Sequel to Pendragon: Blood of the Immortals. Involves the worlds of Pendragon, Percy Jackson, and Kane Chronicles.

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I've made some changes to Third Earth, which you will find out soon enough! Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Dear Ramses, or whomever may of received this. I'm not sure if you remember this or not, so here's a quick description of what happened to me before I met you.

I'm a demigod, undetermined last time I saw you, but for the sake of this, I'm going to say that I still am. I went to Camp Half Blood, until my "terrorist" cousin showed up with his friends. A small group of robots came, and injected my cousin - Pendragon - and myself with a green something. After that, we couldn't find my brother, John, or Pendragon's friend Spader. Then, I met my dead uncle Press at a weird Medieval planet called Denduron. I went to see Patrick, this weird guy from my future - your present - to see if he could come up with a solution to where this weird demon named Saint Dane stuffed my brother. Then, Pendragon's girlfriend and myself went to get a cookie at the library, and got captured by a bunch of idiots. That's where I last led off, right?

Okay, well, that was two years ago. I'm currently in a place called First Earth, or the year 1938. It's interesting writing this to you after knowing you for two years…

I'm currently in a taxi, writing this down. Everything past this point was written when I had the chance. You disappeared a while ago with everyone else, and I have no clue what to expect. I just hope the heart pendant may remind you of something.

That paper changes to the blue paper of Third Earth.

Well, soon afterwards of finishing the journal, I had a long debate with myself about who to send it to.

It went a little like this:

"Maybe I should send it to Patrick?"

"No, you idiot! They would have guys all over him!"

"Pendragon, then?"

"I think they take away rings in Maximum Security Prison…"

"How about Press then?"

"Umm… where do I send it?"

"No clue… Mark and Courtney then?"

"Sounds good with me!"

I then set down the ring Patrick gave me when I was being dragged away onto the floor and yelled out "Second Earth?" and the ring began to glow.

You know that blinding white light you hear about when people die? Multiply that by twelve, and you'd get what that ring gave off! I'm serious. I'm surprised I'm not blind.

I quickly rolled up the sheets of paper, and threw them down the hole of infinity. I think it's basically Tartarus, but this one carries messages, not Titans.

I sat back down and sighed, so desperately wanting to jump into that small little hole, knowing it was impossible. Who made that hole so small?!

Well, a few days pass, and I constantly open that small little portal, just to stare at it's white-y emptiness. Yeah, it was a lonely few weeks in that small little hut in the middle of the desert.

Well, one day when I was watching that small little portal close, a bunch of those goons came in again. This time, unlike the time they dropped off the papers I wrote my last journal with, they all looked exactly the same, and all looked just like Pendragon's best friend Mark Dimond.

I quickly grab the ring off the floor, knowing that if they got too close to it they'll just pick it up and destroy it like they nearly did with my watch.

Apparently, these ones were smarter than the ones who drop off my food once a day. They walked right up to me, and hefted me right above one of their shoulders, like Shrek did with Fiona in the first movie.

I kicked and screamed, trying to fight out of the robot's grasp, but they just held on tighter. After a few minutes or so, I realized it was futile.

They walked for hours on end to what seemed like nowhere in particular. They finally stop at a crowd of tourists, all snapping shots at a set of giant pyramids. We managed to walk around aimlessly to the Pyramids of Giza.

"Oh my gods! It's the demigod from the news!" someone screamed, catching all the attention of everyone in the crowd. Everyone turns around to see me, my terrified face, and my filthy clothes.

Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap. Camera lights flashing in my face. Now I officially know what it's like to be famous!

The robots manage to push through the crowd, and managing not to kill anyone in the process. I try screaming, but no one can hear me.

Fwoosh!

I struggle to look behind me, to see what that was, but failed. The crowd goes dead silent.

"I'm an innocent little girl! What you guys take as a criminal is just a poor girl! I just want to go back to my family!" I scream-cry. Everyone stares at me, unable to comprehend what I just stated.

"Your family of demigods, you traitor!" one man yells at me, throwing a rock at me. Thankfully, it hits one of the robot people, and not me.

Before I could respond to that, the robots walk inside the pyramid, closing it behind us. I stare at the wall of brownish rock, cut off of trying to make a response.

We walk through a series of small hallways, sometimes being pushed instead of carried. Finally we reach a grand stair way that goes down into a city. Sweet….? It's definitely new compared to everything else here.

People spoke in multiple different languages, conversing with each other like it was nothing. It was marvelous! I concentrated on one little girl in a white dress talking to someone whom I assume to be her mother. She was bouncing up and down with excitement, making me smile for the first time in what felt like forever.

We stepped into the city, and everyone went on like there was nothing wrong with a thirteen year old girl being carried by a group of robots through their underground city. The only time they took notice was when I started screaming and kicking again, which they just got out of the way and murmured something in whatever language they where speaking.

"Will someone shut that thing up?" a man yelled in plain English. I did in fact shut up, just so that I could glare daggers at him in a way that only a long standing undetermined kid can do.

