I've always had a crossover in mind, and I was just itching to type this down. ope you liked it. PLEASE REVIEW!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the awesome characters from Percy Jackson, the Heroes of Olympus, or the Kane Chronicles... They all belong to the amazing Rick Riordan... Lyrics from The Phantom of the Opera belong to the equally amazing Andrew Lloyd Webber.

"It's over now, the music of... the... night!"

It was a good thing I chose not to wear mascara or eyeliner that night. Starting from "Go now! Go now and LEAVE ME!", I allowed myself to cry.

Three words: Best. Present. Ever! We're in late June, and my dad took me to New York for the summer. In addition to getting to watch the awesome Macy's 4th of July fireworks in two weeks, my parents got me V.I.P behind-the-scenes tickets to watch my all time favorite musical, yep you guessed it, THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. I am definitely enjoying my 8th grade graduation present.

Oops, forgot. Little intro needed, huh? Okay, so. My name's Luna Yue. I come from a half Chinese family that mostly does work in retail or the restaurant business. Like most Asians, I have brown eyes and black hair, but I have slightly tanned skin and a "medical mystery". I'm serious, I'm not lying, I have a long streak of silver hair. On my right side of my scalp, there is a single long streak of silver hair that will not be hidden by any hair-dyes whatsoever. And yes, it is silver, not grey, because it shines in the light like real silver. Other than that, I am a mostly-normal straight A-student, love to travel, been wearing glasses since fourth grade and will never use contacts, huge bookworm, and a major Phantom-Phanatic. I'm not really one of those girly-girls, so I'm not much of a softy. Only rarely do I show my weak spots.

That being the case, I am completely contradicting myself tonight by dressing up, using makeup, and crying. But hey! It's Broadway! So sure, why not wear a spaghetti-strap navy blue taffeta mermaid dress, black leather gloves, with some heels, light makeup, hair in curls, nails painted black, and a mini Louis Vuitton purse to finish off the look. Fancy, non? As long as I don't run into any of the boys from my class, I'll be fine.

"So what did you think of the show?" my dad asked after the curtain call and ending credits.

"Oh my gosh, I loved it so much! Thank you papa!" I gave him a big hug, but had to bend down a little. Added heels made me a few inches taller than my dad.

"You ready to go yet?"

"What? Come on, you know that you can't leave without buying souvenirs first! At least let me get the Phantom's autograph!"

My dad was reluctant, but he let me go. It wasn't that hard to spot them. There was a crowd surrounding the main cast. I pushed myself past the people and finally got to the front of the line. Yes! Scored two signatures and a message.

It read:

"Dear Luna,

Thank you for being an amazing fan of our work. We wish there would be many more whom are as dedicated as you.

Yours truly,

O.G."

Plus a picture with Phantom and Christine, and their signatures (Ramin Karimloo and Sierra Boggess were performing tonight, my favorite pair!).

I was smiling like a nut and making high-pitched "hehehe" sounds. This was probably the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life so far... But my happy moment only lasted for a few minutes.

My dad was waiting for me outside the theater and we were about to enter our car when I spotted something weird in the sky. I quickly patted my dad's arm. "Do you see that?"

He looked up and was puzzled. "What is it? A plane?"

"I don't think so. It looks more like a bird, but birds don't really fly at night, and it is too big to be a bird..."

Then the most impossible thing happened. The thing landed right in front of us. It had the face of a man with lion-like features, as in extremely sharp fangs for teeth. Its body was that of a lion's, its wings feathered but ragged, both a sickly mix of grey and green. But what really caught my eye was its tail, spiked like a Medieval morning-star. A manticore. I saw it. My dad saw it. A group of teens in greys, blacks, and whites saw it. Other than us, nobody else noticed a thing.

It, he, whatever, was staring at my dad who was petrified. The manticore started walking towards my dad, so I guess I just improvised.

"Hey! Over here, ugly!"

It looked at me then grinned. "Luna Yue," it hissed. Oh dear gods no. This was not happening. I spun on my heels and took off running. I had no idea where I was going, but something inside of me told me I was right. I hitched up the skirt of my dress as I dodged pedestrians, cars, and long most-likely-poison-tipped thorns, trying not to look behind me. I kept on thinking This is not happening to me... This is not happening to me... but it is.

After many twists, turns, and a few dead ends, I ended up in a strawberry field. Why am I here? I don't know, but again my gut is telling me I'm right. I quickly spotted a hill with a lone tree sitting at the top and continued running. I could tell the creature was gaining on me; I could feel the slight wind coming from its beating wings. If I could just reach there... too late.

I fell to the ground as what felt like a ton landed on my back. I rolled over and tried to stick my arm up, but there pinned by its paws, claws digging into my flesh. I was desperate, it was improvised, and I don't know how it worked, but it did. I brought my knees up to my stomach and kicked both feet at its abdomen. Score! Two puncture wounds, green blood oozing out. The manticore howled in pain and looked down at me, jaws open, ready to bite. I closed my eyes while trying to twist free and felt an intense burning pain in my left shoulder. Then it suddenly.. stopped. Its fangs were still in my shoulder, but it wasn't trying to tear me to bits anymore.

I opened my eyes and saw twelve or more silver arrows buried into its heart and head. Then POOF. The entire manticore just turned into dust. No more claws or teeth in my shoulder and arms, but still a major OUCH. I got up and started up the hill. I wasn't going to to wait, not going to take the chance that the arrows might belong to a greater fiend. When I passed the crest of the hill, past the tree, I knew that I would be safe here.

From that moment on, I knew that all of my suspicions, all that I've ever seen and read, were truly real. Creatures from ancient times, stories of the gods and their children, demigods, magicians... even the camps and the House of Life... All of them were real, and this is the truth. I am a demigod, and I have finally entered Camp Half-Blood. But then, everything went black.

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