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"You have done well but your work is not yet done." The Voice repeated as they flew through the Waiting Room. Artemis and Tracey held hands tightly as they hurtled through the antiseptic white space and into bright summer sun and heat that left them gasping.

Artemis staggered but caught her balance and supported Tracey rubbing her back while Tracey went through her usual bout of vomiting. She took stock of what they were wearing, Tracey was dressed in a sturdy wool cloak that covered her from neck to ankles but Artemis thought she saw some sort of loose linen wrappings or bandages. She herself was dressed in a pair of sturdy leather pants, a dark green sleeveless shirt and a snug wide leather belt. Her boots were supple but sturdy black leather that laced up her calves. She checked her arm and winced, she still had a broken wrist though her cast had been covered in leather and dull metal disks hiding how out of place the cast would have been in whatever time period they now found themselves. Tracey's arms were wrapped in the same bandages as the rest of her so Artemis figured the cuts Moriarty had given her were still there too.

She checked to be sure they both had their satchels and felt a surge of relief when she found them slung over their shoulders. She scrabbled hers open and found the medicines, bandages and other medical supplies tucked in and padded with Sherlock's scarf that he'd wrapped around her neck just before they were dragged away. "Tracey, you ok?" She asked when the vomiting finally stopped.

Coughing several times, Tracey wiped a hand across her lips to rid herself of the bile and looked at the ground beneath her hands. She unclasped the grass from her fingers and dusted off her hands before pushing herself up onto her knees and brushing her hair out of her face.

"I'll be fine..." She mumbled, looking around at their surrounding. "I wish we had a clue as to where we are now."

She looked at her apparel or in this case the lack there of and peeked beneath her cloak, sighing tiredly and letting the fabric of her cloak fall back to her slender form. Nodding her approval to Artemis's attire, she gingerly touched her arms and flinched a little cause she still felt pain.

"You are looking good, but I wish the being we're serving could have healed us out of sympathy..." She said, looking back at Artemis and then back down at her cloak. "This can only mean that I have some new tricks up my sleeve... though I can't understand why I have to look like a cheap prostitute."

She shouldered her satchel carefully and scratched her head a little.

"Somehow I think the Voice has more pressing matters on their mind." Artemis commented.

She'd finally gotten the chance to tell Tracey about her Dream and the conversation she'd had with the Voice that is all Voices and the enemy while Tracey was in the hospital; though she left out the part where Tracey was dragged along by mistake. Tracey hated to feel like a burden and she really hated being discounted or treated as though she wasn't valued for her own strength and opinion.

Artemis crouched down and started going through her bad when her hand fell on the tiny figurine she'd swiped from Sherlock's flat several days ago. She smiled and handed it to Tracey. "I forgot to give you this… I found Nargis while we were in London."

"Hm?" Tracey made a noise as she got to her bare feet and brushed her cloak free of dirt. "Thank you Artemis."

She took up the figurine and traced it's features, looking at it fondly before opening her bag and carefully wrapping it up and stowing it safely again. Buckling her straps and making sure everything was secure, Tracey pulled the hood up on her cloak and waited for something to come to her.

"I guess we should pick a direction and start moving in it until we come across someone or something." She stated, eyeing their surrounding that held some familiarity in both the land and the air. "What do you think?"

Artemis looked around at their surroundings. They were at the edge of a copse of trees, a rippling expanse of grass waving in the breeze. Artemis could see the faint tracks of a wagon trail nearby and followed the marks with her eyes until she saw a village off in the distance. "Let's start there." She pointed.

Tracey's gaze followed Artemis's hand to the village she was pointing to and nodded. A warm, fresh breeze rushed passed them, whipping her cloak toward the village and there was a lingering scent of summer flowers on the air and it made her smile a little. The weather itself was pleasant and everything was lush and green, perfect weather for picnics and enjoy the sunshine, but that wasn't something they would be able to do. Artemis and Tracey had to find the reason why they were here, where here was, and where they were going to stay the night.

"I don't mind sleeping outside if we have to, but another night under a roof would be ideal."

"Let's start at the village and see what we learn there." Artemis settled her bag comfortably across her shoulder and started walking across the field.

When they got to the village they found that a festival of some kind was going on. By the time they had gotten through the crowd to an inn Tracey was feeling like she wanted to kill the next person to bump into her. She was still hurting from her torture session though the pain was slowly ebbing away. It was more so mental now, but she didn't want anyone to touch her or her arms. There were too many people for this village and she didn't like it. Tracey tried to keep to Artemis's side as much as she could and had to grab her satchel once or twice to keep her in her sight. Streamers decorated poles that lined up and down the village's main street and many decorations were hung in the houses and bright flowers were everywhere. It seemed lively enough, with the music of different instruments playing and various dances being demonstrated up and down the street. The people wore bright, foreign cloths that she and Artemis had never seen before or hadn't seen in awhile and they tried to steer passed it all.

