The Leopard and Falcon shall journey far,

Lest chaos engulf and all known worlds scar

By fire or water, order resides,

And in Valhalla the Valkyrie doth guide

The Kite and the Owl must mend the chain

Of Order, and seal that which has been slain

The Grave yield up her pris'ner, long forgot

The sorceress' mightly battle shall be wrought

By Time shall be left with whom shall deride

And past enemies fight by heroes' side

In caves in the Deep, in caverns below,

Shall Order arise and truth be make known

And deep in the heathens, Chaos shall sleep.

A fatal decision, ocean doth guide,

The final fate to be made of mankind.

~o:O:o~

I'll tell you now, stop listening to this.

Right now.

You still there?

Alright then.

What you're about to hear is 100% real. If you haven't gotten our previous recordings, then be prepared for your whole world to come crashing down, or at least for a large chunk to be added into it.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

~o:O:o~

I suppose I should introduce myself.

My name is Carter Kane. My sister and I are the head magicians of the Twenty-First Nome of Egypt, or, as you probably know it by, Brooklyn, New York. Our story, this story, begins with not one, not two, but three goats.

I was getting ready for bed, after a long day spent tutoring our initiates in pretty much every subject from "Egyptian Combat Magic for Dummies" to Math. Unfortunately, Uncle Amos and my girlfriend, Zia Rashid, were in the First Nome, researching some "interesting activity" among the mortals in the area, so it was once again up to my sister Sadie and me to run the 21st nome.

(Ok, Carter, back up, dear. This is going to Annie and Percy's camp, right? The Romans as well? Explain the whole House of Life thing. Actually, on second thought, I'll do that.)

(Listen to your sister, Carter)

[Percy, you're supposed to help me out! Hey- Sadie! Gimme back the- ugh, fine. Be quick.]

(Of course, brother dear.)

~o:O:o~

Hullo, everyone. Pardon the sudden intrusion, but my dear brother was leaving out some important details. I'll fill you in: not only are Greek and Roman gods real, but Egyptian gods are as well. But, unlike those of you demigods, we Egyptians do not have demigods. Instead, we are all magicians. We all share the blood of the pharoahs, which I suppose could count as being a demigod. But back to my point. During the reign of the Egyptian empire, us magicians formed an organization known as the House of Life. The nomes my dear brother mentioned are sections of the world, to which magicians are assigned to protect.

(The First Nome is where the Chief Lector, or leader of the House of Life and most powerful magician in said house, presides from. As of right now, our Uncle Amos is Chief Lector. Can I have the mic back?)

[Suit yourself.]

~o:O:o~

Anyways, back to the story.

I was brushing my teeth when I heard a thump followed by a distressed baa come from my window. A goat had climbed into my room, attempting to sneak in DnD style.

If he were playing DnD, then he would've rolled a 1 for his stealth and a 1 for his deception. Seriously. This goat had on a trenchcoat that probably dragged behind him as he walked, along with a wide-brimmed fedora and dark 50's style shades. Even with the getup, frosty grey hair poked out of every possible place, and his goat horns were clearly visible under his hat.

Before I could process the pile of leather and goat that lay in front of me, another baa rang out, from a different window. "Otis!" a voice hissed from the direction of the angry baa. Otis the goat heap sighed. "Of course I screw up..."

"Be quiet you idiot!"

"You guys, he already saw you," a third voice said. "You got any spare enchiladas?"

(Hey, it's Grover!)

[Shush, Perce]

(Ok, ok)

My toothbrush nearly fell out of my mouth. Two more goats climbed into my room, one from the balcony and one from the window. Percy had mentioned his satyr friend Grover, so I shouldn't have been surprised. Note the use of the word shouldn't. Needless to say, I was.

Very.

"...Who are you guys, and what are you doing in my room?"

Otis sighed again and bleated unhappily. "Marvin...you can tell him..."

