DISCLAIMER: I am not Rick Riordan. I still don't own Percy Jackson or The Kane Chronicles.

"Tonight for capture-the-flag, it's Athena with the blue flag and Ares with the red!" Chiron raises his voice above the chatter of maybe 80 or more campers. Everyone is particularly riled up for this game of capture-the-flag.

The camp raises a cheer, but I don't raise anything. With me on the Blue team, the flag will automatically go to the Red team. As I've said before, I'm a failure with weapons. Even with my new sword, I'm not going to be of any help at all.

"Cheer up, Skye!" Annabeth tries encouraging me to be positive. It doesn't work very well. It only makes it worse. "I think your strategy will help us win!"

"I sure hope so," I mutter, extremely unenthusiastic.

"Good hunting, everyone!" Chiron calls out as the camp scatters into the woods. We have Zeus' Fist, which is easy to defend, but the Red team has lots of trees to hide their flag in.

"So, what's your game plan again?" Piper asks as she ran alongside me.

"We send the fastest runners as diversions to the right flank. Then, we send 3 of our pretty strong fighters to the left flank. The strongest fighters and the fastest person will then go through the centre of the boundary line. They grab the flag and run back onto our side."

"Great! Cross our fingers and hope it works!"

We place the flag right on top of Zeus' Fist. The horn is blown, signaling the beginning of capture-the-flag.

"Skye, I'm putting you on the defense," Annabeth says to me. Thank goodness for that. Last time she put me on offense, Frank beat me up pretty good by turning into a lion. Even though he actually scared me more than scarred me… "Hide behind that tree, and jump out at any suspicious movements."

I run over to the tree she pointed at and hide behind it, making myself as skinny as possible. I let out a breath I didn't realize I've been holding. The whole team is depending on my strategy. I unsheathe my odd-looking sword. It is pulsating blue.

The khopesh that now belonged to Skye pulsated blue as she inspected it for the umpteenth time.
"Oh, wow!" Skye stared in amazement at the crackling blue energy lines. When she touched the blade, it felt slightly hot.

I hold it up to my face for a better look.

"What the heck?" I mutter questioningly. Energy crackles through the blade, and when I touch the sword's blade, it's hot.

This is your birthright, the Voice says, more excitedly than I've heard it before. Claim the Blood of the Pharaohs!

Blood of the Pharaohs? Ok, then. My Voice is officially going nuts. "What do you mean?" I ask it.

You carry within you the blood of gods, and the last Queen of Egypt.

"Cleopatra VII? But how is that possible? No one traces bloodlines that far back!"

We do, is the only reply of my Voice. Quite smugly, too. No bother to think about what I need to know. Don't you remember?

Who's 'we'? And what gods? I don't remember much about my early life after I joined Camp Half-Blood, and if I did, it came to me in flashes and snippets.
Besides, I haven't even been claimed! But I have no time to further contemplate. With a fierce battle cry, Jason Grace busts into the clearing without his sword. But there is only him. Where's everyone else?

The stupid people charge him, but I know there's a trap. I keep quiet behind my tree.

Jason looses half a volt of electricity, and everyone within a 10 metre radius of him is temporarily disabled.

"I think that's it!" He then shouts to his hidden group. "Grab the flag!" The Red team follows suite into the clearing, yelling and screaming. They race towards the rock pile and begin scaling it.

Time to show them what you're made of, Skye Ellison, the Voice declares.

"You're right for once, Voice," I whisper out loud.

I run out from behind my tree and yell, "Team Blue! Defense!"

The others still behind the trees yell after me, "For Team Blue!" and flow into the clearing to battle the group of demigods on the Red team.

Jason is unguarded, and almost at the top where the flag is. I make a split-second decision.

"Oh no, you don't!" I shout and bound over to Zeus' Fist. With each step, I climb higher and higher. It's almost like I'm flying over the rocks.

I beat Jason to the top, and stand between him and the flag. All I have to do is to keep him distracted for long enough. Easy enough to say, but who'll win the face-off?

"Well then, Jason. Looks like your 'surprise' wasn't enough of a surprise," I taunt him, hoping to annoy him as much as possible. He isn't fazed, though.

"Looks like you won't be claimed ever," he taunts right back.

Ouch. I know he was just trying to stir up my nerves, but still. He didn't really mean it, I hope. I lift the khopesh above my head, just like I practiced once earlier, in the arena. "I bet you can't best me."

"I know I can." Jason takes his coin out of his pocket and flips it, catching his sword in midair. "Time to say goodbye to your flag."

Our swords cross in midair, and he presses me back by at least a foot. Jason Grace. Son of Jupiter. Crazy good swordsman. It's at times like this when I ignore my inner thoughts.

"What kind of a sword is that, Ellison? It looks like it's been melted and then stuck back together."

"For your information, it's called a khopesh. And do you know what it's best for?" I twist the sword, and Jason's blade flies out of his hands and clatters down the rocks. "It's designed for hooking an opponent's blade."

With a look of utter shock on his face, he stammers, "H-how? Y-you're horrible at…"

"Swordplay?" I finish slyly for him. "Well, not anymore!" I slice at the space in front of him threateningly. Jason backs up until he is right at the edge. With another warning slice, he tumbles down Zeus' Fist.

That won't be good. The son of Jupiter tumbled down Zeus' Fist. I wonder what the god of thunder will do to me. Nothing shocking happens, so I assume it's alright.

Suddenly, the horn bellows twice, signaling the end of capture-the-flag. Our team had won! Everyone streams toward the boundary line.

I drop down from the rocks in a well-practiced landing, and onto Jason, who is just dusting himself off.

"Ow! Skye, what was that for?"

I get off of the poor boy as soon as I can. "I'm sorry! I didn't see you!"

"That doesn't matter. Great defense back there. You've improved a lot!"

Shocked by the compliment, all I manage to say is "Thanks!"

Chiron and the other campers are waiting for us by the edge of the forest. "Great game, everyone! The Blue team has won this game of capture-the-flag!"

Everyone on the Blue team cheers quite loudly, me included. No dish-washing or shower-cleaning for 3 weeks!

"I'd like to point out that we couldn't have done it without Skye Ellison's plan." Annabeth says to everyone. I wish she didn't. "That, and her prowess in combat are what made us the victors tonight!."

I don't like attention, but as the campers chant my name over and over again, I can't help but feel proud.

Good work, Skye! My Voice says to me.

Only thanks to you, I say back.

Suddenly, the Voice replies, You deserve this. It's a great honour.

I lift off of the ground by a gust of wind pushing me from underneath my feet and I am enveloped in a kaleidoscopic swirl of colours. A bird that looks much like a crane glows above my head. A red owl swoops down from above and perches on my shoulder.

The entire camp gasps as my clothing changes to that of an Ancient Egyptian Princess's.

This is not a normal claiming. Why do I have symbols of 2 gods, one whom isn't Greek or Roman?

"I am Skye Ellison, daughter of Athena and Thoth. I am a descendant of Cleopatra the Seventh. I am the first Crossover," I said in a trance-like voice.

The swirl of colours fades, and I promptly collapse.