Eight months had passed since that incident, and Percy had killed 15 men over that time period. Now looking back on it, Percy had to admit that it sounded like he was a murderer. But he had seen what the men he had killed had done, needless to say he didn't feel the slightest amount of remorse about it. He had become a killer, he had also learned much. The αψεγάδιας had never taught him to use his powers or even told him to become more powerful. His Captain had only told him to "refine" his powers.

And that he had. He had accelerated his water powers the most over the time that he had spent perfecting his powers. He had gotten powerful in his other elements as well though. With water he could cut through solid rock or metal, he could control the blood in other beings. What this meant was, that he could literally rip a person apart with his mind. He had practised this against the realistic dummies that the Wraiths had, they were basically an artificially built body that had all of the water in the places that they would be in a normal human body.

He practiced for a whole day on that power, a whole day meant waking up at five in the morning and practicing until eleven at night. But that was nothing compared to his fire powers. When he practiced with fire, aside from the usual shoot fire like a flamethrower and throwing fireballs he could to stranger things, like turn off the internal fire of a hellhound (which is what kept it alive) or even replicate the 'waters' of the river Phlegethon, which gave him bad tasting nectar that didn't run the risk of spontaneously combustion. He had a power just as weird as his crazy water power one, and required some serious practice but he pulled through.

He could make explosions out of thin air. Now as for the science behind this Percy never fully understood, apparently the atmosphere was 93% nitrogen, which was highly flammable. He used his air powers to bring the nitrogen to the place he wanted it to be and gave it a spark and BOOM! Instant explosion.

Earth and air had gotten the short end of the stick, he never got the chance to fully develop them

The earth he used as a weapon. He found that he could control all forms of earth and the farthest he had gotten was a glass bottle full of diamonds. At first they were unassuming but there were not diamonds for beauty these were industrial diamonds, used to cut through the hardest substances on the planet. He could manipulate them and shoot them like bullets with bullet splitting accuracy. He knew this because he had tried it.

As for air he had learned to use it as a blade. He could use it in a similar way to his water powers, at this point he found nothing other than what your normal child of Zeus could do.


His captain had called him to a mission for the Roman demigod camp. He had learned of their existence a long time ago, he had been shocked, but he also had learned to expect the unexpected. So the shock wasn't too bad. He was told to arrive in full uniform, quick was basically whatever he wanted as long as it was black (other than the jacket and the half ski mask, even though the mask was already black), he chose a simple black shirt, black jeans, and all black LebBron XI's. When he arrived the αψεγάδιας was waiting for him.

"Good you are here, you are going to enter the roman camp as Wraith. They will not trust you, and consider your line of work "dishonorable" you are to make them trust you. You will be assigned a quest, by the Mars. You are to complete the quest and you will wait for the Greek camp's arrival." His captain ordered. "Also you can't drive there, you will need to carry Juno across the Tiber. Fair warning she is a fat old lady."

When his captain said thinks like this he was reminded that is had at one point been human.

That was how he found himself racing cross the hills to a small river with an old lady in his arms. He came upon a tunnel, which was guarded by two people who were laughing and speaking French, he had learned the language along with many others when he took the Wraith's blessing.

"Viens m'aider!" (Get over here and help me! In French.) Percy shouted, and when they looked at him like he was crazy. "A little help over here!" He said,

Then one of the guards cursed in Latin, and shot an arrow at his pursuers. When Percy crossed the Tiber he dropped Juno on the ground and turned to confront his opponent. Now that Percy could see them he was less afraid, it was just two Gorgons. He had felt with their deadly sister when he was only twelve. Now he was an immortal mercenary who was one of the highest ranked members of an extremely powerful organization. He flicked his wrist down and his katar slid out from the top of Percy's sleeve and dashed forwards.

When he reached them he was very glad to have a Stygian Iron weapon (even of it was only partly it would absorb the essence and keep them from reforming). He plunged his katar into one of the Gorgons and dodged the other's attack to make a quick spin and decapitate it.

At this point kids were streaming out of the tunnel in full battle armor and fully equipped, they all parted for a woman in a purple cloak and had medals on her chest. But before she could ask any questions about Percy, Juno returned to her normal form. With a goatskin coat she pulsed power, though not as much as Percy did.

"This is Lieutenant Crow of the Wraiths. He was contracted by Olympus to aid your camp in it's time of need. He is also to be treated with respect, as he could probably destroy the entire camp if he wanted to." Juno said,

When this was heard there were hushed whispers about the Wraiths and their reputation. This was silenced by Juno flashing out. The woman in purple was the first one to gain the courage to speak.

"Welcome Lieutenant, it is good to have you here." She said extending her hand for a shake.

A\N: I would like you all to tell me if I should refer to Percy as "Crow" now as opposed to Percy? I love you all and you are amazing.