Mortals Meet Percabeth

Dylan's POV- Thank You Speech

Special thanks to PercabethToTheEnd for this chapter!

Dylan's POV

I checked myself in my mirror. My blond hair was combed perfectly, my green eyes were vibrant and bright. Flashing a smile, I made a mental list all that had happened in the past month.

1. I had become the most talked about celebrity in Hollywood, thanks to Tristan McLean and his movie.

2. The Greek gods had shown they were indeed still around.

3. The "mist" was no longer around.

4. Everyone knew that I was the son of Zeus, the king of the gods.

I snickered. I wasn't the son of Zeus, but everyone believed it. It's not like they could prove me wrong. I walked over to the side of the stage as Tristan McLean was saying his "Thank you" speech.

"-but most importantly, I have to thank my daughter, Piper. Thank you for being wonderful and a great daughter. Thank you, and good night!" Tristan called as he walked off the stage, applause falling him, and sat next to his daughter and her friends.

Now let's tell you a bit about Piper:

1. She's a daughter of Aphrodite.

2. You can tell that she's a daughter of Aphrodite.

3. She's super cute.

4. Her friends are really hot.

I walked onto the stage, people cheering for me, unsurprisingly.

"Hello Hollywood, it's me, Dylan, son of Zeus, and an awesome movie actor," I told the cameras and the audience.

"So start my 'thank yous' I would like to start by thanking my dad, Zeus," I said, pausing and dramatically looking toward the sky. The audience sighed, except for Piper and her friends of course.

"I would also like to thank my best friends, Piper, Haley, Annie, Peter, Jason, Leo, and Fred, come on up guys!" I shouted pointing to my "friends".

They reluctantly got up and told me that they're names were Hazel, Annabeth, Percy, Jason, Leo, and Frank. Oops.

"We are all demigods," I said in the microphone. The crowd cheered.

Then, the unexpected happened: Over a dozen giant, black, red-eyes dogs swarmed the stage, barking, growling and howling.

The audience screamed, I started running. I looked back and stared at the scene unfolding in front of me.

Percy had a sword out and was dodging and slicing through the monstrous dogs, Annabeth had a dagger was at his side.

Jason was flying and Piper was speaking to the audience, calming everyone.

Hazel was bringing gems up, tripping the dogs and Leo was flaming and shot flames to the dogs. An elephant was stopping in some of the dogs.

Eventually, the dogs were all gone, and the seven stood triumphantly on the stage.

Hazel looked at me before anyone else could speak. "Why didn't you help?!" She demanded, "If you are truly a son of Zeus, then you should've been with Jason and Percy and the rest of us fighting the hellhounds!" Her gold eyes gleamed, angered.

I stood, shocked. The audience and cameras were all on me, silence hung in the air.

"I... Haven't been able to... Catch up on my training with all the Hollywood business," I stammered back. I was used to attention, but not like this.

Frank whispered to Hazel something about people lying.

Annabeth started walking toward me dangerously. I was frozen to the floor, like a deer in headlights.

"If you are a demigod," Annabeth said, reaching for her knife at her belt, "This will hurt you. It's made of Celestial Bronze. It should hit you if you're a demigod or a monster; but of course, if you're a mortal, it'll pass through you. Any confessions you want to make before I begin?"

I stared at her wide eyed.

"No? Ok then." And with that the knife came toward me and passed through me.

"That's what I thought," Annabeth said. Then she turned to the cameras and the audience. "This person, Dylan Turner, the famous actor, player, and the most arrogant person I've ever met, is a liar. He has lied to everyone."

The crowd was silent. All cameras and eyes were on me.

Now, 1 year later, I'm still the most talked about person in Hollywood, but not for any good reason...

This was a lot of fun to write! Thank you for suggesting and commenting for this, PercabethToTheEnd !!
~Cinder