AN: This Story Is Far From Finished, I'm Only Posting To Know Whether The Story's Good Or Not, All Comments And PM's Welcome, BTW: I'll Change The Story's Format Into One More Comfortable To Read And Split It Into The Chapters You're Accustomed To After I Know If I Should Keep Writing Or Modify It

Chief Lector Flynn

I woke up in the airplane where I fell asleep, some old guy next to me. Everything was normal, everything was fine, I almost believed it was all a dream though that didn't comfort me much because I knew the power demigod dreams had when the old guy asked me: "How'd you do it?" I gave him my world famous what-the-fuck look and he explained. "How'd you manage to do that thing with the lightning, I've never seen anyone wield so much storm magic in my life, and I was Chief Lector of the Per Ankh" He said with a twinkle in his eye said with a weird accent as though he'd learned English as a second language. "¿Hablas Español? I asked him, thinking that might have been his first language even though he didn't look Latino. "Me no speak-o Spañol" He said, making me feel like a dumbass, but making him look like the bigger dumbass.

"One, that was the worst Spanish I've heard in my life. Two, who are you? You're a magician, I figured that much, but who are you?"

"My name is Isakandar," he said "Though these days I go by Flynn, I got the name from a very popular TV show; Breaking Bad."

"Isakandar, Flynn, whatever your name is, I just want to know, what is going on? What happened to the plane? Why did it blow up? Why did you not choose to be called Badger or Hank? They're fuckin cooler than Walter Jr."

Flynn studied me carefully as if deciding what to say. "The plane," he said finally. "It got struck by a lightning bolt and split in half, it blew up because, as you probably, it was no normal lightning bolt, and I like Flynn mind you." He said it in a weird voice that I learned to recognize was my brain translating Flynn's words from Greek to English. "You speak Greek," I noticed. "Yet you were wielding Egyptian magic, how does that work? I though I was the only one who could do that, Alexander the Great?" The old man smiled and nodded his head. "You believe to have seen stranger things I presume." He said, still nodding his head a bit.

"As a matter of fact I have, but, may I say, you look great for your age."

"Oh, not, I stopped aging when I died." He said so matter-of-factly that I had to do a double take. "I'm sorry you what? I don't think I understood what you just said." I said, though I did understand his words, I just couldn't process the meaning behind them. "Oh don't worry," He said. "I'm not at ghost as you 21st century youngsters would call me, I'm very much alive, even though I died once." I'm sure that you guys know that I gave him my world famous what-the-fuck look as he chuckled while saying: "Even I don't understand it fully, after dying I remember doing my job as a gate keeper and as a ba, then one day, I woke up inside my coffin 1,200 feet underground, this of coarse is not unusual but the fact that I remember being dead is. I shouldn't be alive right now, yet, here I am, now what do you think happened? Hmmm?"

"That kid, Nico di Angelo, he had the power to bring back the dead with this key thing that he had, you think he used it on you?"

"That's not the right question."

"What do you mean?"

"Getting closer..."

"What does it mean, the fact that you're alive?"

"That, David, is the right question." With that he disappeared into cream colored smoke and I fell asleep in an instant, when I woke up, a flight attendant was shaking me, grabbing my shoulder trying to wake me. "Sir," she said. "Sir wake up we're here." I looked around for the old man but I couldn't find him. I was about to leve the plane when I felt something in my pocket, I looked and saw an Egyptian necklace, a wedjet, also called 'The Eye of Horus'.

Sorry This Was Such A Short Chapter, But Hey, I Finally Posted All My Chapters!