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The Staff of Serapis. UNTIL SHE SPOTTED the two-headed monster, Annabeth didn't think her day could get any worse. She'd spent all morning doing catch-up . The Staff of Serapis. An Annabeth Chase/Sadie Kane Adventure. The Crown of Ptolemy. With Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Carter Kane, & Sadie Kane. Riordan, Rick = The Staff of Serapis - Crossover. READ. Show more documents Throne of Fire Event worldcreation.info - Rick Riordan. Rick Riordan. A 1. Read More.
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worldcreation.info: The Staff of Serapis (Heroes of Olympus, The) eBook: Rick Riordan : Kindle Store. Percy Jackson and Kane Chronicles Crossover 02 - The Staff of Serapis - Rick worldcreation.info KB. Percy Jackson and Kane Chronicles Crossover 03 - The. The Staff of Serapis is written by Rick Riordan and the second crossover between The Kane Chronicles and Percy Jackson and the Olympians. It is the sequel to.
They start figuring out this monster and this man a god were both Egyptian and Greek from the time when Ptolemy was the pharaoh. The structure of the building is also changing. Sadie says that they'll split up and that Annabeth could deal with the god that they couldn't remember the name of with her staff creating a forcefield around her. Once she gets Serapis' attention she Sadie Kane starts talking to him trying to give Sadie enough time "to do whatever Sadie was going to do".
She saw that Sadie was drawing chalk circles, and once they were complete she said the spell "tyet" and then said the "ha-di" spell. However, Serapis just waved it away like it were a fly.
When that doesn't work she yells "Suh Fah! Suh Fah was a loosening spell. Annabeth tells Sadie what she learned from talking to him. Sadie shouted, 'I name you Serapis, god of Alexandria!
God of … uh, funny hats and three-headed staffs!
Staff Of Serapis
I bind you with the power of Isis! Debris began falling out of the air, crashing around Annabeth. She dodged a brick wall and a fuse box. Then she noticed the wounded staff monster crawling towards Serapis.
She lunged in that direction, only to get smacked in the head by a falling piece of timber. She hit the floor hard, her skull throbbing, and was immediately buried in more debris. At least she hadn't been buried in bricks. She kicked her way out of a pile of plywood and plucked a six-inch splinter out of her shirt. The monster had made it to Serapis's feet. Annabeth knew she should have stabbed one of the monster's heads, but she just couldn't make herself do it. She was always a softie when it came to animals, even if they were part of a magical evil creature trying to kill her.
Now it was too late. The god flexed his considerable muscles. The silvery prison shattered around him.
The three-headed staff flew into his hand, and Serapis turned on Sadie Kane. You do not even have the proper language to name me, little magician! Annabeth staggered forward, but her breathing was shallow. Now that Serapis held the staff, his aura felt ten times more powerful.
Annabeth's ears buzzed. Her ankles turned to mush. She could feel her life force being drained away — vacuumed into the red halo of the god.
Somehow, Sadie stood her ground, her expression defiant. You want proper language? A new hieroglyph blazed in Serapis's face But the god swiped it out of the air with his free hand. He closed his fist and smoke shot between his fingers, as if he'd just crushed a miniature steam engine. It combines both, consumes both, replaces both. You are favored of Isis, I see? She was once my wife. When I deposed both Osiris and Zeus, Isis was forced to serve me.
Now I will use you as a gateway to summon her here and bind her. Isis will once again be my queen! Serapis thrust out his staff. From each of the three monstrous mouths, red tendrils of light shot forth, encircling Sadie like thorny branches. She grabbed the nearest sheet of plywood — a wobbly square about the size of a shield — and tried to remember her Ultimate Frisbee lessons from Camp Half-Blood.
She twisted from the waist, using the force of her entire body. The plywood sailed through the air just as Serapis turned to look at her, and the edge smacked him between the eyes. Annabeth dived to one side as Serapis blindly thrust his staff in her direction. The three monster heads blasted super-heated plumes of vapor, melting a hole in the concrete where Annabeth had just been standing.
