are we really prepared to deal with more immortals?

"Percy is not like the others," Athena replied, her voice firm. "He has led battles, defeated Kronos and Gaia, and now he has proven his skill in the mortal world. His experience in Black Squadron and SAD has made him even more valuable."

Poseidon slammed his trident into the ground, his voice echoing with determination.

"He is my son. And no one has done more for Olympus than he has."

Hephaestus, who was sitting in the back, scratched his beard and muttered,

"He is, without a doubt, the best candidate. But how will he react to this? Percy has never been one to seek power or glory."

Artemis nodded.

"Percy values ​​freedom above all else. We will need to approach this carefully."

Zeus held up his hand, silencing the debates.

"There is no time for doubt. Percy Jackson will be summoned to Olympus. The Council will make the offer, and he will decide."

Hera rolled her eyes but didn't object. Poseidon looked pleased, while Athena and Artemis exchanged worried glances.

"So be it," Zeus said, ending the meeting with a clap of thunder.

The next day, Percy was in his cabin at Camp Half-Blood when a golden light shone outside. He sighed, recognizing the sign of a divine summons.

"This can't be good," he muttered, standing up.

When he emerged on Olympus, he found the gods already assembled. His eyes scanned the hall, stopping for a moment on Poseidon, who gave him a slight nod.

"Percy Jackson," Zeus began, his voice authoritative. "We have called you here to discuss a matter of utmost importance."

Percy crossed his arms, undeterred.

"I am listening."

"A new threat is emerging, one that puts both the mortal and divine worlds at risk," Athena explained. "We need a leader to face this, someone who understands both worlds."

Percy tilted his head, his gaze assessing each god present.

"And what does that have to do with me?"

It was Poseidon who answered. "You've done things no other demigod has, Percy. But we know that your mortality has limits. To lead this new battle, you need to be immortal."

Percy blinked in surprise. "You want me to become a god?"

"Not exactly," Artemis replied. "We're talking about immortality, not divinity. You will remain as you are, but free from mortal limitations."

Percy was silent for a moment, considering the implications. He had never sought power or immortality. Everything he had done was for his friends, his family, and the world he wanted to protect.

"This is a huge decision," he said finally. "I can't just say 'yes' without thinking about the consequences."

"You'll have time to consider it," Athena said. "But remember, Percy, the world may not have time."

Poseidon approached, placing a hand on his son's shoulder.

— Whatever you decide, Percy, know that I am proud of you.

Percy looked at him, feeling the weight of his father's words.

— Thanks, father.

Back at Camp, Percy walked alone along the beach, watching the waves crash against the sand. He felt the weight of the world on his shoulders again, but this time, the decision felt even more personal.

He thought about everything he had done, everything he had lost. Being immortal meant never growing old, never dying, but it also meant living with the eternal responsibility of protecting the world.

He looked at the horizon and whispered:

"What do I do now?"

The answer would come soon, but for now, Percy was alone with his thoughts, knowing that the fate of many depended on his choice.

Chapter 13 – An Eternal Future

Night fell silent over Camp Half-Blood. Percy Jackson sat on a rock on the beach, watching the silvery glow of the moon reflect off the waves. The gods' call still echoed in his mind. Immortality. It was an offer that anyone would consider the height of glory, but for him, it was a decision fraught with uncertainty.

He had always been motivated by the people he loved, by the bonds he had built over the years. But now… He was alone. His mother, Sally, and his stepfather, Paul, had been gone for years. The pain of their absence still tightened his chest, even with the passing of time.

As Percy reflected, his mind wandered to his days as a mortal. He remembered Annabeth, Nico, Grover, Thalia, and the others. Each of them had followed different paths, and many, like him, had accepted immortality. But now, as an immortal, he would not just be part of a team he would be the leader the gods trusted to protect the world.

He picked up a small shell from the ground and turned it between his fingers. His mother had loved shells. Percy remembered the afternoons they had spent together, walking along the beaches of Montauk, laughing and enjoying the simplicity of life.

"Would you do that, Mom?" he whispered, looking up at the moon. "Would you accept immortality to protect the people you love?"

He knew the answer. Sally had always believed in sacrifice for the greater good. But the thought of eternity frightened him. What did it mean to live forever in a world where everyone he loved would eventually disappear?

