Um, yo. This ain't my first story ever written. This is just my first fanfic ever written. It's a crossover of Percy Jackson and Kane Chronicles. Btw's this is set after Gaea has been stopped and Frank Zhang fortunately lived. Is that okay? Oh and this is how the Egyptians and the Greeks/Romans meet. My own version so it ain't like Son of Sobek. Okay? Anyway I hope you enjoy this because if you do, I'll post the second chapter. So, disclaimers!

Me: Walt Stone/Anubis!

Walt/Anubis: What?

Me: Do the disclaimer.

Walt/Anubis: No please?

Me: No, but there's ice cream involved. Plus a lot of new toilet paper.

Walt/Anubis: Okay, the ice cream I'll take but… toilet paper? Where'd you come up with that? A trip to your outhouse?

Me: No. Just assumed. I mean, your like, the god of toilet paper.

Walt/Anubis: I'll take that as a compliment.

Me: *rolls eyes* Just do the disclaimer.

Walt/Anubis: Whatever. Cloud9Everywhere does not own Percy Jackson or Kane Chronicles. She does not own Brooklyn. And she doesn't own me. That good enough? *smiles*

Me: Sure. Now go away.

Walt/Anubis: What about ice cream and toilet paper?

Me: Its in your room. Now go, people want to read now.

Walt/Anubis: Okay. Bye!

Chapter 1:

"You're going to camp this summer. You leave tomorrow." My mom, Ferra Hail, says six words that make my life hell and confusing. Hell because I have plans for summer. Confusing because she said camp and I have no fucking idea what she means.

"Huh? What the fuck do you mean, mom? I thought you knew about my summer plans," I say, not bothering to filter my profanity-ridden mouth.

"Please. You have -need- to go. I can't have you here any much longer," Mom looks at me with a sad, guilty and pleading look. Her eyes were shown with unshed tears.

Okay. Her words sting me. I thought she would give me a lecture because I cursed. But her behavior is very much different since a month ago. She seemed secretive. And she'd always get these phone calls.

"What the hell are you talking about? What do you mean you can't have me here any much longer? Fuck, TELL ME, MOM! You were so different this month. You always kept to yourself and you'd always receive phone calls. Is that were you're getting this 'I can't have you here' shit? Huh? Because, if it is, it's wrong. So fucking wrong!" I ranted.

I am being disrespectful to her, I know. But I have her and she has me. We are only two in the family ever since my dad left before I was born. We were on our own. Dad never left an explanation of his disappearance. So he really isn't a dad to me at all. But I know he's alive. I just don't know if he would come back.

"No! I've been selfish to keep you here, trying to cheat Fate. You need to go! Please. I don't want you to go, trust me. But you need to. The whole lot of your training not only stops here," Mom calmly replies even if her tear were already falling.

"But, mom, who would be here to help you? What's gonna happen to my well awaited trip this summer? Why do I need to go to this camp? Why is it so important? What-"Mom cut me off my avalanche of questions.

"Honey, I don't know all the answers to your questions. But I know you need to. The Fates wont be so easy on us this time," Mom mumbles the last sentence which must not be for me to hear. But I heard it anyway.

"Mom, you're speaking riddles. What do you mean by 'The Fates won't be easy on us this time'?" I ask her. "Tell me the truth, mom."

She looks at me, trying to control her tears but it betrayed her. It fell and she looked away.

"You know what, it's late. I'll just get some sleep, honey. We'll talk about this in the morning. Are you still going to the Kane's?" She says, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

I'm pretty sure she didn't want to talk about this right now, so I let it go.

"Yes," I say.

"You best get going. See you tomorrow, honey," she says then trudges up the stairs.

I decided to grab a few things from my room before I go. I went up as soon as I heard the door of her home close. I was tempted to go inside and start asking her questions again but decided not to for her sake. My room looked like a hurricane passed through it but I paid no mind and never bothered cleaning it. I took my iPod and backpack. I grabbed my khopesh and slung it at my back together with my back pack. I was about to go when I noticed the window was open.

My window view overlooked the east side of the river. Our place was relatively close to the Kane's but a little far. But that's not what caught my eye, unlike before. What caught my eye was a white sealed envelope on the base of the window. Before the wind would blow it away, I snatched it and closed the window. The envelope seemed to glow in my dimly lit room. It smelled faintly of the sea and seemed to have relaxed me.

I ripped the envelope open and saw two pieces paper and a black fountain pen. One piece of paper was blank, the other contained a letter. I unfolded the paper with the letter and started to read.

Dear Alexandra, it read.

I know I really haven't been a father to you at all. In fact, I never have. I know you're mad at me for leaving you and Ferra all on your own. I'm sorry. There was nothing I could do. There are some things we can't do. There are some things that have to be kept a secret. I know you have questions. Save them until you arrive at camp.

