WARNING: The next chapters make references to Rick Riordan's short story "The Son of Sobek". It's a canon PJO and Kane Chronicles crossover. I highly recommend reading "The Son of Sobek."

Anyway, I decided to continue this fic. I realized that there are more possibilities to this fic, so I thought, "Why not?"

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS OR THE KANE CHRONICLES. RICK RIORDAN DOES.

SADIE KANE

After I saw that vision of a camp from the flowery dressing gown Nico di Angelo gave me, I immediately rushed back home. Fortunately, Uncle Amos happened to be visiting our Nome while taking a short break from his Chief Lector duties. I dragged him and Carter to the nearest empty room.

Once the door was shut, I pulled out the dressing gown which I managed to stuff into my satchel earlier. Carter and Uncle Amos goggled the ridiculous robe. For a few moments, nobody in the room spoke. The only noise was from the dining hall where the others were eating lunch.

Finally, Carter spoke. "Didn't you tell me that you went to Midnight Apparel? I thought they didn't sell anything lighter than navy blue, nevertheless neon purple bathrobes made from real flowers."

I scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous. My taste isn't this bad! I got this from a magician that I met this morning. It's enchanted." I shook the dressing gown, causing its violet hues to intensify. "See! It glows!"

My brother and Uncle gawked at the robe then at me as if I've gone bonkers.

"Um, who's the magician you got it from?" Uncle Amos asked gingerly.

"His name is Nico di Angelo."

"Di Angelo..." mused Uncle Amos, "I do not personally know any magicians by the name di Angelo. Is he Italian?"

"Perhaps. However is accent was very much American," I replied, "I met him in a small clothing shop while I was looking for new combat boots. He's very young, like around my age. So he's thirteen-ish."

"Ish?" repeated Carter.

"I'm not entirely sure. He was quite scrawny."

"Did he approach you while you were shopping?" Uncle Amos enquired.

Suddenly, I realized that my story made me seem reckless or impulsive. Now I felt nervous about describing how I met Nico.

"Not exactly. I was looking for nice boots 'cause my old ones are rubbish and I saw him going through the jackets. I, um, was sorta gawking at him... Well, then he was all like 'Whadya want?' and I was like... Never mind. Actually I kinda, uh, told him that I was a magician from the Brooklyn House. And I mentioned Nomes too but in the beginning Nico thought I was talking about those buggers you see in gardens. Then he asked me to show him some magic tricks. So after he bought a posh jacket and I bought these cracking boots, we met up in an alley that he thought was dodgy but he came anyway. Anyway, I, er, demonstrated some things I can do. Magically." The words came out very quickly.

Carter sighed exasperatedly. Inwardly, I sighed too. I braced myself for Carter's inevitable interrogation.

"Let me get this straight." Carter lifted his index finger. "You saw a guy in a clothing store and you decided, for no apparent reason, to tell him you're a magician."

"For the record, he had a really thick, shadowy aura," I stated, "If any of you were there, his aura would be the first you'd notice."

"Maybe he was wearing too much cologne," Carter pointed out, "Either way Sadie, you shouldn't just go up to strangers and tell them you're a magician from the House of Life! Did this Nico guy tell you he was a magician?"

I paused. "Now that you've mentioned it, I cannot remember if he outright stated that he's a magician."

Carter facepalmed and rolled his eyes at Uncle Amos, whose eyebrows furrowed.

"No, wait!" I cried, "He did say he was a necromancer. But I didn't ask him for a demonstration. I thought the shadowy aura of death was enough proof that Nico practiced creepy, death magic."

"So you never saw the boy perform magic?" Uncle Amos asked.

I nodded. "Nico called himself a 'pretty awesome necromancer'. He claimed he could raise skeletal armies. Personally, I do not want to see anyone do that."

Carter sighed again. "Here's what I think. Sadie, I think you've been duped. OK, I don't want my next words to go over your head but you're a pretty girl. Most likely this Nico kid, judging by the fact that he shops in a store called Midnight Apparel, is some emo tween who was interested in you. So when you revealed that you're a magician, he probably just went along with it. Then he made some huge lie about being a necromancer because well, emo kids are obsessed with death and stuff. But I'm not sure how to explain the tacky robe. Maybe it was an unwanted birthday present."

