Carter and Sadie said that they were looking for kids with the blood of the pharaoh's right? So why can't one of those kids be a half-blood? Review please because this is my first crossover fic.

Disclaimer: I do not own pjo or kc (I'm just going to use the abbreviations FYI)

You know, demi-god dreams have to be the worst thing ever invented. Honestly, why couldn't I ever get a decent night's sleep? How many burnt offerings did I have to give Morpheus before he let me have a good nights sleep? Oddly enough, it wasn't usual demi-god dreams, I was this bird thing. I had this weird turkey head and wings, my clothes were still the same though. My fuzzy blue pajama bottoms with yellow smiley faces on them and a black shirt with Paul Frank on it. I looked down and was seeing people who I had never before seen in my life arguing about some random thing.

"Sadie, who are we looking for now? You said that there was another person in New York, but how can that be? Egyptian gods and whatever gods they have over there don't mix, at all." The boy was African American and was dressed like a cross between a professor and a kid in high school. He had brown loafers on, jeans, a blue button shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a messy mop of black hair.

"Shut up Carter! I have no clue who the heck we are looking for now! All I know is that my ba took a little trip last night and showed me this camp with a whole lot of people. There's some girl there who has the blood of the pharaoh's." This girl had my kind of style. Camo cargo pants, black combat books, she had a plain black shirt on underneath a red jacket. Her hair was a blondish brown with purple streaks in it. I totally approved of her style.

Why the heck was I listening to some conversation that two random kids named Carter and Sadie were having? How the Hades did this relate to demi-gods at all! Why the Hades did Morpheus have me come here instead of giving me a nice dream? Think Camille. You're a daughter of Hades, a smart one too; you may not be a daughter of Athena, but you should be able to figure this out. Let's make a list of what I knew so far.

These two kids were looking for someone in New York, a girl.

Said person was at a camp of some sort with a lot of people. I was getting a bad feeling about this.

They said something about blood of the pharaoh's. Whatever that means.

They had said something about…gods, and not ours

"Egyptian gods. There are Egyptian gods." I whispered it and the girl named Sadie turned around to face me.

"Carter, did you hear that." Her face was looking worried.

"What are you talking about Sadie? You must be hearing things." Carter brushed off her worry dismissively. That was odd. I wonder why Sadie could hear me, but carter couldn't?

They continued with their conversation and my mind was reeling. They didn't know that Greek gods existed, but they knew that there were other gods besides their Egyptian ones. The gods did not get along well together, that much I could guess. New York, camp with a lot of people, my uneasy feeling. These people were looking for someone at camp half-blood with this blood for the pharaoh thing they had mentioned earlier. Gotta wake up. Gotta wake up and tell Chiron! Wake up Camille! Wake up! "Wake up Camille!" I put my hand over top of my mouth. Crap, there goes my cover. I don't know who the Hades these kids are, but they most likely could hear and/or see me. I sent a prayer to Tykhe, the goddess of good fortune, that they wouldn't notice me.

Didn't work at all, why did the gods seem to hate me all of a sudden! Morpheus wouldn't give me a decent night of sleep, Hermes had been stealing some of my things and he gave me slow internet, and Aphrodite was definately not liking me right now! My boyfriend just broke up with me! Mr. D. hated everyone, but the majority of the gods seemed to have some kind of grudge or something against me for some unexplained reason!

Carter and Sadie looked at me with alarm and they ran. Yelling for someone named Bast. Who the heck named their kid Bast? I could just imagine the poor kid showing up in school. Class, we have a new student today. Why don't you introduce yourself? Hi my name is Bast. Honestly I felt so bad for the kid! He, or she, must have gotten beat up the very first day of school for having a name like that. Little did I know it wasn't a kid at all. It was some women in a leopard skin leotard with these two massive knives!

She came forward and started swinging them at me. "Whoa, whoa, WHOA! Put those away lady! What have I done!" I was so confused!

"Stop playing coy! We aren't stupid! You're a spy from the House of Life!" Her voice was shrill.

This lady was seriously insane! She was swinging at the turkey me with these massive knives, and while I was dodging trying to not be killed she was telling me that I was a spy for some organization that I don't even know! "You are seriously messed up lady! I don't know what the Hades this House of Life place is!"

The Carter guy had this look on his face. The look was the crap-I-think-that-we-have-the-wrong-person-that-we're-trying-to-kill-maybe-I-should-call-off-the-person-swinging-the-knives. "Um, Sadie, Bast? I don't think that she's from the House of Life. If she was she would have used magic by now."

Magic! These crazy people can do freaking magic? Are they really Egyptian magicians, or just messed up kids of Hecate? "I'm not a freaking magician! I'm a child of Hades! Call of the psycho kitty lady!"

"I'm not a psycho kitty lady! Mange de Muffins!" She just proved my point that she was a crazy kitty lady. Mange de Muffins? This lady needed some mental help.

"Bast! Stop swinging at her! She isn't a thr-" The Carter kid was cut short as the crazy kitty lady sliced right through my stomach with one of her huge knives.

I was so scared, I didn't know if I would die or not. There was no blood appearing from where she sliced me, but being a demi-god you never know what's going to happen. Fortunately I woke up in the Hades cabin with my siblings sound asleep. I was covered in a cold sweat that made my blonde hair stick to my face. Did you know that so far I was the only Hades kid with naturally blonde hair? Everyone else who had blonde hair had dyed it. Sorry, off track. It's the ADHD inside if me. Can't live with it, but can't live without it if you're a half-blood. I checked where the crazy kitty lady had sliced through me. No wound on my stomach. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Who the heck were those people? I made a mental note to tell Chiron about my dream right away in the morning, before anything insane happened. I was going to tell him now, but I was insanely tired. It was as if I had really been there, and it just wasn't Morpheus giving me a stupid demi-god dream.

What the heck had I been thinking? It was camp half-blood. It was impossible for the insane to not happen. It should have been no surprise then when Mr. D. said that I was being summoned to Olympus. He did his air shimmer thingy and we were in Olympus in a flash. Literally he snapped his fingers and we were there all of a sudden. I was always taken back by how stunning Olympus was. People had told me that it was trashed before in the Great War, and then this chick named Annabeth fixed it all up. Whoever the Annabeth chick was she had a great sense of style. So anyways we walked to the huge throne room and I was faced with the most terrifying thing. Think about what you're most scared of, then multiply that fear by one hundred. Then be standing in a room with so much ancient power that you're surprised the earth isn't destroyed. Now while you have that fear, add the fear of being in the presence of that insane power, and they're debating how to kill you, while you're there. Isn't life as a half-blood grand?

So? What 'cha think? I would love to hear what people hear of my story, so REVIEW!

-Fudgemonkey87 :)