Have fun reading. This is just an idea I got. I can't say it's 100% authentic; more like 93%. I got a bit of ideas here and there, but otherwise, it's a new story. I'm not sure whether I'll continue it; it all depends on the reviews. Since I'm the writer, I don't know what the reader feels when reading the story, so I wish you'd review truthfully, and completely. Don't just say it's good: tell me why. Don't tell me it sucks: tell me why. I haven't read the Heroes of Olympus or Artemis Fowl series (except for the Last Guardian) in a while, and the Percy Jackson series I haven't touched for years, so there might be a little behavioural or factual errors, so it's up to you reviewers to correct them.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson and the Olympians franchise or the Artemis Fowl franchise.

Percy Jackson -

Everybody was laughing; having fun. Even Mr. D was smiling at the Stolls' antics to pants everybody in the Demeter Cabin. Annabeth was happily researching on Laistrygorgons or Pastrygonions or whatever their names were. Nico, who usually slept in the day and assisted the harpies at night, was discussing Mythomagic strategies with his entranced Third Cohort friends.

But there was somebody who was not so willing to accept the fact that the war was over: me.

I've seen too much hopefulness in the past, all shattered with another blasted prophecy. Well, now the Oracle, Rachel, was having problems communing with the spirit of Delphi, which was fine with me, but I am as sure as Hades that some other, well, whatever comes after Titans and Giants (fairies?) will pop up and start killing me all over again.

Even so, I couldn't help getting infected by the euphoria of my surroundings. Everybody was so… happy.

Artemis Fowl II -

'It's apparently all the rage with the folk these days', Butler had said, constantly helping me to modernise, 'a good way to spend your time the first day after recovery.'

'Butler, it is a fact that I have been infected with conscience by Holly and… mum ', I flinched; I had lost a bet to Mother, and the cost was to use that most informal, most infantile term of endearment to refer to Mother and 'dad' to Father. 'Nevertheless, I am not so ill as to waste my time with fictitious American novels.'

After a few useless arguments, and several complaints and unfair blackmail, I had consented to Butler's whim.

The suggestion in question was to read some book series in order to be connected to the modern world, which is a useless reason, with my international surveillance systems, some of which that had not even been touched by Foaly's fairy scanners.

Nonetheless, I found the books quite fascinating. I had already finished reading Percy Jackson and the Olympians within the day, and I had taken The Lost Hero for some bedtime reading. The change was almost gratifying; although it felt strange, not to be predicting the actions of an egomaniacal fairy or to be conspiring against a rich businessman.

Of course, my brain did not stop whirring. After reading the Lightning Thief and The Sea of Monsters, I had understood the writing style of the author, and thereby predicted the stories of the books I had not yet read, with approximately 94.713% correct results.

After having read about a hundred pages of The Lost Hero, I had speculated that Percy Jackson would appear in the next book (admittedly, that was an easy prediction), and that Piper's father would be mind-wiped in the end, preferably by a potion recovered from Medea's shop.

The books were comical, but I was not satisfied with the intellect of the characters. If it was me, Kronos would have been defeated two years earlier, before he was even resurrected, Gaea's return would have been predicted, and thereby prevented without any harm caused.

But then, it was a story, and everything should not be perfect; otherwise there won't be a plot. I should know better than anybody, how perfect plans could come apart, I thought, smiling wryly in my bed, it is sad that no one would write a story about my life.

I smiled at that frightening thought, and unforeseeably fell asleep.

Percy Jackson -

Well, there it was.

I mean, Johnny Nicolas, the Athena nerd, only brought some books, but they were a sign for something to come.

Sorry, I didn't mean to be so pessimistic. Fine, I'll keep my conspiracy theories to myself.

Anyway, Johnny was a new guy who apparently liked reading. I think that was pretty obvious, looking at the tonnes of books he always carried.

So he was apparently reading some series called Artemis Fowl. Then the whole Athena cabin started reading it. Even Annabeth was distracted from her studies. Heck, even I was reading them (once they were translated to Ancient Greek, naturally).

This Artemis guy reminded me of the actual goddess Artemis, but the cool, calculating mind reminded me of Athena. There were so many other deities I could compare to him, except maybe not Ares. But hey, no-one cares about him (sorry about that, Frank).

Frank and Johnny had a millionaire job of translating the books to Latin or Ancient Greek (I'm not sure they got permission from the author).

'Percy', Annabeth said, interrupting my thoughts, 'you know, you remind me of Mulch.'

'Yeah?' I challenged. 'You know what you look like? You look like… umm… uh…'

Annabeth laughed.

'Well, that's because you can't even be compared to any of them!'

'Shush, Percy. I'm sure you didn't mean that. Capture-the-flag does start in a few minutes' Annabeth casually walked away to the training arena.

I seriously regretted what I just said. I pulled out all my golden drachmas out of my pocket.