"Looks like it's festival time here... the promise of drunken brawls and more noise than should be heard in a lifetime will be heard for a week or so I'm sure." Tracey started, the smell of various foods being cooked and desserts baking made her shake her head. "I think I'll stay outside thank you."

Artemis shook her head. "No dice. I am not letting you out of my sight for a long while." She took Tracey's hand and glared daggers at anyone who got too close. She finally managed to get them to the Innkeeper and got a room for them.

Tracey felt like everyone was staring at them but it was an older man sitting alone in a corner who was eyeing them curiously that raised her hackles. She was surprised that the hair on the back of her neck and her damaged arms wasn't standing on end.

Her breathing became a little more uneven and she stopped in her tracks, her bare feet holding her in place on the rough wood floor as she was captivated by the man's deep, dark eyes. Tilting her head to the side a little, Tracey studied the man before she felt her lip twitch as if she wanted to snarl at him, but wasn't entirely sure why or what had came over her. He didn't appear to be anything other than an old man, but there was just something about him that she couldn't put her finger on it. A squeeze from Artemis's hand brought her back too where they were and together they made their way to their temporary room.

"There was a man watching us in the common room..." Tracey whispered after she had closed and locked the door behind them. "Needless to say I don't like it. It's not one of the village people here and I don't think he's here for the festival."

"He might be the reason we're here." She set her satchel on the small stool and motioned Tracey over. "I want to check your arms."

She started unwrapping the bandages and dug around in her bag for antiseptic wipes and the scar reducing ointment that she'd had John pick up for her. "They're healing well."

Tracey watched in silence as Artemis spread the ointment on her arms gently and then wrapped them up again with fresh bandages. She only noticed a slight shake in her arms now and was quite pleased with herself at that but Arty was right and the physical scars on her arms were going away. Those she wasn't too concerned about this time, it was more the mental ones that Moriarty left behind on her, but she didn't focus on those at the moment. Right now she and Artemis now needed to figure out why they were here.

"They are, I'm hoping they'll go away in about two weeks or so." She said, pushing back the hood of her cloak and letting her limbs vanish beneath the fabric and out of sight again. "I think the first order of business is to get something to eat, despite the fact that I emptied my stomach, I could still use something to eat right now."

Artemis took her hand and squeezed it gently. "They won't go away entirely, they'd fade and with as fair as you are they won't be as noticeable in about a year but honey…" She touched Tracey's cheek where another small scar sat. "The other scars, they won't heal unless you let me help you. You can't shut me out ok?"

Turning her silent, hazel eyes to study Artemis's face, Tracey blinked at her a few times before sighing quietly and nodded.

"I couldn't shut you out Artemis even if I tried, you'd always find a way in." She laughed, though it was really a forceful exhale of air with the help of her stomach. "Let's get something sent up here, I don't want to go down there until we absolutely have to and before we pass out for the night, I want to take a bath before changing the bandages again."

"I'm going to go down and get food, Why don't you write in your journal while I'm gone. I'll knock three times before I open the door so you know it's me." Artemis rummaged in her bag until she found a canister of the gold coins and pulled one out and left the room.

She managed to work her way through the celebrating throng and asked the bar man for two meals, a jug of watered wine and something sweet for dessert. While she was waiting she sipped on a glass of wine and watched the room. She saw the older man sitting in the corner watching her with a faint smile on his face. He raised his glass to her and she sighed and started making her way through the throng towards him. As she got closer she recognized him and her heart thudded painfully. She slid into the seat across from him and set her wine down carefully. "You have been watching me since I walked in."

He smiled and leaned forward. "Hard not to stare at a Goddess." He remarked and Artemis chuckled.

"I'm no Goddess."

"No… but you're not just human either. The second I saw your friend in the cloak I had a vision. Two women climbing to the top of Mount Olympus to fight a rising sea of Fire." He sipped his own wine and Artemis glanced at the strange spear leaning behind his chair.

"Hmm… And how often do you have visions?" Artemis leaned back and crossed her legs.

"Not as often as I used to, I am, after all, supposed to be dead. But occasionally the Gods still see fit to let me in on their secrets. My name is Amphiaraus, I have a friend who can help you two."

"Artemis." She held out a hand and he took it and kissed her knuckles.

"So you are a Goddess." He smiled at her.

She chuckled. "I was only named after one."

"Names are a funny thing aren't they? You're going to need help you know." Amphiaraus commented crossing his arms over his chest.

Artemis ran a finger along the edge of her wine glass and tilted her head. "I know."

He smiled and finished his wine. Artemis finished hers as well and stood up. "I need to take the food up to my friend. Come on, but be quiet and be polite, she's a little… hurt right now."

He stood up as Artemis made her way back to the bar and took the tray then led Amphiaraus up the stairs to their room. She balanced the tray and knocked three times before opening the door. "Tracey, I've got food and I have some company."