AN: Hi, this is procellous. First fanfic, flames will be used for marshmellows. Also, this is a next generation crossover. Final thing: I do not own Kane Chronicles or PJO...
"Mom, I'm going for a walk, 'kay?"
"Don't go into Manhattan!" she called, the way she did everyday. I ignored her and ran through Brooklyn, then did an act of outright rebellion. I went into Manhattan. Sure, it was forbidden, but I was the daughter of Sadie Kane and the god Anubis, and hosting the goddess Wadjet. I stepped into Manhattan, and felt Wadjet stir in me.
-We should not be here- she hissed. Then again, she always hissed slightly. Oh well.
Slightly annoyed, I replied, -I know. That is why we are here. Besides, I am hosting the goddess Wadjet, right? It'll be fine.-
Which is when I heard a scream. From the sound of it, we were close to the source. I rounded the corner, and saw a dark haired girl pinned against a wall by two snake haired ladies. Not something you see everyday, even if your name is Sierra Kane.
-You get two shots at most. More, and we'll get caught,- Wadjet hissed.
-I thought you were against me being here.-
-She needs your help. Then, we leave.-
-Got it.- I pulled out my staff and called, "Hey, ladies! Over here!"
They turned. I had to keep myself from gasping. They not only had snake hair, but also boar tusks sticking out from the corners if their mouths. I shouted my best hope at them.
"Ha-di!" The hieroglyph blazed green, and the two of them exploded into gold dust. I helped the girl up. Her eyes were stormy gray.
"Thanks," she said, "My name's Alicia Jackson."
"Sierra Kane."
"How did you -" she started, but then shook her head. "Never mind. I don't want to know."
"Smart move," I said.
"So, uh...where are you from?"
"Brooklyn. You?"
"I live right here, in Manhattan."
"Cool."
"What's your number? Maybe we can hook up sometime."
I told her my cell phone number and she scribbled it onto the back of her hand.
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