A/N: Ciao. Here's my new story. I hope you like it. My brother and I wrote this together, so Samantha is based on me and Joey's based on him. Note, this story takes place after Heroes of Olympus and The Kane Chronicles are FINISHED!, so Gaea and Apophis are defeated, Zia and Percy are found, and so on and so forth. Also, this story is used in the AU of Asilda and her awesomeness, so Nico is possessed by Anubis and all that, but the prophecy has been stopped, even though he's still possessed. Anyway, enjoy and review!

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or KC.

Copyright: I own this story and Joey and Samantha.

Chapter One

Samantha

THE NEW YORK TIMES

July 16: Egypt's Money Goes Down Da Nile

July 17: Greece's Currency is Like the Parthenon: Ancient History

July 18: Greece and Egypt are So Eleven Minutes Ago; GreEgypt is the New Black

"Greegypt is the new black?" I exclaimed, throwing down The New York Times. "What kinda idiots write these things? Look, Joey, they didn't even spell Greegypt right!" My brother nodded, not entirely paying attention. He was actually reading the articles. I just look at the headlines. But the headlines this week were TERRIBLE! It's like they were written by teenagers! No offense to all the smart teenagers in the world.

"Hey, Sam, listen to this," Joey told me, jerking me out of my mental rant. "Apparently, since Greece and Egypt have gone bankrupt, they're uniting their countries to form The United Republics of Greece and Egypt- or Greegypt." I already knew all of this, of course, but I think my older brother was just trying to get me to pay attention to what was happening instead of just reading the terrible headlines.

I should probably back up a little. My name is Samantha Hampton. I am eleven years old and I live in Manhattan with my brother Joey, who is fourteen, and my grandma, who is…..old. Our parents had been killed of mysterious circumstances when I was five. I don't remember them, but Joey does. My parents had been historians; my mom studied Egypt, my dad Greece, so Joey and I had both been fascinated with the two countries and their mythology our whole lives.

In celebration of the unification of Greece and Egypt, the Metropolitan Museum of Art had a new exhibit on both countries. Joey and I were psyched to be going that afternoon and were learning as much as we could about Greegypt to pass the time. Finally, Grandma called from the other room, "Kids! Time to go!" Joey and I jumped up from the kitchen table and pulled our shoes on. We stood by the door until Grandma led us outside. We were on our way.

When we reached the museum, I took one look at the sign on the door and turned angrily to my grandma. "Uh…Grandma?" Joey asked politely before I could start screaming. "The museum closes in ten minutes." "Then you'll have ten minutes with the museum to yourselves," Grandma answered, pushing us inside. I sighed, but when I saw what was inside, I didn't care anymore. The museum was filled with assorted Greek and Egyptian paintings, sculptures, and artifacts.

Joey raced off to the Greek side and me to the Egyptian. I stared at all the amazing things, but soon got bored. I know, I know, but FYI, I have a very small attention span. I sat down on a bench to think, but that didn't last long. "Zombie King to British Host. Come in British Host. Do you read me?" I stood up at the sound of the voice, but I was sure the museum was empty.

Another voice spoke. It was crackly, like it was coming from a walkie-talkie, but I could tell it had a British accent. "Yes, I'm here, Death Boy. And I know we're supposed to be spying, but you do not have to go all James Bond on me." "But Sadie, you do it all the time," a third voice said, also crackly, but male like the first. "Shut up Carter." "It's B-Ball Fan." I was officially interested. I strained to hear the voices, though they were getting quieter.

"Honestly, Carter that is the worst codename ever!" The Brit said. "At least it's better than British Host!" B-Ball Fan replied. The Brit sighed. "Look Carter, I'm British and I was a host. Do the math." "Well I'm a b-ball fan." The Brit sighed again. "Yes, Carter, but you're too obvious. At least mine shows a bit of mystery." The first voice I'd heard broke in. "Can we at least all agree that neither of those names are as awesome as Zombie King?" "Shut up Nico!" Both voices shouted. Nico, Sadie, and Carter, I thought. Where have I heard those names before? Suddenly, a fourth voice spoke; not crackly, but very angry. "Will you three be quiet?" The girl whisper shouted with some kind of foreign accent. I turned the corner around a pole to watch. Only two people stood there, but they both held walkie-talkies, which explained the crackly voices.

The boy was about my age, but shorter. He wore all black, which matched his dark hair, olive skin, and almost black eyes. The girl was also about my age, but was at least four inches taller than the boy. She had fair skin, white-blond hair pulled back, and gray eyes that were currently sending the boy a death glare.

The boy, who I assumed was Nico, muttered, "Sadie started it." "I did not!" the Brit protested through Nico's walkie-talkie. "Sadie, Nico, both of you just shut up! If Samantha or Joey hears you, you're both dead!" the blond whispered. I jumped at the sound of my name, but stayed quiet so I could keep watching. "She doesn't have any weapons, Cindy," Nico pointed out.

"But I do," Cindy growled. Nico yelped and made a zipping motion over his mouth. "Lips are zipped," he said. Then, Nico looked up at the ceiling and asked, "Hey Anubis? Are your lips zipped?" "You do realize you're still talking, right?" Cindy asked. Nico made the zipping motion again and kept his mouth closed. I sauntered forward, pretending to be looking at the paintings, and noticed the two kids "for the first time". Cindy gasped and shoved Nico behind a pole. "What was that f-_" Cindy slammed her hand over Nico's mouth till he shut up. "Hi," I said awkwardly. Cindy leaned against the pole, pretending to be looking at the art. "Nice paintings," I commented. Cindy nodded. "Who's your favorite Egyptian god?" Cindy asked. I shrugged. "Probably Anubis," I answered. "Yes!" Nico whispered from behind the pole. "Either him or Isis," I continued.

Cindy looked up at the ceiling. "You are so arrogant," she muttered. "What?" I asked. "Nothing," she answered quickly. I bent down to tie my shoe and suddenly realized something. "Hey, don't you go to my…." I stood up. Cindy was gone. "….school?" Oooookaaay then. That was weird. I looked around the pole. Nico was gone too. "Maybe I imagined it all," I muttered. I turned around and stumbled. A blinding light shined from the window. A searing pain broke out in my head and I closed my eyes, trying to shake it off. I stumbled back and hit my head on a statue of Thoth. Unable to bear the pain any longer, I blacked out.

A/N: Soooooooo, what did you think? I hope you liked it. Review please!