Fathom here! I been on the RP forum for so long, I realized I HAD to write a story!
I thought of this idea before bed.
Ok. What you do is that if you have a question for any god, any at all, just review and ask me. I'll do my best to get in touch and ask them.
I don't own Percy Jackson. No one owns the gods featured.
Lights flash randomly on the crowd assembled, who are screaming wildly. A voice over says, "Welcome to Gods Q and A! Here's your host, Thalia the Muse!"
A girl around 16 walks on. Her flame red was out, and she was wearing a small black dress, with stiletto heels.
So anyway, Thalia walks on and smiled and waves at the crowd. As the Muse of Comedy, she was the first choice to host this show. Everyone, for no reason at all chuckles and giggles. Thalia has that effect.
"Yes, and welcome to the show," Thalia said directly at the camera, filming live from Olympus on Hephaestus TV. "Today, we have to pretty much beg this person to go on this show. We had to promise her a year's supply of ambrosia. And you know hard that is, with Dionysus gone!"
The crowd bursts into hysterics.
"And now, here's our first guest," Thalia exclaimed.
"Eris!"
Thunder booms somewhere off. The room darkens when Eris, wearing a black flares and a black top walks in and sat down on the couch conveniently located. Eris had the personality that a kid wanted a toy, but their parents said no.
Thalia glanced at the crowd, obviously feeling a bit embarrassed.
The room was silent.
"Get on with it," Eris grumbled.
A girl, wearing a hat with a piece of paper that said "Press" on it, stood up.
"Fathom, from the 'If you were Meant to be a Demigod' forum. I have a few questions to ask."
"Okay then, mortal, get on with it," Eris grumbled. She was NOT having a good time.
"I read from a book that you were Ares' twin, and in battle, you rode with him, shrieking at the blood."
Eris, infuriated, glared at the reporter.
"What book?"
Fathom pressed on.
"It also said that you were an ugly old shrew, and you and Zeus had a, you-know-what, and you produced a daughter, the Princess of Discord."
Eris was now glaring blue murder.
Eris reached into her shoe, pulled out a salt shaker, put on the floor, and kicked it over.
"Woopsie," was all she said.
Fathom screamed, and fell off the seat and into the crowd. Luckily the crowd saved her, but then security guards came and grabbed poor Fathom, and escorted her out of the studio.
The crowd tensed up, alert but not aware of how much salt Eris still has in her sock.
"Well, that ends our show," Thalia managed to get out.
She looked directly at the cameras.
"If you have a question for and major deity, please call 1800-REVIEW, or send a letter at 'Gods Q and A, 999 Review Street, Reviewville.
"Thank you for watching the show!"
Thalia waved at the camera, which was slowly coming airborne, and the crowd cheered, and lights flashed…
Thanks for reading! Hope youhad a blast reading it, because I did! Remember, review, and AAAAAAAAAASK!!