'Shoot' I murmured. That was not even a tiny bit enough to bribe Chiron. I guess I'm still in the Blue team (at least our team has good taste). I bolted towards the weapons shop. The discounts should be still on; I should have enough money to buy myself some high-grade armour.

Connor Stoll -

Some people never learn.

I mean, what sort of person would not have guessed the paper ball magic trick was just a trick (as in one to trick them into stealing their watches)? Especially from someone like me (I mean, I am the best thief there ever is or ever will be apart from Dad — and probably that Artemis Fowl, but he doesn't even exist; still, role models don't always have to be real).

Really, the prices of those watches; I'd be able to buy Apollo's sun chariot off him; even Dad couldn't make that boast (not that I was going to; buy Apollo's chariot, that is).

The Romans had agreed to participate in Capture-the-flag, but they had only agreed because they seemingly couldn't bear to think of the unevenness of the numbers in each team. They divided themselves just to make sure it's fair for both teams. They'd taken one whole day dividing their folks to the Blue team or the Red Team. Otherwise, the games would've been played yesterday. Those Romans and their symmetry.

Anyway, I'd just about finished writing the 'k' in 'I'm a Control Freak' on Katie Gardner's back when the horn signifying the start of the games sounded.

Annabeth was talking about battle strategies, but I wasn't really listening. I and my brother were planning different things; confidential things (sorry about that).

I was on attack duty again. There was this sweet new weapon Dad had given me: a weapon Dad had found in one of those Indian Oceanic countries – an Etunu-Kadua. It was sort of like a cross between a whip and a sword. It had taken me the entire year to get it, once Dad had turned it into Celestial Bronze, but now I felt like I was unstoppable with it.

Travis also got one, but I swear I'm the better one at it. We ventured through the forest. We already knew where they hid their flag; Jason had flown over the camp and checked. Handy trick. They'd kept it in between the Poop Pile and the Pegasus Stables. Of course, nobody keeps it exactly on the great Poop Pile (oh, shoot, Chiron's here; if Chiron asked, I said 'Zeus' Fist') because of Kampê.

We, along with a few other cabin-mates, had captured about half of the Demeter cabin and the whole series of Ceres demigods. We were just about near the flag, guarded by Percy, the Ares cabin, led by Clarisse, and Percy's Fifth Cohort guys (was that blood, or Kool-Aid?).

This was not good; Percy himself could single-handedly beat our whole cabin. I retreated to get some more people to charge in. It shouldn't be that hard. We had created a clear pathway to the enemy flag.

Then a blinding flash of light blasted us into the air. I thankfully landed in some flowery bush, right next to a very hard redwood tree. Diarrageíis, I cursed. I was pretty sure it was one of the new traps the Aether half-bloods had invented. I knew we should have stolen the whole lot of them.

But no; even Percy and the other guards had been affected. The light slowly faded like an afterimage, and a sphere of light remained. This sphere spread out and flattened itself, looking sort of like an Iris message portal, only brighter, bigger, and weirder.

'Well,' I heard Percy say. 'There you go.'

Artemis Fowl II -

It's not often that Trouble Kelp asks me for help. Once that happens, we are in dire conditions indeed. Fortunately, I had finished reading the whole 'Heroes of Olympus' series.

I had arrived immediately at the point of incidence, which happened to be just a mile off the Fowl Estate.

I was about to ask the company present – which included Holly, Commander Kelp, Corporal Grub, Foaly (that was surprising), and a few more LEP soldiers – what the problem was, but I then understood that that question would be redundant.

There was a huge circle of light which showed glimpses of order-less images, reminiscent of a portal. I ventured to a safe distance; or at least as much as Butler allowed me to.

'So?' Trouble asked. 'What is it?'

I was irritated. Surely he can't think that I could arrive at a correct hypothesis so suddenly (a mere glance), even with my level of ingenuity?

'Surely you can't think that I could arrive at a correct hypothesis so suddenly (a mere glance), even with my level of ingenuity?'

'D'Arvit', Trouble swore. "Isn't anyone smart enough to figure this out? Haven got a ten minute power cut because of this thing!' he said, as if a ten minute power cut should be unthinkable.

'I just came here, Commander', I said. Even for Kelp, this was a whole new level of idiocy. 'I need to properly diagnose this object to identify it – for now I suspect it to be a blend of quantum and magic – and find out what sort of effect it would have to the surrounding environment.'

'Yeah, Trubs. Don't be so stupid,' Grub said.

This was quite satisfying.

'That's Commander Kelp, Grub!' Trouble yelled.

'That's Corporal Kelp to you.'

Even more satisfying. Sadly, there were more pressing matters to be considered.

I picked up a rock. A Stone Age procedure, I know, but sometimes that is all that matters. And if I waited for the fairies to figure everything out, I would have to wait a few days. Fairies have no less political problems than humans do, even with their seeming high IQ. I threw it at the object.

The rock passed harmlessly through the sphere.

