I'm back! And here is chapter 2! Also I've changed the rating of this story from T to M. I've gone through this story in my head and I can't imagine it without certain things. Not innuendo, but just things little kids shouldn't be saying. I mean they're teenagers. They're gonna swear.

Disclaimer! Rick Riordan owns PJO and HoO. And if any lyrics are similar to songs you've heard in movies, tv shows, or anything else. I'm sorry but I made that up on the spot.

Percy's POV

After giving Annabeth a goodnight kiss, I went to my cabin. I saw that there were beds already there for my new siblings. A bunk bed for the boys and a bed for Christine. I found Christine sitting on the bottom bunk speaking in a different language. The boys looked sad at what she was telling them.

"It's not fair," Horus interrupted Christine.

"I know. But at least you get to go back," she calmly replied. She kissed their foreheads and went over to her bed, which was 5 feet or so away from mine. Before she could sit, Seamus called out "Could you sing to us? The lullaby Mother always sang?" Christine smiled sadly and obliged.

At first she sang in that other language then I heard her sing in English.

"As the river meets the delta, the waves grow.
Then after the river moves on past the waves grow larger until they can keep memories.

And as the waves roll low, and the waves roll high, or so it goes,

Under a bright, blue endless sky, waves try to measure, the days that we treasure. Wave hello, then wave goodbye"

I looked over to see both boys fast asleep. They looked peaceful and content in their world of dreams. Christine went back too her bed and sat down.

"That was a beautiful song," I said.

"Thank you. It's very special to us. Father- I mean, Pharaoh never really had time for us unless we were training. Mother was always there. But as I started to grow older, she became more involved with Pharaoh. He was making bad decisions and needed guidance. It was up to me to take care of the boys. I've been a mother to them since they were seven year olds," Christine told me.

Since they were seven. Annabeth left her family at seven. I didn't point that out. Christine looked like she was reliving some memories. She had a small smile on her face and she had a far away look.

"The letter said that Mother was dead. She left the physical world and joined our brother and sister. Joined the gods. I pray she has a decent memorial," she whispered.

"What else?" I asked.

"Since Horus is crown prince he has to eventually go back to take the throne when Pharaoh dies. But Shay, and myself we can never return."

Pharaoh, Horus, that different language. It finally hit me. I eyed my new sister with curiosity.

"You're Egyptian, aren't you? The language you speak, it's ancient Egyptian. And your mother is the queen. And the man who you were raised under, he's Pharaoh, isn't he?"

Christine smiled. "Yes Percy. Everything you say is true. Like you and your fellow Greeks and Romans, my Egyptian home remains hidden from the modern world. You have to venture deep into the desert to find my king's palace. Even then you'd have to see through layers of magic."

I was shocked. I had to tell Annabeth. But one thing still bothered me.

"What was the monster you were fighting? You called it a – "

"Long neck. Its official name is serpopard. Serpent leopard. We call them long necks because of their serpent like neck. They're almost impossible to kill. I didn't. All I did was inflict a bit of pain and sent its essence into what is called the nether realm or in your case Tartarus, but my people know it as Duat. But not just evil resides there. All divine, evil, monsters reside there. It's where my Mother's ka now resides. Alongside my brother and sister."

"So you clearly believe in the Egyptian gods, maybe more than the Greek gods."

"The Egyptian gods are just as strong as they were thousands of years ago when Egypt was ruled by Egyptians."

So. If they were Egyptian, and have been hidden for years, why come here now? If one had to see through magic to see them, why would they come out now?

"Because, we weren't safe anymore. You see, after Alexander the Great conquered Egypt the royal family that remained hid. And because of their hate for the Greek, all generations of royals were raised to hate Greek blood. Mother saw that we weren't safe and sent us away when Pharaoh found out."

Well then. I wondered if this guy I met months back knew about this. Carter Kane. He said he was blood of the Pharaohs and was able to do magic. Would he be related to my sister?

"Percy," Christine said, interrupting my thoughts.

"Yeah?"

