4: Sadie

A vital piece of advice― if an eight foot, one eyed monster talks to you, just walks away, stranger danger!

But being me; unaware, young, beautiful, intelligent, amazing… you get the point, I figured if the one eyed guy didn't eat my face on the spot, he might, just might, be friendly.

"HULLO! Eight foot, one eyed thing! My name is Sadie Kane, and this is Walt Stone. What exactly are you― I mean what's your name?" I corrected myself, just in case it wasn't too late to eat my face.

"My name is Tyson! And I am a Cyclops!" he said it so cheerily, must be nice right?

"So… Tyson, Cyclops, T-bone. May I call you that? I'm just taking a wild guess here, but I suppose you're not Egyptian?" I had to look up at T-bone (Carter says that is a stupid nickname, but I rather like it, and Tyson didn't seem to mind).

"No," Walt chimed in, pointing his finger at the big guy; "You're Greek aren't you? At my school we did a section on Greek myths for social studies."

"Yes! Your friend is smart, Sadie Kane. I am son of Poseidon, god of the oceans, horses, Et Cetera! My brother Percy, he is not a Cyclops." T-bone looked genuinely sad that he and his brother didn't look alike, but in my head, a bunch of tiny Sadie's were waking up and turning on light bulbs.

"Walt, please tell me you're thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked, pulling Walt aside for a mo'.

"That this guy's non-Cyclops brother might know something?" That's my Walt, always on the same page.

"Ding, ding, ding!" We came to a silent agreement and walked back to Tyson, who was talking to a Pigeon.

"Hey, T-bone, buddy… you wouldn't be able to take us to your brother, would 'ya?" I ask, clasping my hands together and smiling.

"Oh… Sure! You're going to love Percy."

Worst. Field trip. Ever. Tyson picked us up by the collars of our shirts and slung us over his shoulders. Which were quite uncomfortable. He had the nerve to talk about his brother the whole time. Percy this, Percy that. I didn't give a flaming dung ball! Walt seemed just as annoyed. He kept banging his head on T-bones back. He didn't seem to notice.

Finally, we came to a field of strawberries. Great, I thought, we're lost with a one eyed loony head. Then I shifted to the side and the whole seen changed. The strawberry fields shimmered to a lively camp, filled with kids from 7-17. There were too many cabins to count, and they all were different from each other. One had flowers and butterflies, and was brightly painted, while another was black and seemed to be filled with darkness; three-headed dog statues guarded either side of the door. There was a giant open pavilion, made of what seemed to be white marble. Father ahead, there was an arena where boys and girls fought head to head with swords and knives. Don't even get me started on the tree next to me. Some type of sheep wool hung over a branch, like Neith went hunting and left the skin to dry. Ugh, Neith. A giant reptilian creature spiraled around the tree and was currently taking a nap. I decided not to wake it.

"Welcome," Tyson bellowed, "to camp half-blood!" he squealed. She clapped his hands together and jumped up and down.

"Um, I'm sorry Tyson, but can we get a move on?" Walt said. Taking my hand. I could sense his unease. I admit, I wasn't all too excited to go into that place, but what choice did I have?

"Yes, yes! Let us go meet my brother." He skipped on like this was no big deal. Walt and I dragged behind him, certainly getting strange looks from the happy campers.

We came to a large house and I froze at the steps. I knew I definitely wasn't going to like whoever was in there.

"Sadie, c'mon." Walt said, I continued up the steps, sticking my chin up like I wasn't scared at all, but on the inside I was screaming.

Inside, at what looked like a ping-pong table, a boy with brown hair was hunched over the table, looking at a map. A curly blond haired girl with beautiful grey eyes walked in carrying a few scrolls.

"Okay, the cabin check-ins are all finished Percy―" She seemed to notice us and stopped talking. Percy turned around and smiled at his brother. Tyson crushed him in a hug. He looked strong and muscular, but not as muscular as Walt of course, about 17. He looked us over with intense green eyes and smiled.

"Hey bro, I see you've brought some friends." His voice was casual when he said this, but he seemed uneasy and nervous.

"Yes! This is Sadie Kane and Walt.." he looked to Walt.

"Stone." He offered.

"Sadie Kane and Walt Stone. I met them in the park and told them about you, they asked if they could meet you!" his smile was so large, I thought he would rip his cheeks apart.