She kept moving, picking her way through mounds of debris that now littered the floor. She dived behind a pile of broken toilets as the god's staff blasted another triple column of steam in her direction, coming so close that she felt blisters rise on the back of her neck.
Annabeth spotted Sadie about thirty yards away, on her feet and staggering away from Serapis. At least she was still alive. But Annabeth knew she would need time to recover. I will use you to destroy your wretched mother!
You think you are wise? You are nothing compared to the one who awakened me, and even he does not understand the power he has unleashed. None of you shall gain the crown of immortality.
I control the past, present and future. I alone will rule the gods! By the time Serapis blasted her position, turning the toilets into a porcelain slag heap, Annabeth had crept halfway across the room.
She was searching for Sadie when the magician popped up from her hiding place, only ten feet away, and shouted: Mortar disintegrated. The side of the building groaned, and as Serapis screamed, 'NO! Annabeth choked on a cloud of dust. Her eyes stung. She felt as if she'd been parboiled in a rice cooker, but she stumbled to Sadie's side.
The young magician was covered in lime powder as if she'd been rolled in sugar. She stared at the gaping hole she'd made in the side of the building.
The foundations shook. From beneath the rubble came a muffled roar. Shafts of red light shot from gaps in the debris. Serapis's hand, still clutching his staff, thrust through the bricks and boards. The monster's three heads blasted shafts of steam in all directions. Annabeth's knife remained hilt-deep in the monster's shell, the scar round it venting red-hot hieroglyphs, Greek letters and English curse words — thousands of years of bad language spilling free.
Annabeth sprinted towards the pile of rubble. Her eyes were fixed on the hilt of her dagger, but she was too late.
Serapis's other arm broke free, then his head, his flower-basket hat crushed and leaking grain. Annabeth's plywood Frisbee had broken his nose and blackened his eyes, leaving a mask like a raccoon's.
Annabeth beat a hasty retreat, and Serapis screamed, 'NO! The magic must have been too much for Sadie. She crumpled like a rag doll, and Annabeth caught her just before her head hit the ground.
As the remaining sections of wall shuddered and leaned inward, Annabeth scooped up the younger girl and carried her outside. Somehow she cleared the building before the rest of it collapsed. Annabeth heard the tremendous roar, but she wasn't sure if it was the devastation behind her or the sound of her own skull splitting from pain and exhaustion. Sadie's eyes rolled back in her head. She muttered incoherently.
Her skin felt so feverish that Annabeth had to fight down a sense of panic. Steam rose from the magician's sleeves. Over by the train wreck, the mortals had noticed the new disaster. Emergency vehicles were peeling away, heading for the collapsed apartment building. A news helicopter circled overhead. Annabeth was tempted to yell for medical help, but, before she could, Sadie inhaled sharply.
Her eyelids fluttered. She spat a chip of concrete out of her mouth, sat up weakly and stared at the column of dust churning into the sky from their little adventure. That's about as close to self-immolation as I'd like to come today. She'd been jealous of all those cool spells Sadie could cast, but now she was glad to be just a demigod. Annabeth gazed towards the site of the would-be lighthouse. She wanted to think the god was gone, but she knew better.
She could still feel his aura disrupting the world, pulling at her soul and draining her energy. Then he'll come after us. Sadie groaned. Sadly, I don't have enough energy to open a portal, even if I could find one.
Isis isn't responding to me, either. She knows better than to show up and have her essence absorbed by Lord Cereal Bowl.
She realized her own backpack was still on her shoulder. How had it not slipped off during the fight?
And why did it feel so light? She unslung the pack and opened the top. The architecture books were gone. Instead, nestled at the bottom was a brownie-sized square of ambrosia wrapped in cellophane, and under that ….
Annabeth's lower lip trembled. She pulled out something she hadn't carried with her in a long time: No reply, but Annabeth couldn't think of any other explanation.