'What was that?' Holly seemed more surprised at my throwing skills than at the risk I had taken. I glowed with pride.

'An experiment. I apologise for the lack of warning, but if I had mentioned, it would have taken several aeons for us to implement an action. Since I am not governed by your Council, I am perfectly legitimate to perform whichever action I wish to take, and you are faultless, since you would first need to get the Council's permission before implementing any action against such a revolutionary, ingenious person as I.'

'Yes, yes, we know', Foaly said, then was temporarily paralysed by the effect of the words he had uttered.

'-But what was the point?' Grub completed Foaly's sentence, for once asking a pertinent question.

After I finished relishing Foaly's indirect compliment, I began elucidating. 'I discovered many things. The rock that I had thrown was not any normal rock. It was one of the crystallised remains of some LEP helmet that I believe some dwarf had illegally purchased'

'Mulch?' Trouble asked, clenching his fists.

Again, I was surprised by Trouble Kelp's idiocy. 'Don't be a fool, Commander. How could something crystallise into a rock within a year? It was probably one used five hundred years ago by some dwarf who came to a sticky end.'

'Oh.'

'Indeed, after a thorough scan around the Fowl Estate, I have discovered many magical or fairy objects, scattered everywhere; little presents from outlaws, runaways and Section Burdeh, which provided the base for Section Eight, founded by Nan Burdeh.

'Anyway, this rock still contained certain minerals that have a queer effect according to the surrounding temperature. Thereby I can conclude that this portal is only comprised of photons, not even slightly exuding heat. This could be a scientific miracle; a revolutionary solution to the energy crisis.'

'What about the images? Those bird-men, and those mediaeval romantics?' one of the LEP soldiers asked.

I looked closely. This was utterly impossible, but I involuntarily uttered 'Greek gods?'

'What?'

'I mean… those divine beings are almost akin to the gods the Ancient Greeks worshipped: there is Poseidon, and Zeus speaking with Jason, and some Greeks preparing for battle.'

'Hmm… you could be right', Holly said (how redundant; I was always right). And then: 'Who do you mean Jason?'

I did some quick thinking. 'Of course, I mean Jason the son of Zeus, leader of the Argonauts.'

'Hmm…' Foaly stroked his goatee, thinking. 'What makes you think he's Jason?'

'It was the first son of Zeus that came into my mind. It could have also been Perseus, Hercules or Dionysus.'

'Because he's wearing an orange shirt that says 'Camp Half-' something. And jeans. As far as I know, shirts and jeans didn't exist before the mediaeval ages.'

I was shocked. Then the sentient part of my mind took control of me. So, a practical joke that Butler had planned.

There's nothing to it, but to mention it. Hopefully, my fame as an intellectual being would stop me from being stared at like a fool.

'This would seem quite childish, I am sure, but Butler had compelled me to read a book series called 'Percy Jackson' and another called 'Heroes of Olympus'. The story is written on what life would have been if Greco-Roman Mythology existed in the modern world, with the gods interbreeding with modern humans, creating demigods, the protagonists of the story.

'There are two demigod camps: Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter. It seems impossible, but these images seem to be a representation of that book series.'

I tried to get a logical answer for this, but the bemused stares were too painful to ignore. I glared at Butler for forcing me to read those books and making me look like an idiot.

'So, basically a creation of a scientific child prodigy who is an avid reader of Percy Jackson? Or of a childish smart scientist?'

I noted that not even Foaly had been able to create such an invention. So Foaly had admitted that there might be someone scientifically smarter than him other than me. I would've pointed this out, but something struck me.

'Someone, give me a torch.'

Holly quickly gave me her Neutrino, after putting it to the lowest possible setting.

'Not exactly what I had it mind, but it will do.'

I shot at the portal. A blast of light emitted out of the gun, and went in the circle. The images dissipated, and were replaced by a single, larger image. It was one in a forest, which contained a few teenagers holding glowing weapons and armour, who seem to have fallen to the ground. The ray of light emitted from the Neutrino went into the image, and cast light upon one of the trees. I moved the torch around, and it lit up wherever I aimed it at.

Everybody present was flabbergasted. I, having seen things beyond normal perception for a long time, was able to adapt to the situation. The fairies, however, lived in that area humans considered beyond normal perception, and therefore never experienced something beyond their perception. But enough of this talk, which I suspect that you are not intelligent enough to perceive.

'It seems to be a portal which only teleports photons, the purest of particles.'

'Yes, well, I think that's going to change." Holly pointed, even though we were already looking.

The circle seemed to solidify, even though photons are incapable of becoming matter, unless antimatter was created as a by-product. The circle turned three dimensional, and then suddenly turned five-dimensional. I know, there is no such thing. I cannot explain it, genius as I am, but I was suddenly experiencing the world in five dimensions. Unfortunately, before I could observe our new environment more, all of us were sucked into the object.

So. Yeah. That's the beginning. Thanks for reading. Should I give it up, or is it good? Please review!