This story takes place in a Riordan universe where the Kane Chronicles don't exist, they did a terrible injustice to my father and I will not include that Anubis lore in this story.
I'm only going to be including original versions of Egyptian entities and a pretty much book accurate version of Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Taking place betwixt The Last Olympian and The Lost Hero
All non original characters that appear belong to Rick Riordan.
Hope you enjoy and please review.
I miss Ammit already. When my father cast me into the mortal realm I thought I was going to puke, and now I'm standing at the foot of the empire state building.
"Azra this is serious, no shifting, leave your khopesh here, and don't come back until you've faced the Greeks".
That's what Anubis said to me before He shoved me out of the Duat, now, why exactly would the God of Death, funerals, and embalming send his onlyson and dependent spawn to manhattan? Turns out Grandpa's sick of using hosts, so I of all people have to go convince the Olympian gods, which I didn't even know existed to teach Osiris how to hide his godly essence, and thus the rest of the gods, including my dad. A great idea right? Sending a half god teenager to convince powerful foreign gods to teach a rival force how to acquire their territory. I don't even know who my mother is, how to not slice up my problems, or how to get a girlfriend.
"What the hell are you wearing?" I turn to see messy black haired girl staring at me with questioning, yet piercing eyes.
"Uh…" Is all that comes out. I was dressed in my most normal attire… which was… not normal by any standards. I had on my black nile crocodile leather trench coat, double breasted, going down to upper calves, and a cowl which was neatly tucked away. The leather from a nile guardian awarded it protection that could absorb a low caliber round by sending it into the Duat. I had on my combat boots, black jeans, and a purple tea under that.
"Cat got your tongue Mr. Detective?" The punk 15 year old asked me as she moved closer. She sounded sure but I saw in here Electric eyes that she was cautious, sizing me up in case of conflict. This girl is sharp, clearly well trained, and I know those eyes... they've seen horrors, death, and something… indescribable. Despite my ability to read her sapphires, I didn't understand what she was saying.
"Cat?" I ask looking around instinctively for Bast. "I'm not a detective,"
"Clearly" She deadpanned. I couldn't decide if she was excited or bored… both? perhaps bored with the conversation and excited about me… or taking me down. "Ok… I don't know who or what you are but your not a monster so…" Shit. She dropped and kicked her leg out to hook my feet. I rolled over her foot, moving past her onto one knee. I immediately tried to shift. Bad idea. Shifting forms never feels quite right, at least for anyone less than godly, but this was painful.
"No shifting," my father had said. My body was being reshaped, growing, and shrinking, and yet desperately trying to comeback to its original form. I can my snout elongate, my ears grow wide, and my heels fade into my legs, only to snap back into place. The very fibers that compose my flesh are torn apart and reattached constantly. I finally pull out of the shift as nothing but a 16 year old human. I can't feel my balance failing me, as if I was drunk and spun around 100 times. Prentaal luks in mah bootysday… thas uh firsss… chyt...