Chapter One: A Trip to New Orleans
In the hall of judgement sat Anubis. His dark eyes were closed in concentration as he tried for what seemed, to him, the 100th time to see how Sadie Kane and her brother Carter's quest was going.
It had only been a few hours since he had spoken with Sadie in New Orleans and he was slightly guilty about having asked her such horrible questions. He knew though that soon she would have to decide between her father and the world but still, he supposed he had been a bit harsh to her about it.
He sighed in frustration. Thinking about this wasn't going to do anybody any good. He opened his eyes and stared at Ammit the Devourer instead.
Most of Osiris's servants found Ammit a bit silly but Anubis knew better. The little monster might be the size of a poodle and have the head of a crocodile with the front legs of a lion and the back legs of a hippo but he still did his job well. After all, he only had to wake up to eat the hearts of the wicked so he was quite well done by compared to himself.
He shook his head to get rid of his selfish thoughts. He decided to go to his favourite place to think things through. He closed his eyes again and transported himself to the graveyard in New Orleans.
Meanwhile in Hades's palace Nico di Angelo was pacing his room in a towering temper. It was two months after the war with Kronos and still hardly anyone at Camp Half-Blood would accept him. It was just unfair.
He thought back to when the campers had returned from the war and he had thought that after helping them by summoning an army of the dead they might accept him. Well, they had for about two weeks and then they had gone back to giving him nervous looks and moving as far away from him as possible.
In frustration, he smashed a small mirror which was sitting on his bedside table. Almost immediately he regretted it. He could already hear the noise of skelital footsteps coming towards his room.
He looked around for somewhere to hide and then he thought of the one thing which would get him out of here. He melted into the shadows picturing the one place in the mortal world where he hoped to be alone. He thought of the graveyard in New Orleans.
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