I got curious and made a scenerio to which House of Hades isn't involved. Rather a crossover.

This will be changing into different points of view. Sorry about OOCs. OCs are involved throughout, meeting new people keeps a story interesting in my opinion.

-Percy Jackson-

"Uh, do you recall anything about where we are?" Annabeth asked.

"No, but it looks like we are back on Earth." I peered around us and blocked the sun's rays trying to blind me with my right arm. "Are we in Vegas?"

"No, the air is far dustier than Nevada." Annabeth pointed out as she stood up and looked around. "Wait, i-is that a pyramid?"

I struggled to get on my feet, still a bit dizzy. "Not sure. But the next time we see that smurf, I'm going to complain about his teleporting skills."

"Hey, he helped us, just remember that." Annabeth defended. "Wait, he said something about us seeking the help of some young king."

"Yeah, okay. Good luck finding one." I rolled my eyes out of irritation. "So, I wonder why Nico couldn't get through and we did?"

"I have a feeling we walked through a hole in the underworld. But I'm still at a loss as to why he couldn't go through." Annabeth confirmed I was not the only one.

Before I could say anything, we managed to be surrounded by at least twenty strange men and women. Why strange you may ask. The men and women were running around in loincloths, women with a top of course. They were all dark colored and yelling at Annabeth and I in an odd dialect. In addition, had staffs and boomerangs to threat.

I turn to Annabeth for any ideas as how to react. She gave me a roll of her eyes and raised her hands. "We come in peace! My name is Annabeth Chase, and this is Percy Jackson."

Some gave us an odd look, probably don't understand English. "Where the hell are we?" I complained aloud, earning a scowl from my girlfriend.

"Cairo, Egypt." A girl took a step forward, only holding a staff that she now held vertically with judging eyes. "How do you not know when you made a portal to get here in the first place?" She demanded.

I shrugged to her question, which apparently was the wrong answer for she looked ready to take us out. "Uh," Annabeth stood at a loss.

"What's with the boomerangs?" I asked, earning Annabeth some time to think.

The girl, roughly our age, could not help but smile. "They're wands, moron."

"Um, are you the only one who can speak English?" Annabeth asked finally.

"Of this small group, yes." She replied.

"And which one is the leader?" I asked.

Her eyes narrowed. "I am."

I stood frozen, was I wrong to think she was too young for such a responsibility? "Well, we found ourselves in a sticky situation." Annabeth started. "Percy and I are lost, and we actually have a group of friends looking for us. Could you point us to the nearest train station or dock?"

She laughed to her words. "No, but I will bring you to the Chief Lector." She finalized and faced the group, speaking in that weird language that most likely were instructions for them. "Come, I'll lead the way."

Therefore, we followed. What else are we supposed to do? Stand around and pretend we did not hear her? Yeah right, if she is the leader she must have something hidden under that smile of hers. "You haven't told us your name." I mentioned.

"Zia Rashid, now stop asking questions and keep up." She instructed hastily.

We did as asked to find ourselves in a closet in the airport. "Uh, what are we doing here?" I asked after a few seconds.

"Quiet, the mortals can still hear you through the door." She scolded and spoke towards the back wall.

After a few seconds, I started to wonder what kind of drugs she was currently on. That was until the doorway appeared before us. She gestured us to follow her down the hall into what almost reminded me of what the inside of a castle would look like. However, the bricks were with a yellow hue, sandstone rather than stone.

There were crowds of people similar to the rest, but it made sense now knowing where we are. Zia stopped to face us before a very large door. "You are about to enter the Hall of Ages." She started, sounding like the beginning of a lecture. "You must stay on the carpet, do not wander off. Chief Lector Kane will otherwise have my head if one of yours explodes."

"Sounds fairly dangerous." I added, earning Annabeth's elbow to my side and a glare from Zia.

"It is if you don't listen." Zia confirmed and opened the door.

I may have traveled to some weird places, but I think this one topped them all. Images flashed all around us as Zia ignored them and continued down the carpet. I was tempted to look and see what they were about when Annabeth urged me to keep going.

"Ah, Zia!" A male voice spoke with much appreciation, and in English. "I was just about to summon you; the Twenty-First Nome is apparently requiring your attention."

Zia huffed to his words as Annabeth and I took the odd man in. It was a throne room, and he was sitting on the stairs before the throne. Wearing red sunglasses, braids with red beads, and a red suit and fedora to match. He beats any girl with the obsession with pink with his red. "Amos, I think you know who I will be yelling at next." She started.