The other goat, apparently named Marvin, bleated angrily. "You idiot of a brother! Of course he passes it to me. I don't see why we're doing this when we're just gonna die anyways." he grumbled. The satyr sighed. "You're Carter, right? Chiron sent me. I...kinda picked these two up on the way over her. I'm Grover, by the way." He held out his hand, and I shook it hesitantly. He wore a faded orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt, much like Percy's. Around his neck was a set of panpipes and a beaded necklace with 12 or 13 beads on it. Way more than Percy. "Ok...why are you here?"

Grover sighed. "There's...problems back at camp. It's affecting everyone, and I mean everyone."

"What sort of problem?"

"Well, to be frank, the Mist is going down. You've seen signs of that?"

"I'm not very good at looking into the Duat, but my sister can help you with that. But from what I have seen, yes it does look like somethings wrong."

"We've been getting reports from Hades, about Tartarus. Something down there is waking, and its so powerful that the mist can't function properly to hide it. We've got two options we can see right now: strengthen the Mist, or imprison said creature in a prison worse than Tartarus."

"If there is a prison worse than Tartarus."

Grover hesitated and started chewing on his shirt. "That's the thing: If we strengthen the Mist, it will only delay whatever is trying to break free. Even then, its risky enough..."

Otis the goat slumped. "Magnus told us a bit about that. He said if we imprison it somewhere its not familiar with, it might help. Like imprisoning it in Helheim."

"Wait, back up. Helheim is a Norse realm. Are you...?"

"The goats of Thor? Yeah, that's us," Marvin grumbled. "Valhalla is real! Yippy skippy! More einherji to eat us every day."

"...Ok?"

Grover turned to me. "You should probably know what we're fighting against here."

"I think that might be important."

Grover shifted nervously. "It's..." He hesitated, nibbling on his shirt some more.

"It's Kaos herself."

~o:O:o~

Wow, Carter, handing me the mic now. I thought you were supposed to be the brave one.

(Shut up, Perce)

[You're the one who handed the mic to me. But back to my part of the story.]

I was out patrolling with Clarisse. I had my dog, Mrs. O'Leary, and my pegasus friend, Blackjack, with me. As I looked about, Mrs. O'Leary's tail stood out and she stuck her nose in the air.

"Leary, girl, whatcha got?" She stared at some bushes and wagged her tail slowly. "Blackjack, go find Clarisse. I'll be right back."

Alright, boss

My pegasus friend took to the aie and flew off. I climbed onto Mrs, O'Leary's back. "Alright, girl, take me to wherever you smelled it." She sniffed the air again, let loose a low growl, and bounded into the nearest tree.

~o:O:o~

I found myself on the southern shore of Long Island. To my left, a small family of 3 sat, having a picnic. One of the kids, looking about 12 or 13 years old, looked at me with her mouth hanging open.

"Mom, that guy just appeared out of nowhere..." The mother turned towards me and recoiled with shock. The girl's brother, probably a twin, also looked shocked to see me. His half-eaten sandwich fell out of his mouth. I threw my hands up and smiled. "Um...Hi! Sorry, I didnt mean to interrupt your-"

"Why is that dog on fire? And where are its eyes? And why are you not running from it?"

It was my turn to gawk at the boy. "You- you can see that?"

"Yeah," he stated matter-of-factly. I looked at his mother, then at his sister. "You guys have a monster problem?"

The mother nodded. "Yes, ever since these two were born."

"I saw the Minotaur once when I was little. He was chasing a car," the girl stated. I paled. "That...was me. The car, I mean. Sorry."

She opened her mouth to reply, but was cut short by a red glow coming from the east. We all turned towards it, and I uncapped Riptide. The boy looked at it with wonder and then looked up at me. "Can I-"

"Not now, kid, sorry. Gotta take care of that. Don't follow me, it's dangerous." I started to leave, when the mother called out to me. "Wait. Tell us your name, at least."

I turned back and smiled.

"Percy Jackson."

I hopped onto Mrs. O'Leary and bounded off towards the glow.

~o:O:o~

Yeah, ik i just started that other one. i've wanted to make this one for a while now, and i actually have somewhat of a plan for it. Anyways, reviews are read and apprectiated, i'll update when i can. Cya guys