I've had plenty of close encounters with death, even some personal ones. It felt similar to how I had felt when Tartarus had tossed me across the planet. I felt weightless.

All of a sudden, ice-cold air rushed past me. My vision slowly returned to me and I saw that I was at the entrance to D.O.A Recording Studios.

I guess this was it.

I lived quite the life didn't I? Got kicked out of every school I went to, got involved with the mess of the Greek world, met most of the Greek gods, fought half of them, saved them a bunch of times, escaped the clutches of death a couple times every year, fought the Earth, found love, went to Tartarus twice, met every single Primordial being, met the creator of the universe, died fighting a Primordial. Cool.

I was glad I lived a life worth remembering. I knew my mom was going to miss me, so was my little sister, my dad, my step-dad, my friends, the gods albeit for a few minutes, Mrs. O'Leary, Blackjack, the Minotaur and of course, the Fates.

I stepped forward and the doors opened up for me. Charon looked up from his desk and smiled sadly at me.

"Finally drowned in that bathtub did we?"

"More like got stabbed by the Primordial of the ocean," I replied, shrugging.

Charon chuckled, before noticing my expression and paling.

"What a way to go," he muttered, before typing something into a tablet on the desk.

"Sign please," he said, handling the tablet over to me.

The screen read, 'I, Perseus Jackson, accept my passing away and solemnly swear upon the river Styx to stay dead.'

"We had to come up with this ever since the whole doors of death thing," Charon explained.

I took the stylus to sign but before I could, the doors swung open and Hermes walked in with a grim expression on his face.

He grabbed my shoulder and guided us towards the exit. However, on pushing the door open, it just led to another room. I guess this was him playing with the mist.

The room was gently lit by a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. There were shelves on the walls that were stacked with parcels and envelopes. A desk stood in the middle of the room, with Hermes' Caduceus, another bunch of letters and boxes on it. The chair looked like the kind used in old English castles.

Hermes took the main chair and gestured for me to sit on a steel chair on the other side of the table.

"We're going to offer you this deal one last time Percy."

I knew what it was already.

Hermes grimaced before going on. "Your life as Percy Jackson has come to end. You chose to be a mortal and now that part of your journey is complete. We offer you one last chance to accept godhood ascend to Olympus as a minor god."

I wanted to accept, trust me when I say this. My brain told me to take it but my heart said otherwise. The faces of all my friends who had passed on flashed before my eyes.

I had always regretted being a demigod and hated my life at many times. But now, I was proud of every moment. I had lived my life, maybe not to the fullest, but I was satisfied.

"If you decline, you will be sent to the Isles of Blest. You've already been to Elysium twice before. Nothing will change in the mortal world, everyone thinks you died upon impact after Tartarus threw you. Your body disintegrated within a minute."

"How do you know about that?"

"The Fates," Hermes explained.

I knew what I had to say. I had made my decision.

"No."

Hermes gave me a very intense look, before he nodded, picked up his caduceus, got up from the chair and silently walked to the door. George and Martha looked sadly at me, before Hermes opened the door and left.

I was about to get up and leave as well, before I noticed someone else sitting in the chair.

"How the hell did you get here?"

"Do you know who you're asking that question to?"

I stared, open-mouthed at the creator of the universe.

"There is another way."

"How?"

"There are many ways I can bring you back," Chaos said, leaning back into the chair.

"I'm not meant to be brought back, I'm done, my chapter is finished. Also, my heart and lungs are probably beyond repair."

"You don't get to decide that. I can just make you a new body with a thought, or just repair the original."

"Well I did kill your son, so it wouldn't be right if you brought me back to life."

Chaos chuckled softly. "You can't kill a Promordial Percy. You just destroyed his physical form, he still lives and will be able to manifest a physical form a few hundred years from now."

"Oh." To be told that I died only to be a minor setback hurt.

"Don't worry, you're not dead either," she clarified. "I kept your body alive. Damaged, but alive. I just had to remove you from it so that it's easier to repair."

"What? But-"

"Like I said, you don't get to decide that! I rarely ever get involved in what happens but when I do, I expect it to go according to plan and, I expect you to cooperate."

"Okay."

"This is the last time you'll be seeing me, or any other Primordial. The gods' memory of this incident has been wiped. You've helped them enough for one lifetime. Once I put you back in your body and you're awake, you'll see that I've given you everything you would need to start a new life. I want you to swear to me that you are done with being a demigod."

That didn't sound too bad. I'd be able to life my life according to my terms without having some mythological being or deity swoop in on me every week.

I look at Chaos and nodded. "I swear."

"Have a nice life," Chaos said with a nod.

I didn't really know how to respond to that. "Uh... thanks I guess."

She gave me a thin smile.

I didn't get to say anything else, as my vision went dark and I started to feel pain almost everywhere.

I slowly opened my eyes and sat up to find that I was in someone's house. I looked down at my t-shirt to find it soaked in blood. I lifted it up to find only a thin black line on my chest. Cool scar I guess. I looked out of the window and saw a beautiful half frozen lake with mountains behind it. I decided to get up and make sure everything in my body was working how it's meant to.

Thank Chaos it was all okay.

Now to figure out who's house this is.