Scribbles: Okay, so here's the pathetically short first chapter of the story. I went through and fixed anything that was icky. Enjoy.

The Western civilization of the Greeks had stopped in New York. Along with its camp for half-bloods, there was an Underworld and Labyrinth thrown in the bunch. But on the other side of the planet, the Eastern civilization had a Celestial Plain hovering over Honolulu. And Amaterasu was quite confused. For one thing, no one spoke Japanese.

The Japanese god of the sun trotted along the streets of Honolulu, wondering what the heck was going on. A few people were giving her rather odd looks. Amaterasu didn't understand why. A white wolf was perfectly normal back in Japan. Also, no one seemed to be wearing appropriate Japanese clothing. The girls were wearing strange shirts and things that were unfamiliar to Amaterasu. The wolf trotted forward. She had an appointment with Kabegami in a few minutes. She didn't want to keep the god of walls waiting.

Back at Camp Half-Blood, Chiron was also confused. The centaur was playing a game of pinochle with the camp's director, Dionysus. A few random cards had strayed too near Grover, a young satyr just starting out on his job as a protector. As of yet, he hadn't been sent out to protect anyone.

"What did you, say, Mr. D.?" Chiron asked, organizing his cards. Mr. D. looked mildly annoyed.

"You heard me. A satyr in Hawaii said that there's this white wolf walking around Honolulu. He said it's got crimson markings and a strange weapon hovering over its back," Dionysus drew a card. "Your move, Grover."

"What kind of wolf has crimson markings?" Chiron asked. Mr. D. shrugged.

"Couldn't care less, really. A wolf's a wolf, as far as I'm concerned, and if it decides to cause trouble I'll turn it into a dolphin," Dionysus smiled slightly and set down a winning trick. "No cause for concern."

"But what if it's a special wolf?" Grover asked quietly. Mr. D. and Chiron turned to stare at him.

"Excuse me?" Chiron asked. "A special wolf? And what kind of wolf would that be?"

"Something along the lines of this mouse," Grover said sheepishly, holding up a tiny creature.