DISCLAIMER: (Do I have to do this each time?) I don't own Camp Half-Blood or Brooklyn House. However much I wish I did...No.
"Chiron! There's a strange boy trying to get into the camp!" Someone calls from outside of the Big House.
"That must be Carter!" Percy gasps. "Chiron, let me go. He'll recognize and trust me the most."
"Percy, please be careful," Annabeth pleads. I can guess why.
"It'll be alright," Percy reassures her. "Besides, even if he attacks me, we're fairly evenly matched."
"I suppose," Chiron relents. Even centaurs can't always hold out to the stubbornness of demigods. He then turns to me. "Skye, can you walk?"
"I don't think I can." I can't feel my legs, and I don't want to see what would happen if I got up.
"Perhaps this Carter can help with that. Percy, let him in and bring him to the Big House."
"I'm on it," Percy rushes out of the door.
Percy rushed down the hill, towards the camp barrier.
"I hope he remembers me," he muttered.
Carter was still there-banging on the impenetrable wall that protected the camp from unfriendly creatures-shouting, "Let me in!"
"Hey, Carter, right? Remember me? I'm Percy Jackson."
Carter stopped banging. "I remember you quite well, Percy. You said my name, so I came here to help you, but I can't get inside."
Percy chuckled. "That's because unless you're a demigod, you can't get in. I have to give you permission." He cleared his throat-just for show, and said, "I, Percy Jackson, give you, Carter Kane, permission to enter Camp Half-Blood!"
Carter felt in front of him for a wall, but whatever was there before was now gone. "Now, can you tell me why you called me?"
"I called you because we have a major problem. Follow me." Percy led the way back to the Big House. It was a white lie, but now, it was completely true.
"Major problem? I don't see any major problem." Carter was quite confused.
The house looked pristinely white, and the camp was full of other demigods, running around and shooting bows and trying to climb a wall of lava.
"The problem is a girl, actually. Come inside, and don't touch anything. Mr. D had an odd sense of humor, and the thing you touch could bite you, or worse."
Carter followed Percy inside, being extra careful not to touch anything. At the end of a long hallway, Percy pushed open a door. Carter peeked into the room. A pretty blonde girl with storm gray eyes and a… was that a centaur?… were looking at a girl in the bed, who looked pretty weak.
"I brought him." Percy smiles. "See, Annabeth? I'm totally fine."
"Oh, Percy! Thank the gods!" Annabeth hugs Percy tightly.
"Excuse me, Carter, but I have a question." Chiron asks Carter. "Are you a demigod?"
"Demigod? Me? No," Carter replies. "My ancestors were pharaohs. We have gods, but no demigods. It's kind of hard to explain."
"So, I shouldn't exist?" I can almost remember my father and mother talking about something like that…
"Do you remember what my Path is, flower?" Skye's father asked.
"Thoth's Path, Father. The god of writing, magicians, scribes, and knowledge." Skye announced proudly.
"And mine?" Skye's stepmother smiled at young Skye.
"The Path of Isis, goddess of magic."
"Very good! We'll make a professor out of you yet," Skye's father said rather gruffly, and patted her head…
I shake myself back to the present. These flashbacks are becoming more and more common (and annoying).
A look of confusion crosses Carter's face, as if I am an equation he can't solve. "Wait, what? You're a demigod of Egypt?"
"And of Greece."
"That won't do at all! Egyptian gods cannot appear on Earth unless they're occupying a host's body. Who's your father?"
"I've always thought it was Richard Ellison. But last night, I was claimed by Thoth. I thought my mother was Wendy Ellison, but I was also claimed by Athena. I'm a descendant of Cleopatra VII."
"You're mother must be your stepmother. And your father must have been Blood of the Pharaohs as well, or else he would have burned up. But that doesn't explain Athena…" Carter trails off. Urgh! I can't stand ignorance! But what can I expect from an descendant of pharaohs with magical powers?
"I think it does," Annabeth ponders out loud. I sometimes wish I wasn't so condescending. "Athena likes men who are clever and wise. Your father must have been really smart, right?"
"Yes. He was a professor of ancient civilizations at Yale."
"Richard must have been following the path of Thoth, and became the Eye of Thoth." Carter declares. "That would boost his knowledge of ancient civilizations by an elephantful!"
"An elephantful?" Annabeth raises an eyebrow questioningly. "Seriously?"
"What? I couldn't think of anything bigger!" Carter protests. Egyptian magicians are weird. "At any rate, being the Eye of a god means the perfect union of man and god. It's actually quite rare, and extremely hard to achieve."
"So it does work!" Chiron exclaims. "This is very bad indeed. We cannot let Camp Jupiter know this. The Romans and Egyptians have had a rivalry since the fall of Egypt."
"We really don't want to inform Octavian. If he found out, he'd whip the Romans into a blood frenzy and set out to kill Skye." Annabeth corrects Chiron. I have to agree with her. Octavian never will accept the Greek demigods, no matter how peaceful we are.
"She's right, you know." Percy added, which really isn't necessary. Annabeth is very rarely wrong, being a daughter of Athena and all.
"I suggest that Skye come with me so me and my sister can teach her how to use her powers," Carter suggests. Percy and Annabeth look like they want to argue, but they are cut off by Chiron.
"Is that safe…I mean wise?" Chiron frowns. "Skye is a daughter of Athena and Thoth. Monsters will certainly go after her."
"Don't worry. She'll be fine with me." Carter cheerfully reassures Chiron. He says it a little too cheerfully to be genuine.
"What about my legs? I can't walk!" I point this out. I still can't feel them. I don't want to see what will happen to me if I tried to get up.
"I'll fix that," Carter says. He places his right hand on my forehead and murmurs, "Ha-tep."
I have no clue how I know this, but Ha-tep means 'Be at Peace' in Ancient Egyptian. I feel my entire body relax. Tight muscles loosen and all of my adrenaline fades away, leaving my mind in a state of peace. I wiggle my toes. I can feel them! I get off of the bed and stand up. My legs are a bit wobbly, but I can walk. "Thank you, Carter!"
"You're welcome," he replies. "Now let's get going before something else weird happens. Oh, and by the way, that gown your wearing is exactly the one Zia wore when she battle Apophis."
Us Greeks exchange odd looks. Percy's is the weirdest, and I barely manage to contain my laughter. Annabeth is already giggling behind her palm.