Chapter 1: Introduction

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson, Heroes of Olympus, or Kane Chronicles.

I swear on the River Styx, everything is true, despite that I am writing this on FanFiction. Please note that this is my first ever story. Also kindly note that Calliope the Muse helped me too. Before I begin the story, I have to say that I really appreciate Rick Riordan for creating the three stories. Let me get this clear with you. So after Rick created these stories, the characters came to life. Well, not the ones who died, but the still-living ones. Okay, let's start.

Hello. My name's Bianca Athena. I'm now seven years old. I wrote this story to help you unclaimed demigods out there make sense of what's going on with your life. If you feel something stirring inside, a gut feeling that you're a demigod, catch the first flight to Manhattan and go to the Empire State Building. I'll be waiting for you. As for you lucky mortals who read this, well... just continue to think is is fiction. I would tell you a short story on how exactly the Egyptians and Greeks met. What Rick Riordan said about the Son of Sobek, Staff of Serapis, and the Crown of Ptolemy - all not true. Here goes.

It started when I heard a voice coming from the scrying bowl in the library at Brooklyn House last March.

"Hello?" it said, "I anyone here?"

I hopped up and jogged to it. I looked into the scrying bowl. Staring back at me was a man with greasy black hair and steely eyes as black as obsidian. Next to him was a woman with red hair the colour of poppies and blue eyes the colour of bluebells.

"Yes?" I answered politely.

"Sadie Kane?" the man asked.

"Oh, no. I'll get her." I promised.

"Yeah." the man replied.

I ran upstairs to Sadie's room and burst in. Sadie was sitting as her desk listening to her latest recording, the Serpent's Shadow.

"Sadie!" I yelled, "Scrying bowl in the library!"

Sadie looked up, mildly surprised. I nodded and she hurried off. I went to my room and sat on my bed. I picked up my bronze ballpoint pen and uncapped it. Immediately, the pen transformed into a sword. What I didn't understand was the Greek inscriptions... Riptide. Somehow, I could read Ancient Greek, Ancient Egyptian, and Latin. I traced my finger over the "owl holding a trident" picture on my sword - the last gift from my parents to me. Then, Sadie, dragging Carter, burst into the room.

"You - Bianca. You, Carter, Jaz, Walt, Zia, Felix, and me. We are going to Brooklyn Bridge!" she announced.

"Uh, Sadie?" I pointed out, "That's really near to Manhattan? And Amos said we can't go to Manhattan?"

"No. We have to go!" Sadie insisted, "It's important!"

I sighed. Something was about to go wrong, very wrong. Still, I helped Sadie round up the rest. I received the same complaints: "We aren't allowed there!" or "It's dangerous!" But I still made them come, as Sadie did me.

"Okay," Jaz muttered nervously, "What now?"

"Now," Sadie said, "We open a portal."

She waved her wand and chanted as Carter mumbled curses - the cussing kind, not the magic kind - under his breath. Finally, a swirling vortex of sand appeared and we jumped in. Now, you might expect that I, of all people, after fighting giants, evil serpents, and crossing Tartarus alone, would get used to portals. The truth is, I can't. I came out somewhere near Brooklyn Bridge, dizzy and disoriented. I vaguely noticed seven figures hop off some type of flying horse at the far end of the bridge. I whispered a command word and the traffic froze. I squinted at the other end and made a double take - the seven figures were still moving, which meant that they were magicians or something. At the middle of the bridge stood the guy from the scrying bowl message. He grinned, and beckoned us forward.

"Come on," Zia said grimly, "Let's face it."