"I'M JUST AS HUMAN AS YOU, YOU SON OF A-" I yelled at the guy before a robot covered my hand. I licked it several times but he did not relent. Normally works on humans. Wait… he's a robot… damn it…

A man with icy blue eyes walked up to me, anger flashing in those horrid eyes. My limbs go numb the second I see him, wanting to run. It currently must be that demon my cousin, Pendragon, wrote about in his journals. Saint Dane.

This design was a nice one, actually. He had short black hair, just enough that it wasn't obvious, but long enough not to be military. He a plain shirt and a pair of Gap jeans. They still had the Gap in this time? He wore those weird donuts just like myself, but his were bright and shiny, while mine were covered in dust and sand.

"What's an anachronism like yourself doing here in the First Nome?" the man asked. It was that guy I called half human!

"I'm sorry, there's multiple little lawn gnomes?" I spat into his face, the robots having stopped.

"Ha ha, very funny. You won't want to make remarks like that in front of the pharaoh."

"Pharaoh? This isn't Ancient Egypt, SD."

The robot covered my mouth again, and kept walking towards a majestic building that seemed to go on forever from where I was being held. I didn't even notice at first when Saint Dane began to chuckle.

We entered the building and I gasped. It was the size of several football fields, with a magnificent red velvet rug. I looked at the swirling hieroglyphics that I recognize from sixth grade. The walls were a swirl of different colors.

I couldn't comprehend anything at that point. Not even the fact that the robots had left. The only thing I could comprehend was the room itself, and the ant of a man down the hall.

I walked down the room, trying not to fall. Saint Dane quickly went past me, acting like I was dirt upon the floor. I stared at everything that came along my way.

Someone I didn't recognize said something in a weird language that I think is dead. I turned to the far end of the hall, and tried not to laugh. In a skirt, wearing eye liner, was a guy around my age, sitting on a throne. He didn't wear a shirt or shoes.

Just.

A.

Skirt.

Oh, and I think he was surrounded by normal people. I don't know… too focused on the fact he was wearing a skirt.

"Oh my gods, man! Put on some pants!" I scream at him, laughing the entire time.

Saint Dane face palmed himself at that statement. Then he (the pharaoh) just chuckled, obviously having heard that before. I looked at the walls and realized that there were speakers or something, explaining why I could here him so clearly considering the distance.

I managed to get a little closer so that I could see his face in a few minutes. What, that hall is several football fields long!

"Med-wah!" he yelled, pointing at me. A girl gossiped next to him in that exact same language, which I could suddenly understand.

"-Then she said 'Whaaaaat?'" said a woman I didn't notice before.

"I-I-I can understand you?" I choke, scratching my head.

"You act like you've never seen a Med-wah spell before, kid," another woman said, crossing her arms. She wore a beautiful white dress, which made me feel again like dirt. My shirt was covered in dirt, along with my pants.

"Med-what?" I asked, crossing my own arms, getting all in her face.

"Med-wha, you idiot."

"Sorry, but never heard of a wha before… it's short for what, right?" I sassed, smiling.

"Don't you sass me, missy," she said, getting in my face.

"LADIES!" the skirt guy yelled, finally catching my attention.

The paper changes back to what it started out as at this point.

Okay… this is gonna be kind of awkward if you don't remember. But you were really cute in that skirt!

You had spikey black hair, which surprised me. You were really cute, too. Can't stress how cute you are! You were my dream guy before that point, and now I had a face to match it!

Paper changes back to the blue paper of Third Earth.

"H-h-hi," I blushed, twirling my tangled mess of a hair. Did I mention that he was thirteen just like I was back then? Cause he is my age!

"So, you're the demigod I heard so much about?" he asked, leaning back a bit onto his throne.

"What cha heard about me, then?" I asked, tapping my foot slightly.

"Let's see… you have a sister, you're friends with a librarian, you hate my Chief Lector, you had a pair of swords, and your watch transformed your clothes into armor."

"Actually, I had a total of seventy hidden weapons besides those two swords…" I said, rubbing my arm.

"Where'd you get all that Celestial Bronze?" he laughed, crossing his arms with a smile.

"Imperial Gold, actually… and Athena gave it to me when she claimed my brother," I smiled, holding back my tears when I mention John.

"Fantastic! We can talk about this later over dinner. In the mean time, you'll be held in a lovely little spot here at the First," he said, sitting up.

"Shall I, sir?" Saint Dane asked, standing next to the pharaoh.

"Of course, Richard."

Saint Dane, or Richard, or whatever, faced me, and pointed a creepy boomerang at me. "Tas!" he yelled, a bright blue hieroglyphic that matched his eyes appeared in front of him.

A series of pink ribbons came flying from Saint Dane's belt, and quickly came at me, tying me up. I fell to the ground, struggling. Saint Dane picked me up and hefted him over his shoulder. He then took me to a weird little cell after about thirty minutes of walking around the city.

"Where is he?" I ask the demon, glaring at him, doing my best to ignore his eyes.

"Where's who?" he asked, putting me down onto the floor.

"John."

Saint Dane never answers. He just leaves.

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