(A/N) Hello people who might or might not frequent this wondrous website! I've decided that I need to get off my lazy butt and start writing again, and not just when I feel like it. SO, this means you guys will probably get a butt load more chapters compared to before. Yay! I just want to send a shout out to BookLover2401, for being awesome by coming up with this idea in the first place and helping me out a bit in brainstorming all of this! This chapter is dedicated to all you lovelies out there who favorited or followed this story! I mean seriously wow, I looked at last chapter's stats and I got twenty-nine followers in a single day! Hope you enjoy, and don't forget to pick up your digital brownies at the end of the chappie!

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Callisto POV

I awoke warm and comfortable, immediately discerning that there was a pillow under my head, and I was covered with a soft blanket. Opening my eyes reluctantly, I examined my surroundings and saw I was in some sort of spacious, cozy cave. I was laying atop a snug little cot, and there was a small table about a foot from my head, upon which sat an oil lamp, faintly glowing. There were several more cots like mine spread throughout the room, set against walls. Extensive floor rugs covered the floors in numerous soft earth tones and a wooden table with six chairs pushed neatly up against the edge of it. Near the table was a fire place, and that's when I realized I was not alone in the room. A woman with chestnut hair gathered in loose side ponytail wearing a lavender smock, was tending to the fire, poking the burning coals around, keeping the room warm.

I could feel now how thick my chest felt, and how sore my throat was. Trying to raise my voice to get the woman's attention (something about her just seemed kindly and approachable) I managed to rasp out, "Where am I?" The woman jerked her head towards me, shock registering in her violet eyes and feminine features.

She rushed over to me, abandoning the red hot fire poker and spoke as she spoke in soft, soothing tones. "Oh my goodness! You're finally awake! We were beginning to lose hope, you know. How do you feel? Here, I'll get you a glass of water." She walked quickly over to a small kitchenette in the far corner of the room, grabbing a mug and filling it with water before bringing it over to me. She brought the cup to my lips, helping me sip at the cool liquid. The water being the first source of hydration I'd had in days, I coughed a little when it first hit my throat.

This didn't seem to faze her, she merely slipped a hand under my upper back and helped sit up a bit. I drank the water for a minute, bringing my thin fingers up to help grasp the ceramic mug. The woman simply waited for me to finish, crouching patiently at my bedside. When I finally lowered the mug from my lips, she gently took it from my hand and placed it on the table beside my cot. She looked to me with kind eyes and asked, "What do you remember?" I sifted through my thoughts for a moment, only finding one solid memory. "I… I remember waking up in a field of grass, and my head hurt a lot. I - I think I saw a mountain off to my right or something like that. Then I saw this man staring down at me, he - he had dark hair. And I said 'Help me', and then I woke up here." I explained in a shaky whisper, not wanting to strain my aching throat.

My confession seemed to perplex the woman, as she furrowed her brow in confusion and her lips pulled down at the corners. "You don't remember anything else?" She asked. "No, that's all, I think." I responded, my voice still hushed and wobbly. The woman frowned, then seemed to remember something, a sheepish expression washing over her face, "Oh my, I forgot to introduce myself, didn't I? SiIly me, my name is Sloth, do you remember what yours is?" Sloth said with a slight chuckle. Something about Sloth reminded me of someone. An image of a plump, red-haired woman flashed across my thoughts, but it was gone before I could contemplate it.

"Um, no." I softly replied, getting a tad worried now. Where was I? How did I end up in that meadow before? Who was the man I saw before I lost consciousness? My hand rose up to finger something around my neck, a foreign habit lost to me now. I looked down as my fingers gently rubbed a metallic silver pendant with a rose engraved on the front. Curious, I clicked the small latch on the side and the oval locket swung open, revealing a picture of a man with messy black hair and hazel eyes behind round spectacles and a beautiful auburn haired woman with stunning green eyes. The woman held a happy baby in her arms that had a dash of curly black hair and eyes that matched who I assumed was her mother. On the other side of locket was a brief phrase engraved in cursive; Callisto, our beloved rose.

This confused me greatly. Who was Callisto? Who was the happy family in the photo? Could I the baby in the woman's arms? If I was, why couldn't I remember them? Sloth seemed to sense my confusion and asked, "May I see it?" I nodded, reaching behind my neck and unclasping the delicate chain before placing it in her waiting hands. She reopened it and gazed at the small picture and short inscription. "Do you think you could be Callisto?" Sloth asked, her words holding an unending amount of patience and warmth, to which I was thankful for; I don't think I could have handled anything else in this situation. "Maybe," I shrugged a bit, looking down at the silver necklace uncertainly, tears welling up in the corners of my eyes as I realized the gravity of the situation; I was in a strange place with no memories and a picture of a family I don't remember.

"Hey now, it'll be okay. I'm sure you'll remember in no time. How about for now, we'll call you Callisto, seeing as that's our best bet." Sloth told me reassuringly, hand reaching up to stroke my cheek. "Callisto, how about I give this back to you, okay?" She said, placing the necklace gently my hands that lay cupped in my lap.

"Thank you," I said weakly, but with all the sincerity in the world. Sloth merely smiled at me and shook her head, a clear "no problem" in her welcoming gaze. "How long have I been asleep?" I asked, attempting to change the subject to try and avoid any more tears from forming in my already slightly damp eyes, "And where am I? Do you know who man was that I saw? Who brought me here?" I tried not to hit her with a rapid fire of questions, but they all sorta just spilled out.

"Woah there sweetie, slow down," Sloth admonished, although still keeping a tender tone, "You've been out for about three days now, and you're in mine and my family's home. It's in the corner of that little valley that you remember waking up in. The man you saw, his name is Envy, he brought you here and I've been taking care of you while he went out to deal with something, okay?" She answered all my questions in a soothing tone, never once getting annoyed or impatient. "Oh," I answered, a bit embarrassed nonetheless, "Thank you, again. And do you know when he'll be back? I want to thank him for saving me." I asked, looking down at my hands.

"He should be back in a day or so. He and Lust, another part of my family, went out to a city in the East." Sloth said. "Now, how do you feel? Do you have any aches or pains?" She asked, worry slightly seeping into her voice. "My throat feels like it's on fire, and there's this - this thickness in my chest and out in the valley before I remember coughing up blood. I don't know what happened to me," I confessed in a frail voice. Sloth's brow creased with concern. "Do you remember if you were sick before Envy found you in the valley?" She asked. "I - I don't. I don't remember anything. I don't remember anything at all." I managed to say while choking down a sob. The kind, motherly woman at my bedside only wrapped me in her arms and held me while I cried, my emotions jumbled up inside me, a ball of fear, confusion, and helplessness, hoping things would get better.

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(A/N) So kinda ended on a depressing note, but I just started typing and couldn't stop so this seemed like a good place to break it off, which is the reason it's kinda short :/. Things get happier and we will officially meet Envy next chapter, so get ready for some more gushing in Envy's POV about Callisto ^-^. Here's your digital brownie *hands out pixelized brownie to everyone*. Love all of y'all (I'm from Texas, don't judge :P) and I hope you have an awesome day!

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