Reeve extended his twilight tinted wings, flexing them and arching his back to better stretch them. Because they’d been trapped under a sweatshirt for a full three days, they were sore. But that bothered him little. Reeve heaved a sigh, and stuffed his hand in his jeans pocket. He hesitated a second before drawing Hawthorne, his split-end dagger with a dark orb filled with a swirling black matter stuck to the end of the hilt. The demigod shut his eyes, extended his arms, and sliced his right hand open. He then tilted his hand to the side, and let his blood drip off his hand.

“What need you, Reeve Barrett, son of Erebus?”

“Bring forward Enya Barrett.”

“As you wish it, Reeve Barrett.”

Reeve opened his husky bright eyes, and with a smile, saw the empty parking lot he’d been in was now a room of complete darkness. And before him, was a woman. Her hair was stark white, her eyes sunken in and dark. Her scarlet robes were torn and tattered. And both beings smiled.

“Hello, mother.”