Author's Note-
Hi! This is obviously my first fanfic and I'm really excited. Also, hi, Gene-ius. (Can't remember your account name, sorry.) Don't forget to read those books and shank someone with the candy cane! Also, hi, Abigail. So anyway. This story takes place the February after all the other Rick Riordan series and is actually a 3-way crossover. I will probably post between once every 3 days to once a week. So, here we go!
The following is transcribed from a notebook found on a plane to Hawaii. The contents are intriguing, if a little unexpected, and according to the author, the story of their adventures must be shared with the world, or at least the part that can be trusted. I must transcribe this story. If you betray my trust, you will be transformed into a pineapple with a face. Not kidding.
Chapter 1 - I Get a Free Head Blowtorching
Can you keep a secret? I know a few people who can. A few hundred - maybe a thousand - people know a third of my secret, one piece of the puzzle. Maybe fifteen of those people know two pieces, and only two people alive know all of it. So, can you keep my secret? Will two become three? If not, just put this notebook back wherever you found it and forget you ever heard of me. Just get on with your life.
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... And you're still here. Good. So I suppose I should get on with it, then. My name is Karyn Kane. I know that when read my name, you immediately think, is she related to the "famous" Kanes, Carter and Sadie? The answer is yes. They're my second cousins. Did I use that word right? My dad is their dad's cousin, so... Well, I should probably explain a little about my family to explain why I look like I do and why I do what I do. My dad is Daniel Kane and my grandfather was Carter and Sadie's grandfather's brother. My grandmother was Irish. My mum is Athena. You know, Greek goddess of wisdom and war. So, I have shoulder length hair the color of dark chocolate and skin the color of cinnamon rubbed on a brown paper bag. My eyes are hazel, unusual for one of Athena's children. I'm tallish, at 1.9 meters (that's roughly 5'8" for Americans) and thin, which makes me look even taller. I prefer "lithe," though, it makes me sound like a cat. Like a cat, I'm more muscular than I look, due to ten years of Kung Fu and climbing the climbing wall at Camp Half-Blood. I once scaled a thirty-foot statue to retrieve a Frisbee. But enough about what I look like.
I live in the 28th nome in Dublin with my dad and little brother, Caleb, hanging out there during the school year and going to Camp Half-Blood in the summer. I've always known about the Egyptian stuff, as long as I can remember. I went to boarding school and trained whenever I was at home. But that all ended when I turned twelve. Monsters started to show up, even more than usual. My boarding school burned down, and finally my dad told me about my mum. I got home schooled from then on - learning how to summon a combat avatar, doing pre-algebra, playing the saxophone, and working on my purple belt in kung fu could be pretty exhausting. I started going to camp the following summer. It turned out to be terrible timing - I believe my half sister Annabeth and her idiotic boyfriend have already told you all about that. Thalia's tree had been poisoned, and monsters were attacking the camp. From my years of combat training I was excellent at killing them, so Clarisse gave me my own shift at defending camp and I didn't disappoint. At the end of the summer, Artemis showed up and offered me a spot in the Hunters of Artemis, but I turned it down. I just couldn't imagine never seeing Caleb or my dad again. But then Artemis and Athena offered me a deal. I was a very powerful demigod and the Hunters of Artemis were getting overwhelmed. So, I was offered a job. I have to kill ten or more monsters a week. I get 20 US dollars and 2 drachmas for the first ten monsters I kill and $50 and 5 drachmas for every monster after that. So, life was good. The timing was also good. The very next winter, the Great Stirring started. So, I killed monsters for four years, through the Titan war and the Giant war and the Set apocalypse and the Apophis apocalypse and everything in between. But it turned out that I was a little too good at my job. The monsters were getting scared of me. They wouldn't come to me anymore. So, I had to come to them.
The day my life changed forever (again) was Friday the 8th of February. I was 16 and a half. I happened to be in Boston that day. It was around sixish, and I was heading home after a long hard day of stomping monsters under my black furry Uggs. And, in case you're wondering, I didn't get there on a plane. I have a couple of magical abilities besides the whole casting spells thing. I can open portals sometimes, without artifacts and many times a day. It's not that hard. Also, I can "smell" the monsters the way they smell me, though it's not really smell so much as a kind of radar telling me where to go. That time, all I needed to do was walk down the street and look classy - simple for me. I wore the aforementioned black furry Uggs, dark jeans, a cream-colored wool trench coat, a purple turtleneck sweater, and a sparkly lavender knit cap - a usual winter outfit for me. I also carried my favorite black leather laptop bag over my shoulder. It wasn't just any crappy bag from Target, though. As a special magical research project, I'd linked the bag to my storage space in the Duat. Basically, I can put almost anything inside. I reached into my bag and flicked through my collection of blades. I chose one of my favorites, an Egyptian khopesh made out of celestial bronze. It was tried and true, but I couldn't use it in front of anyone who didn't know about both sides of my family. Then, I ducked into an alley.
Bad news - the monster was a caucus. (By the way, in case you're confused, a caucus is a fire breathing giant, named after the giant Caucus, nemesis of Hermes. I hope this clears things up.) So, I was facing a fire breathing giant with a toothpick of a sword and little to no magical reserves. Also, Bast wasn't coming, probably because I could burn up if I tried too much magic. I sometimes host Bast, by the way. I've always loved cat, so much that Sadie used to call me Catgirl and sometimes Muffin. I'm still not sure why. I held up my sword and shouted, "Hey!"
I forgot that caucuses tend to blaze first and ask questions later. A stream of fire blasted out of the giant's mouth and nearly decapitated me. I ducked just in time. I looked down and saw - and felt - my sword melt in my hand. I swore in Greek and dropped the smoking hilt. It was time for Plan B. I tried to summon a combat avatar, but it dropped me onto my butt. I knew better than to try again, as my fingers were tingling in a dangerous way. Okay, it was time for Plan C. I pulled a glass jar of Greek fire out of my bag and got ready to throw it.
"Eat this!" I yelled, and tossed the jar down the giant's throat. It coughed, then its stomach glowed green and it fell, trickling a sticky mixture of flaming orange blood and yellow dust from its mouth. Weird, I thought. Monsters usually just dissolve. This one obviously wasn't quite dead yet. No problem, it would be dead soon. I tried to summon a portal, but all that happened was the tingling in my fingers got worse. I would have to rest and maybe drink a little nectar before I could leave. A cinnamon hot chocolate with extra whipped cream wouldn't hurt either. As I turned to find the nearest Starbucks, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a nearby shop window. My hair - what was left of it - was burned to a crisp. Bits of lavender yarn still smoked, tangled in my blackened waves. That was a shame - it had been my favorite cap, made from silk scavenged from Arachne's lair. It was sword proof and bulletproof, but unfortunately not fireproof. My face was scorched and covered in ash. Worst of all, the top of my skull was gone, and bits of my burnt brain pulsed gently, covering itself in blood. Obviously, I hadn't ducked as well as I thought I had. The edges of my vision blurred and darkened.
"So this is what dying feels like," I muttered. I fell to my knees. A flash of green whirled before me dizzyingly. I fell to my knees, which hurt. A lot. Just before I passed out altogether, I managed to have one final thought: Bast, help me! Then I died. The end.
A/N
Well, what do you think? Not bad for my first time, right? Please review! I will be really grateful and may write faster if you do. Well, live long and prosper everybody! Nirois out.