The first time I met your mother, I knew what grave mistake I would be committing. I knew its risks. But I chose your mother. Please know that I didn't leave because I thought you are a mistake. Leaving you was the hardest thing I've ever done. I've hidden you from Zeus as long as I can. But, I'm afraid, your time has come.

You are different from the others. That's what makes you special. You will bring peace to us and to the others. This may be the last time I can speak to you. But I will be watching. As soon as you arrive camp, give this to a man named Chiron. You will know him when you see him. You will be sent to camp without your guide so I included a map in this. The map is the blank piece of paper you see. It will show you the way.

I must end here. I cannot write any further. But, I'm proud in how well you turned out to be as an Egyptian Magician. Ferra raised you well. Until next time, Alexandra Aella Hail.

Sincerely,

Your Father.

P.S. Use the fountain pen in times of your distress. It will protect you.

I have no words. I tucked both pieces of paper inside the pocket of my leather jacket together with the fountain pen. I walked out of the room and left for the Kane's, still confused.

***[][][]***

I parked my Ducati Monster out side the abandoned warehouse. Your probably thinking, who would live in an abandoned warehouse? The real house is above it. It is heavily veiled with magic. Mortals will not see this. They only see what they want to see.

To us Egyptian Magicians, we see a five story high mansion made entirely of enormous limestone blocks and steel-framed windows with hieroglyphs around them. The entrance is nothing but a block of wood, which can only be opened with magic. Oh and did I forget to mention the very most important detail of us is that Egyptian gods and goddesses still live to this day?

I didn't bother doing anything more legit than muttering, "W'peh." Which means 'open.' The block of wood slid up and I slipped inside into the Great Room. Where Khufu the Baboon and Carter Kane were arguing. Where Sadie Kane and Walt Stone, host of Anubis, the Egyptian god of death and funerals, were cuddling on a couch. Where Felix was playing with penguins (which might be imported from Antarctica) by the fire. Where Alyssa and Julian were arguing about who could do much better in combat magic. Where Cleo sat alone, deeply buried into a book. Where- I'll just stop here. I think that was enough.

"Hey, momma! Wassup?" Walt called from where he sat. I cracked a smile.

"Hey, kid. I'm just planning to sing in my horrible voice soon enough," I say.

Walt's face displayed fake horror then he smiled. "Whatever, mom."

I'm guessing you want an explanation. Walt is the host of Anubis. Anubis, the Egyptian god of death and funerals, is the son of Nephthys and Set. And I am the host of Nephthys, Egyptian goddess of mourning and lamentation, sleep, and the night; a friend and protector of the dead. She is also a river goddess. For some reason, she chose me. And I have no idea why.

"Okay. No seriously, what's up?" he says seriously. Before answering, I plopped down on the empty love seat and decided to tell the truth.

"I can't go for the summer," I deadpanned. And suddenly, all the noise stopped.

"What?" Carter broke the silence.

"What do you mean; you won't go for the summer?" Sadie says.

I had an inside debate whether or not I should tell them about the last letter I received from my long lost dad. I want to show them, but something tells me that it will only cause chaos.

"My mom said I can't go because I quote unquote need to attend this summer camp. She says it's important. Something about cheating Fate and can't have me there much longer," I mumble, loud enough for them to hear.

Carter's face showed a very confused look. Everyone else had the same face, too.

You're so quiet in there. I could really use your help now, Nephthys, I tried to channel Nephthys from within me. Fortunately, it worked.

I'm sorry, Alex. I can't help you on this. When you go to this camp you speak of, I will not be within you anymore. You must deal with this alone, Nephthys says.

I sigh mentally. I really needed her help but I knew deep down, I would have to deal with this alone.

"Guys, I really can't go to all the few other Nome's were visiting this summer. My mom seems very distressed about this. I don't want her to feel bad. I have to go," I say, grimly like I'm announcing the death of someone.

"Um, I guess we can't argue with that then. When will you be leaving?" Carter asks, a pinch of sadness on his tone.

"Tomorrow," I say.

"Well, we'll send you off by dawn."

I didn't reply to him anymore. The Great Room was filled with awkward silence.

"I'm just going to sleep now. See you all tomorrow at dawn," I say. I clumsily trudged up the stairs, my back pack and khopesh slamming rudely on my back.

When I reached my room on the third floor, I finally release by breath that I didn't know I was holding. I decided to just pack up a few stuff that would fit in a back pack. I put some clean under wear, four new sets of clothes which all consists of jeans and rock band t-shirts, clean socks, 5 days worth of dried fruit and trail mix (yeah, we have our own refrigerators in our rooms filled with our favorite food and drinks), 2 cans of sprite, my iPod and cell phone.

After all that is ready and tucked in to my black Jan sport back pack, I changed into my pajamas which consisted of boxer shorts and an oversized shirt. As soon as I hit the pillow/ Egyptian headrest, I was indulged into a dreamless sleep.