He simply chuckled. "So, these two are the new messengers?" He stood up and approached us, kind smile towards us. "I think Carter needs to stop slacking and attend his duty rather than send initiates to pick up his paperwork."

"Uh, Chief Lector?" Zia spoke with a hint of nervousness. "I don't believe these two were sent here by Carter."

"What makes you say that?" Amos wondered.

"New York!" I announced, earning everyone's eyes. "Sorry, I was just trying to identify your accent." I admitted.

This Chief Lector dude grinned. "Ah yes, I should actually visit Brooklyn House soon."

"Amos." Zia's voice warned quickly.

"Brooklyn House?" Annabeth asked. "I've never heard of it."

He faced Zia abruptly. "Well, looks like you are right." He admitted. "But, uh, how certain are you that they are magicians?"

"They walked through a portal." Zia explained.

His eyes narrowed as he sat back in his spot on the stairs. "Well, too late, they know already. So, I'm Chief Lector Amos Kane of the Per Ankh." He introduced quickly. "But call me Amos; I'm so sick of 'Chief Lector' all the time."

"You are far too casual for this job." Zia commented with another roll of her eyes.

"Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon." I started.

"Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena." My girlfriend added.

His focus was completely set on us now, Zia became nervous now. "Uh, Amos?" She finally asked.

He cleared his throat, eyes still with hidden anger. "Did you make the portal that sent you here?" He asked.

"No." Annabeth answered, I was getting ready for a fight at any given signal.

"Who did?" He continued; his words ready to send judgment upon the poor soul responsible for this mess.

"A smurf." I answered tensely.

He was thrown off by that for a few seconds before cracking up. "Well, I honestly never thought much about it. I suppose a smurf would be the best way to describe my brother, wouldn't it?"

"That creepy dude is your brother?" My eyebrows rose.

"Why were you in the Duat? Are Greeks looking into messing with our ways again?" Amos spoke coldly. "I will warn you, such an action will result in war like last time."

Zia gasped. "Greeks?"

"Uh, Amos?" Annabeth is nervous, and I suppose anyone playing diplomat, without any clue really as to where to step safely, would be. "We are honestly not sure what is going on. That's why Zia brought us before you, see if you could help."

He sighed to relax a second. "Zia, you're dismissed."

She bowed and left, leaving us with the weird American/Egyptian man named Amos. "Before I even ask," he decided to speak in a more casual tone than when around Zia, "do you two even know anything between Greece and Egypt?"

"Honestly, no." I spoke plainly.

"I know only pieces." Annabeth confirmed.

Amos shook his head. "It's always the same; get stuck with teaching history lessons." He grumbled. "Did Julius say anything to you?"

"Is that his name?" Annabeth asked.

"Yes, that's my brother." He confirmed.

"Something about finding a young king." I recalled easily.

Amos muttered under his breath, making sure we couldn't hear it. "How did you end up in the mess?"

"It's kind of a long story-" I started.

"I'm a Kane; long stories are an everyday thing." Amos informed.

Annabeth sighed. "Well, we managed to partner up with the Romans to fight Gaia, who is Mother Earth in mortal terms."

He nodded. "I've been read into Greek and Roman history. She is more like Apophis to us."

Don't know who that is, but it seemed he knew the idea that we all have our own brand of Gods. "We have a friend, Nico de Angelo, son of Hades. We just rescued him literally hours ago, and he said there was a gate to the underworld that Gaia seems to be guarding and letting monsters out. He thinks it was Tartarus because he was stuck in there. But, due to some odd turn of events, Percy and I fell through and found ourselves meeting Julius."

"And did he ask you the same questions that I am?" He wondered.

"No, he just gave instructions and pushed us through that weird door." I confirmed.

"That's a portal. Magicians usually have sand portals. Julius is, um, a special case." Amos clarified. "And it sounds like I will need to confer with him. Perhaps this has occurred before without it being written down. But only Osiris would know." He thought for half a minute before standing. "For now, I will have you escorted to whatever spare rooms we have. We will talk again. But for now, lay low and don't seek out your surroundings yet." His eyes stayed on Annabeth, as if he knew she was the only one wise enough to heed his warnings rather than me.

"Thank you for understanding." Annabeth even threw in a bow, which I hesitated to follow.

He waved it away as he sat down on the stairs again. "I should add more to my list of instructions." He started warily. "You two are demigods from the sound of it. Have special little abilities thrown in because of it. Don't use them; you will create panic and confusion. I have enough to put up with; don't add that to my list."