Yep. Still Carter.

So any way, when I stepped through that vortex, I was greeted by an amazing sight. We were on a hill, overlooking at a large valley. There was a great deal of training courses including a climbing wall, an archery range, a stable, and even a lake, where at least six canoes were paddling along. Then to the south, I saw a big white house (Which I later learn is called the Big House.), and a field of strawberry bushes bearing bright red strawberries [Ow, Sadie. what was that for? Oh so you think it's too-. Oh never mind.]. And in the middle of it all, there lay a ring of cabins that I bet could house half of our initiates. However, the prize winner of occupying our attention was the dragon, who was bronze and was coiled around a pine tree to our left. And above the dragons head, in the branches of the pine, glittered a Golden Fleece, (All though I'm no good a Greek mythology, which I guessed was the Golden Fleece) was hanging on a brach in the tree the dragon was wrapped around.

Zia was apparently having a staring contest with the dragon, as they were sending warning glares back and forth. "Uh, Zia? What's going on with you?", I asked as she walked toward the dragon, as if in a trance. "Zia!"

Then, that moment, five things happened at once: the dragon lunged, Zia came out of her trance, alarm horns rang out, Walt and Sadie yelled and surged forward to defend Zia, who promptly fell to the ground out cold, and, to top that sugar, about twenty teens ran toward us, about half in armor. They were on horses, on foot, armed with bows, swords, and paddles (Probably from the lake.).

That's when things went the predictable way. And by that I mean haywire. The dragon pounced Zia, and was thrown off of her by a blast of wind from of Sadie, then retreated to the tree.

A stout, young blonde, armed with a spear and shield yelled "They're trying to steal the Fleece!" Of course that would've most likely end in our deaths, except the crowd hesitated.

"Uh, Clarisse?", said a boy in front. Then his brother, I guessed, said "They don't look like half-bloods. Maybe they're friendly..." "Or maybe not.", Clarisse snapped back at the boys. "With Jason and Percy gone, we are barely able to defend against these nutters and those pesky Romans, assuming they pose a threat. So," She turned her expression on us which, by the way, said "Mess with me and I'll rearrange your dental work." "Are you a threat? Lets find out. Oh, and what's your name boy?" "Carter", I replied tartly.

I didn't like being called "boy", as I was the pharaoh oh the gods, but I kept it to myself.

"What's a Half-Blood?", Sadie asked me. "I don't know.", I replied.

Sadie and Walt, now supporting Zia moved forward to come with me but Clarisse told them off: "No. Just him." She gestured at me.

We walked south, to the large house. Clarisse led me straight through the porch door, to find a ping pong table littered with snacks and had two men discussing something when we walked in. One of the men was in a wheelchair, the other drinking a diet coke.

"...and I can only hope they get there safely.", the one in the wheelchair was saying. "I wouldn't mind if they failed but-. it appears we have company.", the other said. "Chiron. I found this one and three others out by Thalia's pine. Can I test him to see if he's worthy to stand with us Greeks?" She asked it so casually like "pass the salt shaker please.". Of course this alarmed me, so I summoned my crook and flail from the Duat and backed away.

"My word, what have we here? A magician? Clarisse! You brought entertainment!", said the dude with the coke. "No. Mr.D", she said." This is my capture." "Don't challenge me," I said seriously. "I was crowned king of the gods." This seemed to have no effect however. "Ha! The king of the gods is Zeus, fool, not some kid like you.", Clarisse said approaching while brandishing her spear.

"Sa-per", I muttered. The hyroglyphs glowed on Clarisse's spear and only Mr.D noticed. "Hey what are those...?" Too late he realized what they really were. Clarisse struck... and missed me by two feet. She tried again. No luck. Then I easily stepped forward and made it a three part spear with my flail.

"These are the weapons of Ra. Do not challenge me, or be destroyed. I am the pharaoh off the Egyptian gods."

I have never seen a god as mystified as Mr.D was, but he managed to give me a first. And with that I put my weapons back in the Duat, and stormed out to find my team.