There was a lot of pain and hurt that night. Lots of crying. I was in the most pain. I'd lost everything now. Not that stupid brother of mine. He just snickered at death. Well, little brother, I will snicker at your deathbed. I will laugh, and cheer, and dance over your grave. I don't care how much bad luck I get. I just wanted to punch him in the face.

"We will miss you gravely, my sweet mother." I whispered, putting a yellow rose onto her casket. Tears rolled down my face like raindrops on a window pane.

"Good luck, my sister. Let Hades treat you well..." A younger man said, putting a pink rose on her casket.

"It's supposed to be yellow." I muttered.

"But what's the fun of being the same, Vivian?" He smiled, and laughed a beautiful carefree laugh.

"Respect." I mumble, looking away. I was probably blushing under all the thick makeup I wore.

"This is respect, my dear. Her favorite color was pink. Everyone did that but you. Her lovely daughter!" He snickered, half-heartedly. Surely enough, all the other roses were pink, except for the one I just put down.

"Like you would know her." I retorted.

"Where do you think she was all the time, sweetie? Working? What'd she tell you she did? Lawyer? Actor? Astronomer?" He asked me with heavy sarcasm, his beautiful smiling fading.

"She didn't have a job. She was just gone, okay? Getting drunk all the time. But I loved her still. Unlike someone." I muttered, looking over to Nick.

"He's just confused, and he doesn't understand. He doesn't understand she won't come back. He thinks she will." He looked at him also, and stared at him distastefully.

"Why?"

"Because…. Um, Viv, this isn't the place to talk…. I will see you soon. I promise. Good luck….." He kissed my forehead, and after I blinked, he was gone.

"Um, Vivian? Are you okay?" Connor, my cousin asked.

"No." I cried out in pain, as the world went black.

"I told you I'd see you soon." A familiar voice laughed as I awoke.

We weren't home in the little town I call Miami. We were somewhere really far away, where the buildings were made of pure marble and gold. Somewhere far away from the ground, and I shuddered in fear.

"Where am I?" I whispered, scared. Wanting to leave, go back to the place I was, and just never leave. Freeze in time.

"Where are you? My dear, sweet girl! You should know this place by heart!" The man exclaimed, face lighting and dimming as he said the words.

"I've never been here." I muttered, still awed by the scenery.

"Well, maybe you don't remember… It's been some time…"

"Okay… Um, who are you?" I demanded, even though I probably sounded scared.

"Who am I? Vivian, I think you need to ask yourself that! Who are you?" He smiled, loving the expression on my face.

"I am Vivian Karina Stoll. I'm 13 years old, and confused. I lost everything before I could change it. I have brown hair, gray eyes, I'm 5 foot 3, and I-I'm daughter of Cynthia Stoll."

"Are you now? Hmmm, well, I think we will have to look into that farther." He loved confusing me, I guess.

"I just want to know your name!" I muttered. "Look, if your going to do nothing for me bring me back to my mom…. My mom's funeral!" I yelled now.

"Helios, Apollo." He mumbled. He looked mad now.

"I'm-I'm sorry, okay? I'm just… Not in the mood right now. I'm really sorry, Apollo…. Wait, like the Apollo! Like in the myths?"

"Myths! Ha!" He scoffed. "I'm offended! I'm not a myth, now am I?"

"No, no… I presume no." I mumbled.

"Now, why is Cynthia important in Greece?" He asked, and raised his eyebrows.

"Hmm… Something about Artemis or something? Right?" I laughed.

"Yes, yes." He muttered.

"And you say this because…" I asked, but then it clicked. One time I'd read that Artemis was also called Cynthia sometimes. "My gods. Was she… No, it can't be."

"But it is." He whispered, looking into the sky.

"But like, gods can't die, right? How did she… Er, die." I muttered.

"She didn't die. She uh, faded."

"Faded? Will she come back? Will she? Can she?" I stuttered.

"Maybe. Reincarnation? It's a possibility… She always knew how to make an entrance…" He sighed.

"Look, I know she's your sister and all… But how do you know me…?" I mumbled.

"How do you think you have luck? It's from me! I'm the god of prophecies!"

Then, I tried to think when I had luck.

"If I have so much luck, why do I have no one?"

"Because you're the one who knows how to survive alone, my girl. You were always destined to be like…"

"Be like whom?" I asked. But it was too late the scene was fading.

"See you soon." He finally faded, and I was alone. All alone.