The raven flew toward the bright lights of New York City. It stopped outside the open window of a particular apartment and listened.


"Percy, turn down the TV. I can't concentrate!" The 18 year old son of Poseidon thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Nope!" He replied cheerfully. His cousin was on the couch next to him, fiddling with a small statue before returning it to his pocket.

"This just in! The dead body of John Peterson was found in his house, horribly mutilated. Tom, do you have more details?"

"Yes, I am currently in John's house, and his body appears to have been stabbed several times. But even more shocking is the fact that this man appears to have been part of an illegal drug ring." "Really?!" "Yes, the police found a book next to him, containing the details of each transaction and the people involved. Police are currently on their way to question each person. I have a feeling that there will be quite a few arrests made this night." Same here Tom." "Yet the most perplexing part is yet to come. There was a note on John's head reading Done by Angelus Mortis. Translated into English, these Latin words mean Angel of Death. Looks like there's a crime fighter on the loose."

"Thank you Tom. More to come on CNN news."

Annabeth snatched the remote from Percy and turned the TV off. "Hey! What was that for?" He protested. "I couldn't concentrate." The daughter of Athena replied. "Kids! Dinner time!" Sally yelled. "Coming mom!" Percy started toward the kitchen, Nico following him.


Unbeknownst to them, the raven took off, flying over the city. He had heard all he needed to know.