"Hi, I'm Percy Jackson, and this is my girlfriend Annabeth." The girl smiled slightly.

"Hi." I said, crossing my arms and scanning the room, there was a desk with more scrolls and papers and pens than I'd seen in a public library. Creaky stairs led to a second floor. There were a few couches arranged in a U and a flat screen T.V.

"I sense that you two are not Greek, but can see through the mist." He said.

"Um… Yeah, the mist, whatever that is." Walt mumbled.

"Listen, we didn't come for a DNA scan, okay? We came for answers. We are Magicians for the house of life, and a bunch of strange things have been happening, and it seems it traces back to here." I said, a bit harsh, but this Jackson guy was annoying me.

"Whoa… back up. What is the house of life?" Annabeth said. She was pretty in an annoying way. With defined cheekbones, and lushes blonde curls that would drive Drew insane. Her grey eyes seemed to read right through me. I noticed a small blade at her waste and wondered what she used it for.

"Well, if you must know, we are Egyptian magicians. And no, we don't pull rabbits out of hats, but I know a few spells that can turn you to dust. The house of life is the base to Ma'at, or for you slow Greeks, order. There are 360 nomes in the world, Egypt being the first, as it's the source of our magic, Brooklyn being the 21st. My Uncle is the chief lector, my dad hosts the god Osiris, My brother channels the power of a sarcastic falcon god, and I have my own personal nanny in my head, oh and my cat was possessed by Bast. And my mom's a ghost. Any questions?" I said with a smirk. I looked to Walt, who was trying very hard to keep a straight face.

"Yeah. Who in Hades is Osiris? Who is Bast? What are you talking about, Egyptian Gods? Why does your brother have a god in his head, why do you? And what is a chief lector?" Percy asked.

"Funny you should ask, Osiris is the god of the underworld, Bast is the cat goddess and one of my best friends, me and my brother Carter are the eyes of Horus and Isis. The Chief Lector runs the house of Life. Any more questions?" I asked. This time it was Annabeth who had a question.

"You are a daughter to the god Osiris, and you and your brother are gods too? How is that possible?" she asked. She looked smart, but she was acting very dumb.

"NO. As I explained, we host gods. We are not gods. They just like to inhabit our body from time to time, and speak in our heads. My dad is the full time host of Osiris though. And my boyfriend Walt here," I patted him on the back, "Is hosting Anubis, god of funerals and toilet paper. Do… you… guys… understand…?" okay, perhaps I was being a bit ridiculous, but I was losing patience. You didn't see me asking a hundred questions at one, did you?

"Listen; there is no need for the sarcasm and annoyingness. We didn't do anything to you." Percy turned to Walt, "is she usually this irritating?" He asked.

"Sometimes, she's in a bad mood." I would have to speak to Walt later.

He turned back to me, "Okay, now let me get this straight. You host gods, you're friends with gods, they aren't your parents, you're magicians for something called the house of life, your Uncle is a chief Lector, your dad host a death god, your boyfriend hosts a toilet paper god, your brother hosted a falcon god, and if I annoy you you'll turn me to dust." Oh goody! He was catching on.

"Good job! It only took you fifteen times!" I said with a sarcastic smile.

"Now Walt, would you be willing to show them your powers?" I said.

"Um yeah, can you hand me something unimportant?" he said to Percy. Annabeth held out a scroll. Walt touched it and almost immediately it turned to grey dust.

Percy drew back in surprise. Then I did something that would probably make Annabeth gut me like a fish. I pointed at the front door and spoke my simplest command word, "Ha-di!" the front door burst apart into a million little charred pieces.

"W- What the heck was that!" Annabeth screeched.

"That was one of the many spells that I can use to turn you to dust, if you want, I can turn you into a banana slug. Would you like that better?" I said with an evil grin. I had lost my patience with these Greeks. No wonder Setne had hated them and the Romans. They were as thick as tree trunks.

"No, I'm good." I waved my want and spoke another spell, "Hi-nehm." The door fit back together in seconds. Percy hadn't said anything.

"Now, I don't want to turn anyone into a slug, but I have a temper, and a very low patience, dare to test me?" I raised an eyebrow, then stormed out of the house, down the path, and summoned for Carter. I could hear Walt trying to negotiate with the numbskulls inside.

C'mon Carter, I'm about to blow! I pictured Carter standing next to me, and then opened my eyes.

"We've got issues." I said.