My jaw dropped. I crossed my arms. "Carter, that's rubbish! Just because someone wears black, does not mean they're emo. And I told you. Nico had a really thick aura of death!"

"Like I said, too much cologne," retorted my brother.

Uncle Amos butted in, probably to avoid the upcoming argument. "Sadie, what Carter is failing to say..." He paused to eye Carter pointedly. "...Is that you should be more careful with the people you choose to reveal you identity to."

Carter said, "For example, you should be careful with thirteen-ish year old boys with a penchant for anything death-related."

I scoffed. "FYI, Nico was rather wary at first. Like he wasn't sure about revealing his identity."

"Or maybe he thought you were a weirdo by calling yourself a magician," Carter suggested, "You know, like any other ordinary mortal."

"I am quite sure that Nico is no ordinary mortal," I declared, "What sort of 'ordinary mortal' carries an sword around in plain sight?"

Carter's skepticism was replaced with astonishment. "Hold up. You didn't mention a sword!"

"Indeed." Uncle Amos was also shocked. "So, when you saw Nico, he was shopping for jackets in a normal store while carrying a sword? This boy is sounding stranger and stranger..."

"It was a real sword too," I told them, "Not some phony toy or corny samurai sword. It was a double-edged blade with a posh hilt. Just looking at it was frightening. It looked sharp enough to easily tear you into ribbons. On top of that, nobody in the store commented on it. Seriously, I could hear Nico at the cashier but the bloke at the register did not say a word about the sword."

I looked at my uncle and brother. Carter had gone pale.

"Just wondering, was his sword glowing?" Carter questioned. It was a bizarre question coming from Carter, but at least he looked almost ready to believe me.

"Not really. Nico's sword was pure black," I responded, "You have to take my word for it but the sword looked magical. I assumed Nico was a combat magician or something. Though, it was unlike any other sword I've seen. It had a different style from the Egyptian swords we have. I suppose they do things differently in the Long Island. By the way Carter, why haven't you told me about the Nome in Long Island?"

My brother Carter has visited all of the Nomes in North America. I thought it was rather inconsiderate of him to not inform me of magicians that lived so close by.

On the other hand, Uncle Amos looked at me, perplexed. "There is no Nome in Long Island," he told me, "And as far as I know, there are no magicians currently living in Long Island."

His words were like a hammer. I knew Uncle Amos wouldn't lie to me. However, now I wasn't so sure with my new mate Nico.

"B-but," I stuttered, "Bast came by for a short while. She practically tackled Nico just so she could chat with him. Plus, she didn't correct Nico when he was talking about how the magicians in Long Island are busy with other stuff."

"Bast knows Nico?" Uncle Amos asked.

I nodded. "Anyway, I forgot to tell you what the dressing gown does. If you put your hand on it, you'll see a vision of a camp."

I held out the robe for my uncle and brother. They placed their palms on it, their eyes widening as seconds passed by.

I pulled the robe away. Instantly, the petals wilted a bit. Not to worry, I knew that the petals were able to regenerate. However, I did not wish to overwork the robe.

Meanwhile, Uncle Amos and Carter regarded the robe like a lethal weapon.

"This is very... peculiar," Uncle Amos remarked, "It is clear that Nico is no ordinary mortal. I do not recognize what sort of magic this robe holds. It's not very Egyptian..."

"A camp..." Carter mumbled to himself, "Long Island... And Nico has a sword... Camper Boy..."

Abruptly, Carter turned to Uncle Amos. "I have to tell you something." My older brother glanced at me then added, "Privately."

"Whatever it is you need to say, you can say it in front of me," I told Carter.

Carter leaned towards Uncle Amos and whispered something to him. Amos's eyes widened.

Uncle Amos turned to me and gave me an apologetic look. "Sorry Sadie but Carter and I have to talk."

Being left out was not my cup of tea, however I knew they meant business. I huffed and left the room, taking the tacky dressing gown with me.

Thanks for reading!

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Seriously, if you haven't read "The Son of Sobek" GO READ IT. If you look it up in the Kane Chronicles' wiki, in the very end of the article, it gives a link to the story. THERE ARE AND GOING TO BE REFERENCES TO THE SON OF SOBEK I AM WARNING YOU.

Plus, the "Son of Sobek" entertaining :)

Next up is Nico's POV. If you want an inkling of where he is at the moment, reread the last part of the previous chapter and you'll know which HoO character is going to show up ;D