"Maybe not everyone," he thought. His green eyes looked up at the stars. Maybe, as an immortal, he could find someone to share his eternity. Someone who understood the loneliness that came with endless time.

Percy heard light footsteps behind him. Turning, he saw Chiron, the centaur, walking slowly across the sand.

"You're deep in thought, Percy." — Chiron walked over, sitting beside him.

"Hard not to be, isn't it?" Percy replied, tossing the shell into the sea. "The gods want me to become immortal."

Chiron nodded, a knowing gleam in his eyes.

"A rare offering, but also a heavy burden."

Percy sighed, rubbing his face.

"I have no one left, Chiron. My mother, Paul… they're all gone. And the friends I still have have moved on, living their own lives. Maybe that's it. Maybe my mortal life is over."

"Percy, you've always been a warrior, but you've never fought for glory or recognition. You've always fought for love, for your people." Chiron paused, studying the young man. "Immortality doesn't just mean protecting; it means finding a purpose that transcends time."

"What if I never find that purpose?"

Chiron smiled softly.

"You're Percy Jackson. If anyone can find purpose, it's you." The Decision

The next morning, Percy climbed Half-Blood Hill. He looked at Thalia's pine tree and the view of Camp, pondering what it meant to him. This place had been his home, his refuge, but perhaps it was time to embrace something greater.

He knew the gods were watching him, waiting for his decision. Percy closed his eyes and, with one last breath, accepted his fate.

"Okay, Zeus. I'm in."

A thunderclap echoed in the sky, and Percy felt the air vibrate around him. Golden light enveloped him, and he was transported to the Throne Room.

The gods were gathered, their eyes shining with approval. Poseidon stepped forward, his expression serious but proud.

"You've made your decision, Percy. And I'm with you every step of the way."

Percy nodded, feeling a lump in his throat.

Zeus stood up, his voice booming.

— Let the ritual begin!

Athena approached, carrying a bowl of golden nectar, the food of the gods. Percy accepted it, feeling the warm liquid run down his throat. It was like drinking the power of the heavens themselves. His body began to glow, his senses sharpened, and he felt an energy he had never experienced before.

Artemis watched from afar, her expression reserved, but her eyes reflected something close to admiration. Percy was no longer a boy; he was a warrior who had overcome challenges few could imagine.

When the ritual was over, Percy felt an unexpected peace. He was no longer mortal, but he was not a god either. He was something unique, a bridge between the two worlds.

Poseidon approached, placing his hands on his son's shoulders.

— I'm proud of you, Percy. You have a bright future ahead of you.

Percy smiled slightly.

— I hope so, Father. I hope so.

As the gods dispersed, Artemis approached.

"You made a brave choice, Percy."

He raised an eyebrow.

"I don't seem to have much talent for easy choices."

She smiled, almost imperceptibly.

"That makes you who you are."

Percy stood in the Throne Room for a few more minutes, watching the gods disappear one by one. He felt the weight of his new life, but also a glimmer of hope.

Perhaps one day he would find someone to share eternity with. But for now, he was ready to face whatever fate had in store. He was Percy Jackson, and his legacy was only just beginning.

Chapter 14 – The Weight of Eternity

Percy's first morning as an immortal was strange. He woke up in the Poseidon cabin, feeling a vibrant energy coursing through his body. Every movement seemed more fluid, more controlled, as if he had become the most perfected version of himself. He looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers, feeling the strength that seemed infinite.

He was younger and, at the same time, wiser. The pain of past battles was still there, but now it seemed like a distant memory, as if it belonged to another life. Percy knew it would take time to adjust, but the potential he felt within himself was undeniable.

Percy walked through Camp Half-Blood, where morning activities were in full swing. He noticed the looks of admiration and curiosity from the younger campers. To them, he was more than a veteran; he was a living legend.

As he walked through the training grounds, a group of demigods whispered to each other.

"Is that really him?" whispered a daughter of Demeter.

"Of course it is! Percy Jackson. The Hero of Olympus. He looks so… different now."

Percy tried to ignore the whispers, but he couldn't help but smile. There was something refreshing about seeing the new campers admiring him.

He headed straight for the arena, where Chiron was overseeing a fencing practice. When the centaur saw him, a gleam of surprise crossed his eyes.

