13th Olympian A Dragon war

Actually I'm a god (almost)

Michael sat down at The Hermes table. A few people shifted away from him, Michael ignored them. Chiron stood in the front of the dining hall.

"Everyone, please give me your attention. First order of business, allow me to give a warm welcome to our newest demigod, Michael." Michael smiled sheepishly.

"Second order of business, we have gotten word from Olympus that they will send a messenger to us."
'Well, there's my cue' Michael thought. He stood up and cleared his throat. Everybody turned towards him.

"That is me, I'm the messenger." He said. Now all eyes were on Michael. He took a deep breath. "I am Michael Olympian, and I am an OIT."
"A what?" Annabeth asked.
"An OIT, olympian in training." Michael answered. "I'm training to become a god."

"I never heard that before, prove it." Annabeth said. Michael gulped, he didn't know what to do, so he did the first thing that came to mind.

"Somebody stab me." Michael said. Everyone looked at him like he was crazy.

"Oh please let me!" Claries said.

"NO!" A few of Michael's siblings yelled. But it was to late as Claries stabbed Michael in the head with her sword. Everyone gasped when golden blood dripped from the stab wound and instantly it started to heal and in a matter of seconds the wound was completely gone.

"So that's why there wasn't a cut on your arm." Will stated.

"I've been training with the gods on Olympus for 3 years now. But recently the dragons have attacked Olympus and are heading to Camp Jupiter."

"Ok, we need to warn them." Chiron said. "It looks like a quest is in order."
"I will go." Annabeth said. "Percy is at Camp Jupiter."
"So is Jason, I will go." One of the Aphrodite kids said (Piper).

"Me too." A Hephaestus kid said (Leo). "I can bring Festus."

"Um, who's Festus?" Michael asked.
"I am." Said a voice that made Michael jump out of his scales. He turned around to find a dragon with bronze colored scales. At least Michael thought they were bronze scales, but upon further investigation he realized the dragon was completely made out of bronze with pipes sticking out of various points on his body.

"Wait, you are a robot?" Michael asked.
Festus snorted a puff of steam, which Michael assumed meant he was angry. " actually I'm an automaton." Festus grumbled.
"Aren't they the same thing?" Michael asked.

"Ok, so we got our volunteers, so we should head out after dinner." Annabeth said cutting off the conversation.
"Wait, I should go to." Michael said.

"Michael it's dangerous for more than three demigods to go on a quest." Annabeth said.

"I know, but I have to go on this quest."

"Oh yeah, why's that?" Annabeth asked.

"Because, the king leading the attacks is my great uncle." Michael said hesitantly.

"WHAT!" Everyone yelled.