"You must understand that I care for anyone who is close to me. The boys especially and now you. Percy, you are my brother and I love you. But I cannot, will not, allow myself to get close to you. I've myself into trouble because of this flaw. And most times it's ended, disastrous. Can you accept what I'm saying here?"

I didn't really know what she was saying, but I said yes anyway. We said good night and went to bed.

"Percy, I really don't understand what you're saying," Annabeth said.

"She explained it to me last night. Remember how Chiron tensed at the mention of Pharaoh? Well, that's because he's the man Christine and the boys knew as a father!"

Annabeth looked at me like I was insane, which wasn't the first time. I've had some pretty insane ideas, and my logic sometimes isn't very sane. She looked over at the boys who were sparring in the arena. Christine was no where to be found. We had had pegasus riding together and she never showed.

"Percy-"

"And how do explain the language they speak? It's ancient Egyptian. She told me so herself."

"She could be lying Percy."

"She's not. I know she's not."

Annabeth was about to say something when we heard a sword clash. Horus had been disarmed and Seamus had his sword against his brothers throat. They were naturals. I looked back at Annabeth when I saw someone behind her coming towards us.

"Sorry I'm late. Are the boys excelling?" Christine said.

Annabeth looked at her curiously. Christine smiled and immediately answered her questions. Annabeth hadn't even asked them yet.

"How did you-"

"Annabeth, please don't ask. I've had years of... reading body language," Christine told her.

Christine had looked a little nervous, scared even, at the mention of her past. Something must have happened to make her skiddish. Her hands immediately went behind her back and she composed herself once again. I noticed even when she was tired, scared, or stressed, she remained alert, composed, and confidant. Christine had put make up on her eyes in a particular fashion. It outlined her large, almond, shaped eyes, then went straight out to about where her temple might've begun. It was the typical Egyptian style you see everywhere. Her tan glistened with what I thought was sweat.

"Chrissy! Where were you at pegasus riding?" Horus asked.

"Yeah. You're a natural horse rider back home. How come you didn't come?" Shay asked.

Christine looked regal as a queen, but I saw in her eyes, fear. She was scared of something. It couldn't be horses. She was my sister. She could probably speak to horses, and they boys said she was a natural rider.

She looked at our brothers harshly. "What's been done is past. Past and pardoned. It's better to make sure the past is dead. Don't bring it up. Understood?"

Horus and Seamus nodded.

"Good. Now, um, Percy? May I talk to you please? Alone?"

She sounded anxious. Like she was about to tell me a secret. She sounded a lot like Elsa from Disney's Frozen. She acted a lot like her too. I decided to pull an Anna and told her if she could talk to me, she can talk to her brothers and Annabeth.

"Fine." She did not sound happy. We all went for lunch. Annabeth, despite the camp rules, sat with us. Chiron looked at us but didn't say anything. Mr. D had left for Olympus. Seamus, Horus, Annabeth and I, we ate like normal teens. Which is to say, a lot. Christine, on the other hand, ate like a baby bird that just left the nest. She ate next to nothing. Yet she claimed it was enough. Her tone told me to stop arguing with her. And I did not want to face her rage.

We all went to the arena. They boys had had their swordplay already. Christine hadn't. Clarisse was in charge of this. All the other kids had gone to lunch, as we went early. It was Clarisse and Christine in the arena.

"Alright princess. Show me what you can do," Clarisse said. Christine's sword was on a table beside her. She looked at it, but she didn't pick it up. I could see her breathing become faster and more short. Clarisse, sensing something was wrong came up to her and asked if she was okay. Christine nodded her head but didn't say anything, only making our suspicions higher. Clarisse was really kind and caring, when she wanted to be. She was bad-ass, and still is, but ever since Silena Beauregard died in the battle of Olympus she made her sensitive side come out more often.

"Are you sure? We can do this tomorrow if you'd like."

Christine nodded again. "I'm sorry. But I think I left my wound yesterday open a little too long. A long necks venom is deadly if left alone."

"That's okay. Besides, the first day is always the hardest."

Chapter 2 everybody! Please review!