"Percy, I see the transformation was successful," Chiron said, approaching.

"Let's just say it's something… unique. I feel like I could take on the entire world."

Chiron laughed softly.

"I hope you don't have to. But tell me, how do you really feel?"

Percy hesitated before answering.

"Harder. Faster." It's like everything I've learned and experienced has been amplified. But at the same time, it's strange to know that I'm no longer… human.

Chiron placed a reassuring hand on Percy's shoulder.

"Immortality can be both a gift and a burden. You're young among immortals, but you already possess wisdom that many of us take ages to acquire. Use it well."

In the afternoon, Percy decided to test his limits. He went to the fighting pit, where several campers were training. Annabeth was there, supervising a group of newbies, but she stopped when she saw Percy.

"Decided to show everyone how it's done?" she teased, smiling.

"Something like that," he replied, picking up a training sword.

Percy called a group of campers to face him simultaneously. At first, they hesitated, but Annabeth encouraged them:

"He's good, but you have the numbers. Work together."

The campers stepped forward. Percy felt invigorated by the challenge. He dodged blows with ease, spinning and blocking attacks as if he were dancing. His new strength and speed were impressive, but his experience and instinct were what really set him apart.

Within minutes, all the campers were on the ground, panting, while Percy remained unharmed.

"He's invincible!" an Ares boy exclaimed.

Annabeth walked over, sizing him up critically.

"He's not invincible, he's just incredibly good now."

Percy smiled.

"That sounds like a compliment coming from you."

She shook her head, but there was a glint of pride in her eyes.

Later, Percy was in the woods, practicing hand-to-hand combat with a makeshift dummy, when he realized he wasn't alone. Artemis appeared between the trees, watching him silently for a few moments before speaking.

"I see you're adjusting well."

Percy turned, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "It's still weird. But I think I'm getting used to it."

Artemis stepped closer, her silver eyes assessing him. "You're not just a warrior anymore, Percy. You've become something more."

"Something more?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

"A role model. Young demigods look to you and see what they can achieve. And we gods see someone who can handle the challenges we can't face directly."

Percy frowned. "That's a lot to process."

Artemis smiled faintly. "And yet, you're dealing with it."

She turned to leave, but stopped and glanced over her shoulder. "Just remember, Percy. Even as an immortal, you still need something to fight for."

That night, Percy sat around the campfire with the other campers. It was the first time in years that he had participated in such a relaxed evening. The younger demigods approached him, asking questions about his battles, his adventures, and even his new immortality.

"Do you feel like a god yet?" asked an Athena girl curiously.

Percy laughed.

"Definitely not. I'm still just Percy."

Another boy, younger, asked,

"Do you still feel afraid?"

The question took Percy by surprise. He thought for a moment before answering.

"Fear never goes away completely. But what matters is what you do with it."

The campers fell silent, absorbing his words. Annabeth, who was sitting on the other side of the campfire, watched Percy with a thoughtful gaze. He had truly changed. He was no longer the impulsive boy she knew. He was something much bigger now, and in a way, she was proud of that.

In the weeks that followed, Percy continued to adjust to his new reality. He trained the demigods in advanced combat, espionage, and intelligence techniques, sharing everything he had learned from his mortal life and from his experiences in the mortal world.

Although he knew he would never be equal to the gods, Percy finally began to understand his place as a bridge between the two worlds. He was not just a demigod, nor just an immortal. He was Percy Jackson, and that was enough for him.

The future was uncertain, but Percy knew he was ready to face it no matter what came. After all, he was a hero, and always would be.

Chapter 15 – Duel of the Titans

The morning at Camp Half-Blood began with the sun shining brightly, bathing everything in a soft gold. Percy was in the arena, overseeing a hand-to-hand combat training session with the younger demigods, when Talia walked in with firm steps, her face determined.

"Percy, I need you," she said, drawing everyone's attention.

Percy raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"What is it, Talia?"

"A sparring match. Just the two of us. I want to see how much you've really changed since becoming an immortal."

The campers murmured among themselves, eager to see the showdown between two of Camp's most legendary demigods. Percy let out a short but amused laugh.

"Okay. Just don't say I didn't warn you when you're on the ground."