Her mother had sent her help. The realization both encouraged and terrified her. If Athena was taking a personal interest in this situation, Serapis truly was a monumental threat — not just to Annabeth but to the gods. But if it does … I might have a plan. It'll be your turn to keep Serapis distracted. Annabeth had barely finished coaching Sadie when the ruined building shook, debris exploded outward, and Serapis emerged, roaring and cursing. Startled emergency workers scattered from the scene, but they didn't seem to notice the fifteen-foot-tall god marching away from the wreckage, his three-headed staff spewing steam and red beams of magic into the sky.
It might restore your strength. Color returned to her cheeks. Her eyes brightened. Ah — here comes our friend. Serapis kicked a fire engine out of his way and lumbered towards the train tracks. He didn't seem to have spotted Sadie and Annabeth yet, but Annabeth guessed he could sense them. He scanned the horizon, his expression full of murderous rage.
Sadie's eyes widened. You're quite invisible. You won't start shooting sparks, will you? As they'd planned, Sadie backed towards the beach. Annabeth crouched behind an abandoned car and waited for Serapis to pass. Invisible or not, she wasn't going to take any chances. The god raised his glowing staff, all three monstrous heads belching steam.
Annabeth winced. Sadie's pronunciation was pretty bad. She'd got the first line right, more or less: Sing of rage, O goddess. But the second line should've been: In the sea, suffer misery. Instead, Sadie had said something like: In the sea, suffer moss! Fortunately, the sound of Ancient Greek was enough to shock Serapis. The god wavered, his three-headed staff still raised. Meanwhile, Annabeth sneaked up behind the god, her eyes on the dagger still impaled in the monster's shell.
If Serapis would just lower his staff …. You're done for! Serapis stared at her, clearly baffled. The red tattoos on his skin dimmed. A few of the symbols turned into question marks and sad faces. Annabeth crept closer … twenty feet from him now.
I'm about to destroy you. There is no such thing! The three animal heads were level with Annabeth's eyes. Her heart pounded. Ten feet to go. Then, if she jumped, she might be able to reach the dagger. She'd only have one chance to pull it out. The heads of the staff didn't seem to notice her. They snarled and snapped, spitting steam in random directions. Wolf, lion, dog — past, present and future. But why did the future have to be a dog?
That black Labrador was the least threatening of the monster heads. With its big gold eyes and floppy ears, it reminded Annabeth of too many friendly pets she'd known. But, as she got within striking distance, her arms grew heavy. She couldn't look at the dog without feeling guilty. If Annabeth struck at the Labrador's head, what if she killed her own future — the plans she had for college, the plans she'd made with Percy …?
Apophis , mind you — who is thousands of years older than you and much more powerful. So if you think I'm going to let a second-rate god take over the world, think again! The anger in her voice was no mere bluff, and suddenly Annabeth was glad she'd given Sadie the job of facing down Serapis. The magician was surprisingly terrifying when she wanted to be. Even the one who summoned me had no such magic. Annabeth was face to face with the black dog.
The dagger was just overhead, but every molecule in her body rebelled at the idea of killing the animal … killing the future. Meanwhile, Sadie managed a brave laugh. You mean that old con artist Setne?
Annabeth didn't know the name, but Serapis obviously did. The air around him rippled with heat. The lion snarled. The wolf bared its teeth. I suppose he didn't tell you who let him back into the world. He's only alive because I spared him. You think his magic is powerful? Try me. Do it NOW. Annabeth stirred. She realized Sadie was talking to her , not the god.
The bluff was getting old. She was out of time.
As he raised his staff to strike, Annabeth jumped. Her hand closed round the hilt of the dagger, and she pulled it free. Instead, the dagger was sucked into the dog's neck like a paper clip into a vacuum cleaner Annabeth barely had time to let go. She rolled free as the dog howled, shrinking and shriveling until it imploded into the monster's shell. Serapis roared. He shook his scepter but he couldn't seem to let go of it.
