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Fury's PoV
Name: Jena Marie Riddle
Gender: Female
Age:17
Parents: Mother: Juna Harvard(nee Riddle), Father: Unknown. Stepfather: Marcus Jones(Missing), Jacob Harvard
Height: 6'0
Hair:Brown
Eyes:Brown
Skin:Tanned
Last seen: Long Island, New York
Accompanied by: Percy Jackson(Dead), Grover Underwood(Dead), Annabeth Chase(Dead), large groups of kids with guns,baseball bats, and hockey sticks, Peter Parker(Alive), Leo Valdez(Unknown)
Relations: Tony Stark(Biological uncle), Callie Harvard(Baby half/sister)
Crimes: *Not even gonna list all of them. All of Percy's*
"How have we not caught her yet?" I mutter in shock.

Jena's PoV
The war is finally finished. But with a horrible price. Almost all of the Demigods died only me, Clarrisse, and Peter are alive. Leo is still debatable. Frank died using his stick which he set on fire to set me free. Hazel died because of an arrow to the heart. Thalia died when she was ripped to shreds by hellhounds. Percy was suffocated in the earth. Nico drowned. Annabeth was killed by Gaea. Jason was killed by a cyclops. Will was slaughtered by the Earthborn.

So many dead. "Mom?" I whisper walking into my parents apartment. Blood stains the walls. I place my hand on Riptide. I was given the Sevens weapons. I walk into the living room to see my parents mangled bodies. "No." I sob. "J-Jen. Take care of your sister." Dad says before he goes still. I see a note.

Enjoy your gift child of Thanatos? You will pay for your crimes.
~Gaea
I let out a loud cry of loss. I break down sobbing. Gaea has taken everyone I loved. I hear the Gods appear in the hallway. Hera takes one look and hugs me. "I have to find my sister." I say walking into her nursery. There she is. With curly brown hair and blue eyes looking at me curiously. "I, Lady Hera now adopt Jena Riddle and Callie Harvard as my heirs. This is my will so mote it be." Hera says suddenly.
They flash away but only after blessing me. Hera stays. "I'll pretend to be your lost aunt Lily." She whispers in my ear. I place the note in my pocket. I still have Callie in my arms. I call 911"Ma'am I need to report a murder."

Steve'sPoV
I hear a loud cry. It sounds like one of loss. I rush to the source of the sound. The person who made it looks familiar. Then it hits me. It's Jena Riddle.