This is my first story, and some of the information came from a trilogy by Rick Riordan, that was a crossover between PJO, and TKC. The latest and last book will come out on the 15, but that would explain how the egyptians know of the Greeks.
The first two books were called The Son of Sobek, and The Staff of Serapis.
I hope you like this! :)
Leo
People have called Leo a sissy, a punk, and even more so, a chicken. But he never knew how it felt to be a chicken, until now.
He was sleeping, or at least trying to, when he felt like he was being lifted from his body. He looked down, and saw his sleeping form. He looked in a mirror, and a chicken stared back at him. Well, half a chicken. His head was still there, but the rest of his body was a chicken.
Woah. Those guys who used to call me chicken must've been physic or something. If only they could see me now! His chicken form was starting to drift eastward. Hey what's going on? I wasn't done looking at myself!
He continued drifting, until he came upon a mansion. Who has enough money to buy this place? Leo's chicken form went straight through the door.
Inside, he saw a huge chandelier hanging from a high ceiling. the room was huge, with big windows. Man, Annabeth would love this place. He thought. Then, he heard voices. He looked down, and saw five people sitting around a large table.
As he looked closer, he realized that they were the Egyptian Magicians. Percy and Annabeth mentioned an adventure they'd had with 2 of them, but never told them the whole story.
The guy talking had dark brown skin, and curly hair, like Leo's. He had on a blue button down shirt with dark slacks on, and dress shoes. He looked about 18 years old. That must be Carter. Leo thought.
To Carter's left, there was a girl with light brown skin, and amber colored eyes that seemed to glow. She had jet black hair that stopped at her jawline. She had on a beige long sleeved shirt with olive colored pants, and combat boots. She looks like Calypso. Leo realized. She also looked to be about 18.
To Carter's left was a girl with fair skin, and blue eyes. Her blonde hair had blue streaks in it. She had on a white shirt with a light brown leather jacket, tattered jeans, and combat boots. She had an earbud in one ear, so she looked like she was half listening to the conversation. She looked about 16. That must be Sadie. Leo thought. Annabeth described her well.
To Sadie's right, was a guy with cocoa skin, and a muscular build. He had on a black muscle tee, a black leather jacket, black jeans, and black combat boots. He had a closely shaven head, and one gold necklace. He looked to be about 20.
At the head of the table, sat a middle aged looking man, with skin the color of roasted coffee. He had on a red pin-striped suit, and had his hair braided in.. what do you call it? Rows of corn. No! A corn of rows! Leo thought. He had garnets braided into his hair. All in all, he looked like an African-American version of Al Pacino.
"- a disturbance in the Duat." The Jazz musician- as Leo decided to call him, said. "Walt, do you know anything?"
"I felt it too. Chaos is agitated." Walt said. "I think it may have something to do with Setne."
Sadie took her earbud out of her ear, and sat up. "Setne? But I thought we got rid of him?"
"The guy's clever. He probably found a way to get out." Carter said, clenching his jaw.
"But how? We had the combined power of the Greeks, that should've been able to hold him." Sadie said, looking agitated.
"Whatever this is, we know Setne couldn't have got out on his own. He is clever, but not that clever. Someone else had to have helped him." The girl with amber colored eyes said.
"Who Zia? Who in the world would be helping Setne?" Sadie said, almost shouting. Walt grabbed her hand.
"I don't know!" The girl Zia said. "I don't know, but someone is."
"Do you think the Greeks may know anything Carter?" The Jazz Musician asked.
Carter shook his head. "I don't know. If anything really important happened, Percy would've called."
Sadie snorted. "Called." Carter rolled his eyes.
"You know what I meant." he said.
"I tried to shield this from you all. Interfering with other gods is... dangerous. And could result in catastrophic results." The jazz musician said, looking straight at Leo.
Before Leo knew it, he was drifting, drifting back into his body.
Give hugs, don't step on ants, and remember: Life's what you make it, so let's make it rock!