3rd person P.O.V.

Percy King of the Sweet Jazz Police Force was going to return a certain amulet-that can steal epithets-to the museum but she was intercepted by a pure black figure. "Who are you?" Percy asked pulling out her sword. "No one important but someone after something you have," The figure said. "You're after the amulet," Percy said. "Yep," The figure said. The figure put out his hand and chains made of pure darkness launched at Percy. Percy used her epithet to make a Wizard Tower. "Fire," Percy said. The tower fired lightning but the chains turned into a shield blocking the lightning. The shield turned back into chains and took the Arsene Amulet from Percy. "I'll see you Percival," The figure said disappearing with the amulet. Percy took out her radio and said "We have a problem. The Arsene Amulet has been stolen...again,". 

Mera's P.O.V.

I was sitting in my cell when I heard a creepy gust of wind. "Hello Mer-Mer," A familiar voice said. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "Just letting you out," The voice said. I felt my cuffs release me. "You actually let me go?" I asked. "Yes Mer-Mer," The voice said as his dark figure appeared. "Okay now what do you want?" I asked. "Oh just a place to hide this," The figure said holding up the Arsene Amulet. "How did you get that?" I asked. "I stole it. Like one does," the figure said. "Okay now we're going right?" I asked. I could tell the figure was smirking. The figure tied around me and we left jail through the window.