Chapter 1. Please review! This is my first story so I know it needs work. Please review!

Annabeth leaned back in the booth, the worn leather seat smelling faintly of smoke and spilled beer. Her open note pad sat on top of a stack of textbooks, turned the second to last page. She mentally added buying new supplies to her miles long mental to do list. College and the architecture of Olympus ate through a lot of paper and pens.

"When are you heading back up to Olympus?" Rachel's voice broke her concentration. Glancing up from the blank page she looked at the twenty one year old prophetess. "Hmm?"

"What's wrong?" Percy glanced at his girlfriend, before grabbing another cheese covered nacho. "Just thinking. I need to order more limestone for Aphrodite's temple." Percy nodded, a slightly glazed look moving over his eyes. He never lasted long once Annabeth started talking architecture. "Ignore him." Rachel caught her attention again. Annabeth opened her mouth to reply but stopped as Rachel's eyes glazed over. Annabeth had known the girl long enough to recognize an oncoming prophecy when she saw one. "The forgotten child." Rachel's voice came out as a hiss before she collapsed like a puppet with cut strings, falling out of the booth.

Percy reached her, his fighter's instinct taking over and catching her before her head hit the floor. He looked up at Annabeth, Rachel unconscious and barely breathing in his arms, "That wasn't a prophecy."

Annabeth shook her head in shock, "We need to get her to Olympus." Percy nodded and picked up Rachel like a small child. She looked like a broken doll in his arms. They hurried from the restaurant, Annabeth making excuses to the few good Samaritans who tried to help. The grabbed one of New York's ever present yellow cabs and shot towards the Empire State Building.

Nico slid to a stop and shut of his bike, ignoring the stares of the people around him. He knew he looked out of place in the respectable Chicago neighborhood on a black motorcycle wearing dark leather a combat boots but he frankly didn't give a damn about what any of these people thought. He was baking in the August sun but he hadn't exactly planned to be here.

Five hours ago he had been in Elysium sparring with Achilles. One of the few benefits of being the son of Hades. He slid his helmet off and rested it on the handle bars, looking up at the sleek brick facades of the apartment buildings that made up the neighborhood.

It didn't make any sense. Five of his father's creatures had been destroyed in a five block radius around here. But no known demigods lived in the area. The mystery was intriguing but Nico simply didn't want to have to deal with the mess.

He hesitated, feeling the currents in the air around him. A new trick he had developed. If he concentrated long enough he could sense the life energy of the people around him. There. Something not quite human was in the building half a block up. He slid off his bike and activated the spells that secured it. It was his baby and anyone who fucked with it would die horrifically.