A new story begins...
I haven't written in a while, so go easy on me if its a bit rough. I can't write like James Patterson, or Rick Riordan, or anything in between. I'm just a lowly hopeful. I've never seen a Maximum Ride/Percy Jackson and the Olympians crossover, so I thought, what the heck? Maybe I should try it. The only thing I don't know is what this should be classified under, MR or PJO. I'll just put it here. This takes place directly after the epilogue of the second book, as I haven't read book 3(MR). I don't know what everyone else thinks of crossovers, but, here goes! Enjoy!

The fits of laughter subsided to chuckles and giggles, and before I knew it, both me and Fang were both asleep, propped up on each other.

I was on a cruise ship. But this wasn't a normal cruise ship. I could almost feel the aura from it. The ship was evil, I knew it. I opened the door from which the malevolence was exuding. I was greeted by a mirror-shiny gold coffin covered with depictions of sword-wielding warriors dying grisly deaths. The coffin glowed ominously.

"Maximum Ride..." it hissed. Something was in the coffin. "You are here for a reason. The first test is over, now the true test begins..." It laughed ominously. The laughter got louder and louder, it was piercing my eardrums-louder, louder-

It was just a dream. I should have known.

I opened my eyes to...something. Something with a more or less human upper torso wearing an orange T-shirt labeled "Camp Half-Blood". The abnormal thing about him, he had furry hindquarters and hooves. Not something you see every day. I guess the School had tried a human-donkey hybrid or something along those lines, for some reason. There was also a girl with rough brown hair, who demanded "What in Hades are you? Some sort of Fury offspring?"

I had no idea what the heck she was talking about. Of course, I didn't say that. "My name is Max Ride, and-" I froze. Where was the flock? "What have you done with the others?" I hissed so venomously that the donkey-or-whatever kid twitched nervously.

The girl answered, "They're outside, er, flying. Are you a mortal?"

Of course I was mortal! Who wasn't? I fleetingly wondered what kind of idiot she must've taken me for. "Yes..." I said with an air of sarcasm. "No freaking duh." That was more like me.

The girl looked pretty insulted. "Watch who you're talking to," she said coldly. "I'm Clarisse, daughter of Ares."

And who the heck was Ares? Obviously, someone who didn't brush their teeth. I didn't say that out loud. "Come on," she said.

I struggled to get up. Something was holding me back. It didn't feel like ordinary tiredness. "Wimp," she muttered under her breath.

Now that really ticked me off. Nobody called Maximum Ride a wimp. I sprang out of the bed, and got her right in the stomach. She doubled over, almost gasping. By my analysis, she was pretty strong. Not as physically strong as an Eraser, obviously, but stronger than a regular man. Like me, and the flock. I shot her a superior look and walked out the door. Donkey-boy was staring for a second with a what-the-heck-just-happened attitude, but then he rushed after me. "I'll take you to Chiron." he offered. "I'm Grover."

Nope. I had to get the others, and get out. I sprinted forward, and snapped out my wings. Taking off was always better with a running start. In seconds, I was gently riding air currents, using as little effort as possible. I was still fairly tired.

I spotted Fang's dark wings, cutting the air as he banked and rolled. He appeared to be entertaining a fair few kids, all wearing orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirts. I flew up to him and noticed that he was almost smiling. I didn't get that a lot. It must have really gotten to him, having to always be in hiding. I beckoned him to the ground, where he introduced me. "This is Maximum Ride, our fearless leader." He looked at me as if I should bow. I scowled, not too happy with the theatrics. But I could tell, Fang liked it here. A lot better than being constantly on the run, anyway.

"I assume our secret will be safe here?" I covertly asked Fang.

His expression reverted to his normal, poker-face, Mr. Emotionless face. "Yes," he started. "But these kids, they're not normal either."

I have to admit, I was curious. "What do you mean? They don't look like mutants."

"You'll see," he said shortly, and he took off again. The kids oohed and aaahed. He liked it, I could tell. To be appreciated for once. By someone outside of the flock, I mean. A girl that looked like a female version of Fang, all dressed in black, walked up to me with two friends, a boy and a girl.

"I'm Thalia," she introduced herself. "Daughter of Zeus."

Why was everybody addressing themselves as the daughter or son of someone? Their parents' names meant nothing to me. She pointed at one of her friends, "This is Annabeth," the one with blonde hair and stormy gray eyes, then the other, "This is Percy," pointing to the black haired boy. Then she leaned slightly closer. "Those two like each other," she said in no uncertain tones.

"NO WE-" they chorused. Thalia cut them off. Both were fuming. Once I found Angel, maybe I could confirm.

"Now, you've heard of the Greek gods, right?" Annabeth asked me, calming down.

"Umm...no."

"What?" She seemed surprised. "Didn't you learn about them at school?"

I laughed hollowly. "I hadn't even had a full year of school. A real school, that is."

I don't know why I was telling them all this, they just felt friendly. Hopefully they were, and they weren't a new breed of Erasers or armed.

"Real school? What do you mean?" Annabeth asked me.

"There were scientists there. At a place called the School. They did genetic experiments on innocent kids. That is why-" I snapped out the wings. "-I have wings."

Thalia and Percy looked bewildered, but Annabeth seemed to understand. "Your friends are in the Big House," she said, pointing to...a big house. No surprises there. "They're being showed the orientation film. All except him," she pointed up at Fang. "He wanted to wait for you."

I could've sworn I felt my cheeks heat, and expected my Voice to make a comment. It said nothing, which was odd. It usually commented whenever I didn't want it to. Like now, for example. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I needed the Voice. Not that I would tell that to anyone.

"Max." A voice said behind me. Ari. I could tell, even though I didn't look. Why did he always have to wreck my day?

Like? Dislike? Think this whole story is a waste of time? Give me your opinions, readers! I love reading reviews. Believe me, this may not be as it seems. I'll tell you one thing: Max is not going to be happy! (I haven't explained much in this story, in terms of how they got there (PJO world), but I'm still working on that. It's irrevelant to the story, unless I want it to be relevant.) I'm not expecting as many reviews, since more people have read PJO than PJO and MR, but I want at least three before the next chapter. Three reviews.