Percy comes home one day to find Annabeth lying on the floor a shattered wine glass in her hand and red wine surrounding her head staining the carpet, dead. Percy is now trying to cope with the death of his wife and finding the killer.
"Please don't. You can't." Screamed Annabeth. "He'll be here soon and you'll be caught. They'll know it was you."
"he won't suspect me Annabeth why would he suspect the person comforting him during the loss of his beloved wife. There would be nothing to pin me either, DNA please I come here almost every day of course my DNA is here." He pulled the gun out and shot one, two, three. Annabeths last thoughts were 'Why am I still holding my wine glass' and 'At least Percy doesn't know about...' The killer was gone, and she was dead.
Ok I know this was short but it was justa prologue after this the chapters will be no shorter then 1500. Thank you for reading. I don't know when the next chapter will be up but it will be soon.