Curse of the Triblood

Chapter 36

Percy POV

"Ladies and gentlemen! You know him, you love him! Percy Jackson!" Conan O'Brien, a famous talk show host, said. He was wearing a nice suit, and his red hair combed to the side with a lot of volume.

The crowd erupted into applause. I walked out from behind the stage wearing a three-piece suit, black button-down, tie, and pants, with a royal blue blazer. My hair was a bit longer and now reached my shoulder. Apparently, the whole, sea can't be controlled thing was also talking about my hair since my hair was wavy, and I could barely get it to do what I wanted after an hour of doing it. My strapless eye patch was partially covered by my long hair. Quickly everyone got up and even began to cheer. I walked up and shook Andy's, Conan's co-host, hand and then went on to shake Conan's.

"It's nice seeing you again, Conan," I said with a smile as I sat down. Soon everyone else followed my lead.

"It's been a while. Something's different about you. Is it cologne? Do you have glasses?" Conan asked, obviously avoiding the things that have changed.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I replied. "Oh, wait. I did get new cologne."

"That's it," he said seriously as if that was the answer.

"Or could it be the eye patch and long hair?" I asked him.

"Nope. It has to be cologne. I always remembered you looking like a pirate," he joked, causing everyone to laugh.

"All he's missing is the parrot and the peg leg," Andy added.

"So, we've known each other for a while," Conan continued. "You've always been in the spotlight. Your family is one of the wealthiest in the world, if not the wealthiest. Your mom, the fleet Admiral, is practically the almighty god of the seas working for a man that sits in an oval-shaped room. Your sister Alyssa is a famous actress. Your brother Brian is a famous singer. Your youngest siblings are both geniuses that supposedly are on their way to winning a Nobel Peace Prize. You are-well, you're you."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Conan. My dad's rich, my mom's in charge of the oceans, my brother is a good singer, my sister is a good actress, my younger siblings are smart, and I'm just me. Wow, I feel so special," I said as a joke, and everyone laughed.

"Haha..No, but you are good at almost everything. You're smart, you're an actor, you can sing...next thing you're going to tell me is your part god or something," Conan told me. "I wanted to talk about the new movie you're in with Tristan Mclean and your sister Alyssa Jackson called King of Sparta. Supposedly, you gave up the leading role to him and are giving him tips on how to be a Spartan king. You, along with Tristan's daughter, Piper. I hear you two are close, is anything going on there?"

"Sorry, Conan. No story about that. I've been dating this one girl for a while. I think I don't want to mess that up yet," I told him.

"I better hope not. You have that girl's hopes up. It'd just mean to break her heart now. I mean, how many people can honestly say they are dating the person who single-handedly owns New York City, Las Vegas, Los Angeles, Chicago, and Houston. Wait, sorry I heard about you buying two more places last month. New Orleans, and St. Louis. You're practically making her a princess. She's going to end up owning half of America with you at some point."

"Well, she deserves so much more than that," I told him.

The interview went on quickly. The night drew to a close, and soon I was walking off the stage. Conan then had to do a special with some anteaters, ostriches, a monkey, and a goat that likes to stand a moving turtle. I soon left the building with my assistant.