Authors Note: Sequel is up! It's called Unfortuante Souls, this is just a short preview since ANs are not allowed to be chapters.

On his way back home very little happened to Percy, well little for Percy that is. He didn't run into any monsters, and neither did the creepy homeless guy follow him home again. He only followed him for a block or so. But he did have a twenty-three year old son of Hades appear out of the shadows and actually fall on top of him.

It went like this.

Percy was minding his own business, looking the very epitome of a man on a mission, as he walked sparsely populated street on his way home to talk to Annabeth. It was important that he not get sidetracked, which as demigod was quite easy to do.

The rain was still coming down, lighter than before but still rather noticeable. Percy was currently thinking about what had gotten Zeus in such a bad mood that not even Apollo's sunny disposition could break through to him (the pun totally intended).

Then it happened.