When Collin woke up, he was laying down on a couch with a huge statue of an Ibis headed deity behind him.

Off to his left, a terrace gleamed naturally with a bright invitingly warm blue pool. To his right, stairs led up to a second floor. The room he was in currently looked very messy, crayons laying everywhere and Starbucks coffee cups spread through the floor unevenly.

Did he forget to mention the kindergartener tickling his feet?

He tried bringing down the laughter but the sensation was too strong for even him to overcome. His mouth opened and let out a fast paced laugh.

"Hey Shelby. Mind if I take it from here?" An African American boy in a blue sweater asked. This boy was wearing brown cargo pants underneath as if he couldn't tell whether he wanted to be a lazy adult or a lawyer when he grew up. A weirdly curved sword was attached to his side.

Collin sat up to match his gaze but even then, the Cargo pants boy was still a good 4 inches above him. Cargo boy crouched down a bit.

"I'm Carter," He said.

"Collin."

"Sorry about Shelby. We let the. Ankle biters roam around after lessons."

"What is this? Some kind of school?" Collin asked.

"Brooklyn House. We train people like you to do magic."

Collin frowned. Chiron hadn't told him about another camp in Brooklyn where he could do magic. Then again, maybe this camp was supposed to be a secret. But then why did the inhabitants let him into their house?

Carter mistook his confusion. "We get that expression a lot actually. Don't worry, Brooklyn House is heavily enchanted with spells. It's impossible for anything to come in here without our permission."

"Except that one time Sarah Jacobi came here," a girl said from the couch on the opposite end of the room. Caramel hair ran down to her chest with purple highlights streaking in. She walked towards them and also crouched which made Collin realize that the Carter and Purple girl were the same height.

Carter turned towards the new girl.

"We aren't supposed to tell the newcomers about that, Sadie!" He hissed.

"Hey. I think it's a good idea to tell these guys about what they're getting into. You never know."

"You're not helping."

"I'm all about helping Carter," Sadie said, "I saved this guy."

Carter rolled his eyes, exasperated. Collin found that the relationship between them seemed very stereotypically sibling-ish.

"So where am I, exactly?" Collin asked.

"East river, Brooklyn. Not sure what street exactly but it's in Brooklyn," Sadie replied.

"How can you live in your home without knowing your street?"

Sadie shrugged. "Guess it's not that important."

Now that Sadie had said that, it made sense to Collin. Collin knew at least a dozen people at Camp Half-Blood that had forgotten their former homes' address. After all, it wasn't like they'd go back to see a house or apartment that sheltered bad memories of childhood monsters.

Or sheltered bad parents.

"What do you teach here?" Collin asked.

Carter took the lead, "Magic."

"No, like what kind. The spell kind? The mist kind?"

Carter looked confused. "Yeah, we can make... mist."

"No, the boundary between mortals and demigods." At this point, Collin was sure he'd managed to find his way into a 'magic' camp that taught you how to do fraud stuff. If these guys didn't know what the mist was, they would certainly not know how to do magic.

"Look. I'll just be on my way, okay?"

Collin got up and brushed some dirt off his pants. Then, he brushed some more. And then again. He was calmly waiting for his conversationeers to move again. But they didn't.

Instead, a faint white light shone through the whole house and time seemed to stop. At least for everyone not named Collin. A penguin in the corner of the room stopped waddling. A vase knocked over by a blue light stopped midway between the ground and the top of it's table.

"Oh well. I suppose the worlds are finally colliding."

To the left of Collin, a huge chicken appeared without the head of a chicken. Instead, where the beak would be, a nose was and- this is taking too long. The head of a chicken was replaced by the head of a human. The human's face looked very, very old.

"Who are you?" Collin asked, moving back a few steps because the chicken-man fusion looked weird when facing it with a foots length away view.

"I suppose the names aren't important here," the chicken man said, "After all, names have power. What is important is you getting out of here."

"What do you mean?"

"Perhaps a fusion of the worlds might be too much for Ma'at to handle. It would be best to stop them from coming together."

"What?" Collin asked. He understood exactly 10 percent of what this old chicken headed man was saying. "Why is this mat important?"

"Oh, you wouldn't know. It's probably best you never know. But perhaps I could give you one memory."

And with that, the chicken headed man clapped inaudibly while muttering an incoherent mess of words and Collin was dragged into a dream.

Collin was wandering through Alexandria. He didn't know how he knew but he knew that much.

Alexandria was rich, Egyptians had hung dry but colorful dyed blankets over the roofs of their decks and the houses were all painted a rusty light yellow. The smell of strong bread and spiced meat came from the left. To the right, a huge lighthouse roared, scaling over ancient Alexandria like the South and North Towers had in New York.

The scene was unfamiliar but yet, so inviting to this Greek demigod, as if the scene wanted him to be an ancient Egyptian boy.

But things seemed to go wrong for the city almost immediately. From the coasts, Greek triremes floated in but they threw green liquid at the docked ships, starting a huge fire in the port. Greek hoplites ran down the streets, skewering any citizen who dared challenge them. A building was set on fire.

Behind Collin, a ragtag group of Egyptian bedraggled soldiers prepared their swords to fight the invaders but were attacked from behind by Greek cavalrymen.

Another building was set on fire. The fire spread through the wooden furniture inside, radiating massive amounts of heat which caused the bricks to crack and collapse, killing whoever was inside.

Over to his left, he saw a very old person, muttering Egyptian words while a green tinted magical border around him appeared. The person looked at the Greek hoplites and cursed greatly. The old man disappeared. The vision slowly faded away as quickly as it had happened.

Collin found himself back at Brooklyn House but his eyes were unfocused now. He could vaguely see a figure and hear the figure muttering a few words which teleported him outside of Brooklyn House, onto the streets that fortunately for him, didn't have a cop there.

Right on top of a monster.