Guys, hello! As promised, this is my PJatO-TKC crossover. I promise you'll like it. First chapter has 1058 words. Not bad, eh?

SADIE

WE GO EXPLORING MANHATTAN (AND BATTLING)

Carter says I should apologize immediately for the mess we caused in New York. I will explain first who we are in case you don't know us.

The name's Sadie Kane; my brother is Carter Kane; we are members of the House of Life, a secret society for magicians (no, we don't pull rabbits out of hats); and we go saving the world several times a year. I was hosting a goddess, Isis (not half as fun as it sounds) my brother was hosting Horus, the birdhead, and we restored order and defeated the giant snake Apophis, not by using a stick, but by casting a shadow execration spell which destroyed his shadow ( you want me to destroy your shadow?).

Fine, sorry. Let's cut to the chase.

I was explaining Carter, Zia (his girlfriend), Walt (my boyfriend) and all the initiates of the Twenty-First Nome, Brooklyn House my brilliant plan to go inside Manhattan to investigate the strange cases of magic happening there.

'Sadie,' Carter sighed,' there is a reason Amos told us to stay away from Manhattan, and I want that rule to stay unbroken.'

'He's right,' Jaz said. She was the best healer in our Nome. 'Strange magic occurring-instead of investigating it, why don't we just mind our business?'

'What is there to risk?' I asked. 'We are some of the best magicians in the world. We can't seriously be worried about getting injured. What can we be afraid of?'

'Flying monkeys?' asked Carter.

Everyone laughed.

'Shut up, Carter.' My face was red.

Julian said,' Sadie, can't it be a misunderstanding? How are you so sure that it is magic?'

I pulled out nine newspapers from the Duat. I know it sounds amazing-Oh, l summoned newspapers to read! But it was easy- one of the basic tricks of an Egyptian magician. I grabbed his neck and pressed it to the newspaper. I showed him that the Meatpacking district was essentially on fire one and a half years ago due to strange freaky lasers and stuff, there were more stupid

'Fine, Sadie.' Walt sighed. He and Carter exchanged looks and I knew what they were planning.

A few minutes later, we were packing up. Zia had changed into jeans and a clean white shirt, and Carter was having trouble looking away from her. Walt was in a Dead Weather T-Shirt - Anubis's style (he resides in him, long story) and Carter was wearing a purple shirt. I dressed up in camouflage clothes and a skinny red shirt and combat boots and then we were ready to leave.

Manhattan exuded an aura of mystical power… I was ready to leave the moment we stepped foot in it. I was huge and seemed to be shifting, changing every other second. It was much more… magical than Brooklyn. I was not too sure I wanted to walk into the middle of the town.

'Stay close to the Hudson,' I said.

Carter looked surprised. 'Why?'

'Gods can't fight well in or near rivers.'

He gritted his teeth. 'I know that! But the gods have left the world ever after we defeated our least favorite reptile.'

Zia spoke,' I think Sadie's right. What if a god suddenly pops up? We got to be ready.'

I stuck out my tongue at Carter, who, to my surprise, looked mildly amused. 'If we should be ready…' He pulled out his khopesh from the Duat. A khopesh is essentially a twisted sword, in case you don't know.

'Carter,' warned Walt. 'What if a mortal sees you with a sword? I know that they can't see it, but... we got to be ready,' mimicking Zia, who chuckled.

'No way you are all ganging up on me,' Carter said.

'Guys?' Zia squeaked in alarm. 'We got a boy coming towards Carter, and his eyes are on Carter's sword.'

But before Carter could put away his blade, the guy had raced up to us.

He had messy black windblown hair, and sea-green eyes. He had tan skin and a really tall build. He was wearing a T-shirt which said Camp Half-Blood. He was muscular, but in a slim way. His eyes were friendly but suspicious.

He pointed his finger at Carter's sword and asked, 'Is that really what I think it is?'

Holy mom of Isis. How could a mortal see it? I understood what Uncle Amos said about Manhattan having other problems

I decided to play smart. I rolled my eyes and said, 'No. It'll be a dangerous sword, which he summoned from a realm of magic.'

He chuckled. 'That was what I was going to say.'

We meet one person and he turns out to be able to see that Carter is actually holding a sword. Not very helpful.

I said, 'You need specs?'

'No, I don't. Either that's a curved sword, or a miniature flagpole that a sumo wrestler twisted into a scythe.'

Carter was in panic. 'Man, you either had a hard blow on the head, or you need one.'

The guy's smile faded. 'What was that supposed to mean?'

Carter realized he had chosen his words incorrectly. Happy realization to him. But he had said that, and there was no going back.

'Um… who exactly are you?' the tall boy asked.

'A boy?'

'Normal boys don't exactly go around with curved swords.'

'For the last time, I say that's not a sword!' he said

'You done lying?'

Zia's eyes grew dangerously bright. We looked at each other and I sensed that it was time to get out of there.

We began to leave, but he said, 'You still aren't telling me.'

Walt turned around and said, 'Can't you mind your own business?'

'Nope, not till you put away that sword, and not until I get answers.'

'Then you'll find yourself waiting a long time.'

'You sure you want to fight me?'

'Yes, we're very sure,' I said.

'Then let's do this.' He whipped out a… ballpoint pen. I started to laugh, but stopped when he uncapped it and it grew into a one-metre long sword.

'If you're so sure now…' he began, but I pulled out my staff from the Duat. Carter got into an attack stance. Zia summoned fire in her hand, and Walt was holding a ball of grey energy.

A battle had begun.

Who will win?