Talia narrowed her eyes, a confident smile appearing on her lips.

"We'll see."

The campers quickly formed a circle around the arena, whispering about what was about to happen. Annabeth and Nico were among the spectators, watching intently.

Percy and Talia stood in the center of the arena, both armed with practice swords. Percy felt relaxed, while Talia was as intense as ever, her blue eyes shining with determination.

"You're still the same confident guy you always were, aren't you?" Talia teased, adjusting the position of her sword.

"Confident?" Percy smiled. "I just know what I'm capable of."

Before another word could be said, Talia stepped forward.

She was fast, every move precise and deadly, the result of years as leader of the Hunters of Artemis. Her sword slashed through the air in swift slashes, but Percy dodged each attack fluidly. He didn't immediately counterattack; instead, he studied her movements, letting her take the initiative.

When Talia saw an opening, she tried a quick sideways strike, but Percy blocked it easily, spinning to the right and putting her at a disadvantage.

"You're slower than I remember, Talia," he said with a smile, dodging yet another attack.

"And you're more annoying than ever," she retorted, increasing the force of her blows.

Percy began to press forward, his attacks coming from unexpected angles, using his military and espionage experience. He disarmed Talia in one fluid motion, her sword falling to the ground as Percy pointed the practice blade at her chest.

Talia, panting, raised her hands in surrender with a smile on her face.

"Okay, Jackson. I admit, you're pretty good."

The campers burst into applause, impressed by the performance.

While the spectators were still talking about the fight, a tall, graceful figure entered the arena. Artemis, the goddess of the hunt and leader of the Hunters, looked at Percy with undisguised interest.

"Percy Jackson, you've certainly impressed my lieutenant," she said, her voice calm but firm. "I want to see if you can impress me too."

The murmurs from the campers grew louder, and even Talia looked surprised.

"Artemis, are you sure?" Percy asked, a little suspicious.

"Absolutely sure. And to ensure fairness, I won't use my godly powers. Only my skills."

Percy smiled, bowing his head slightly in respect.

"As you wish, my lady."

The arena fell silent as Percy and Artemis took their positions. The tension in the air was palpable, and even Annabeth seemed eager to see the outcome.

The duel began with Artemis moving forward first. Her movements were incredibly fast and precise, far beyond anything Percy had ever faced before. She was a warrior with millennia of experience, and it showed in every blow.

Percy blocked the initial attacks, but Artemis quickly put him on the defensive, forcing him to retreat. He tried to counterattack, using techniques he had learned in military training, but Artemis seemed to anticipate every move.

"You're good, Percy," she said as she launched a series of quick blows. "But you still have a lot to learn."

Percy smiled, narrowly dodging a blow aimed at his shoulder.

"I never said it would be easy."

He changed his approach, adopting a more unpredictable style, mixing direct attacks with feints. For a moment, he managed to unbalance Artemis, but she quickly regained control, showing why she was a goddess.

The fight continued intensely for several minutes, both demonstrating a level of skill that left the spectators mesmerized. Percy managed to disarm Artemis briefly, but she retrieved her sword in one swift movement, returning to the fight with even more vigor.

Finally, Artemis found an opening. With one swift movement, she disarmed Percy, pointing the blade at him with a slight smile on her face.

"It seems I'm still the winner, Percy Jackson."

Percy took a step back, taking a deep breath, but smiled broadly.

"I can't complain. You're truly amazing."

The campers began to applaud, acknowledging the extraordinary level of skill demonstrated by both. Artemis lowered her sword and looked at Percy with a mixture of respect and approval.

"You're way beyond what I expected, Percy. I don't see many mortals, or even immortals, come this close to beating me."

"Getting close is already a victory for me," Percy replied, bowing his head in respect.

Talia approached, crossing her arms and smiling.

"Well, Percy, I guess you can consider yourself officially tested."

Percy chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Tested and surpassed, it seems."

That night, as the campers discussed the fights animatedly, Percy reflected on the day. He had proven himself against Talia and learned a lot from fighting Artemis. More than ever, he realized that even though he was an immortal now, there would always be room to grow and improve.

For Percy, that was more than enough. He might be the best fighter among the demigods, but he knew he still had much to learn from the gods and those around him. After all, a hero's journey never truly ends.

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