The staff cracked open. It grew so hot that Annabeth felt the hairs on her arms start to burn. She crawled backwards through the sand as the lion and wolf heads were sucked into the shell. The entire staff collapsed into a red fireball in the god's palm.
Serapis tried to shake it off. It only glowed brighter. His fingers curled inward. His hand was consumed. His entire arm contracted and vaporized as it was drawn into the fiery sphere. Without my guidance, you will never attain the crown! You all shall perish! You shall —'. The fireball flared and sucked the god into its vortex.
Then it winked out as if it had never existed. They sat on the beach at sunset, watching the tide and listening to the wail of emergency vehicles behind them. Poor Rockaway. First a hurricane. Then a train wreck, a building collapse and a rampaging god all in one day. Some communities never catch a break. Annabeth sipped her Ribena — a British drink that Sadie had summoned from her 'personal storage area' in the Duat.
Sadie seemed to be on the mend. The ambrosia had done its work. Now, rather than looking as if she was at death's door, she merely looked as if she'd been run over by a pack of mules. The waves lapped at Annabeth's feet, helping her relax, but still she felt a residual disquiet from her encounter with Serapis — a humming in her body, as if all her bones had become tuning forks.
At the time, we didn't have much choice. At any rate, Setne escaped with the Book of Thoth, the most dangerous collection of spells in the world.
He's trying to combine Greek and Egyptian magic. After the day she'd just had, Annabeth wanted to put her invisibility cap back on, crawl into a hole and sleep forever. She'd saved the world enough times already. She didn't want to think about another potential threat. Yet she couldn't ignore it. She fingered the brim of her Yankees cap and thought about why her mother had given it back to her today — its magic restored.
Athena seemed to be sending a message: There will always be threats too powerful to face head-on. You are not done with stealth. You must tread carefully here. The wind off the water suddenly turned cold. It smelled less like fresh sea air, more like burning ruins.
What a horrible thought. Sadie laughed without humor. He's only playing with us now. The Son of Sobek … Serapis. I'd wager that Setne planned both events just to see what would happen, how the demigods and magicians would react.
He's testing his new magic, and our capabilities, before he makes his real bid for power. Sadie's expression wasn't reassuring. Because a god who knows both Greek and Egyptian magic, who can control both worlds … I can't even imagine. Annabeth's stomach twisted as if it were learning a new yoga position. In any war, good planning was more important than sheer power. If this Setne had orchestrated Percy and Carter's battle with that crocodile, if he'd engineered Serapis's rise so Sadie and Annabeth would be drawn to confront him … An enemy who planned so well would be very hard to stop.
She dug her toes into the sand. I thought he meant it like a metaphor. Then I remembered what he said about Ptolemy I, the king who tried to become a god —'. Sadie spelled it. Not a lovely fashion statement, but the pschent invested the pharaoh with his divine power.
If Setne is trying to re-create the old king's god-making magic, I bet five quid and a plate of Gran's burnt scones that he's trying to find the crown of Ptolemy. After I smack my brother for not confiding in me about you demigod types, I'll put our researchers to work and see what we can learn about Ptolemy.
Perhaps his crown is sitting in a museum somewhere. Annabeth traced her finger through the sand. Without really thinking about it, she drew the hieroglyphic symbol for Isis: My friends in the Hecate cabin may know something about Ptolemy's magic.
Maybe I can get my mom to advise me. Today, Serapis had been on the verge of destroying both Annabeth and Sadie. He'd threatened to use them as gateways to draw Athena and Isis to their doom.
Sadie's eyes were stormy, as if she were thinking the same thoughts. He'll rip our worlds apart. We have to find this crown, or —'. Annabeth turned.
For a moment she thought the Argo II was descending from the clouds, but this was a different kind of flying boat — a smaller Egyptian reed barque with painted eyes on the prow and a single white sail emblazoned with the tyet symbol. Annabeth tried to imagine a boat like this sailing into Camp Half-Blood.
I can make it back. All well and good, but I'd rather stay in touch with you directly. Sadie looked surprised. Never noticed. I suppose I shouldn't send you any funny-face selfies on Instagram, then. Annabeth was a little shocked to be getting a hug from a girl she'd just met — a girl who could just as easily have seen Annabeth as an enemy.
But the gesture made her feel good. In life-and-death situations, Annabeth had learned, you could make friends pretty quickly. Fog rose out of nowhere, thickening around the vessel. When the mist cleared, the ship and Sadie Kane were gone.
Annabeth stared at the empty ocean. She thought about the Mist and the Duat and how they were connected. Mostly she thought about the staff of Serapis, and the howl the black dog had made when she'd stabbed it with her dagger. But somewhere out there a magician named Setne had other ideas. If Annabeth was going to stop him, she had planning to do. She turned and set out across the beach, heading east on the long journey back to Camp Half-Blood.
Just In All Stories: New Stories: Updated Crossovers: New Crossovers: Story Story Writer Forum Community. Annabeth Chase meets Sadie Kane in this awesome adventure! I merely copy-pasted it She glared at the sky. Then she spotted the monster. She steadied her breathing. The monster stood about thirty feet away. She stared down the beast, letting it know she meant business. Annabeth couldn't see Crabby until somebody at the front yelled, "Watch it, freak! Annabeth followed.
But now … She pushed through the crowd, following Crabby into the next car. Crabby kept shoving its way towards the front of the train. The monster let the woman go. Both sets of eyes fixed on Annabeth as if thinking, Do you have a death wish?
And the closer you get—" The monster's heads roared again in harmony. Crabby stepped closer. Its shell expanded, the fissure down the center burning like molten iron.
It bared its fangs and prepared to spring. Annabeth feigned a look of shock. How can you say that about Mr. The wolf glanced at the lion and snarled suspiciously. Annabeth had time to think: The third piece. For a moment they all just stood there—two girls and two monsters. Then Karate Girl spoke and shattered the illusion. But she didn't have time to ponder that. She leaped onto Crabby's back, and its front paws collapsed from the extra weight.
The other girl yelled something like: The dog creature staggered backwards, retching as if it had swallowed a billiard ball. The world was spinning. Emergency sirens wailed in the distance. The beast snarled and wriggled. Its red aura glowed more brightly, while the golden rope dimmed. I don't host anybody. My mother is a Greek goddess, Athena. A Greek goddess. Well … she was a magician in the House of Life, like me, but then she died, so—" "Just a sec. Egyptian magic.
You're like the kid my boyfriend met. Another magician? He didn't say anything about —" "Is your brother's name Carter? Annabeth frowned. And a camp for demigods, and—" "It's all true!
Forget I asked. So you said the dog was part of a statue. Any idea what statue? A torch. But a torch wasn't right … "It's a scepter," she realized.
Annabeth stared at her. The three-headed creature was at the top of his scepter …" "Rather large scepter," Sadie noted. We need to make sure—" The dog monster howled. The blast knocked Sadie across the dunes like tumbleweed. If the dog creature had wanted to kill her, it could have, easily.
Instead, it bounded inland, disappearing in the weeds. She stared at the blade. Then she heard groaning from the nearby dunes.
Sadie peered inland. Serapis plots to destroy both the Greek and Egyptian pantheons. The two exchange phone numbers and go their separate ways. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. This article has multiple issues. Please help improve it or discuss these issues on the talk page.
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July Learn how and when to remove this template message. This article relies too much on references to primary sources. Please improve this by adding secondary or tertiary sources. Los Angeles:Annabeth tried to steady her nerves. Her backpack felt heavier by the moment, and the dog creature's magic made her want to hurl. Why not? She hit the floor hard, her skull throbbing, and was immediately buried in more debris. All well and good, but I'd rather stay in touch with you directly.
She'd only have one chance to pull it out. If the dog creature had wanted to kill her, it could have, easily. She managed to keep her balance while slipping off her backpack. Why, I was once the magna mater of Athena's cult!
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