Hey, here's the next chapter! Thank you to the two people who reviewed so far! I can't wait to write the next section.

By the way, in case anyone didn't catch this already, the only characters I do not own in this story are Pit, Palutena, Dark Pit, and Medusa (and maybe some Underworld monsters).

Jenny gripped the steering wheel of her car with limp hands. Every move she made to direct the car was slow and weak. Her fingers slid around the wheel, every nerve in her fingertips dulled by exhaustion. Her eyelids fluttered as they strained to stay awake. Jenny was fully prepared for a calm, quiet evening with nothing eventful happening. She wasn't even sure that, if something different actually did happen, that she would notice.

So many people had come into the hospital that weekend that Jenny had been awake for forty-eight hours…straight. She had known when she had first started studying to be a nurse that she might have a strange schedule, but this seemed almost ridiculous. Twenty-four hours was one thing. Forty-eight was a whole different story.

Jenny sighed in relief as she turned onto her street and her house came into view. But as she approached, her sigh became a groan. The leaves, which she had so neatly raked up two days before, were strewn all over her small yard. Orange maple leaves fluttered lightly through the air, as though taunting her with the sudden task ahead of her.

Jenny pulled up, moaning in complaint. She knew she was acting childish, and at age forty-three, she knew that acting this way was out of the question. But here she was: exhausted, in desperate need of sleep, and now, suddenly needed to clean up…again.

She slid out of her car after she had parked. Grabbing her purse, she gazed at the mess before her. It was crazy. She knew that she lived in one of the windiest cities in the United States, but this was ridiculous. There had barely been any wind in the past few days, so far as she knew. But something had to have done this.

Even though Jenny's eyes were tired and on the verge of closing and not opening again for a while, they still managed to catch sight of another color in the midst of the oranges, yellows, reds, and browns. White. Jenny's tired brain took a while to register the abnormal color, but in a few seconds, her brain snapped into gear. White. Maples weren't white: not in the fall, not ever. And no other plant Jenny could think of had white leaves. So…?

Jenny opened the gate before her, sliding into the yard enclosed by a grey painted fence. She walked over to the largest pile of blown leaves, where the white color came from. It looked like fabric and fluttered in the wind like a small surrender flag. Jenny quickly walked over, so glad at that moment that her job allowed her to wear tennis shoes and she wasn't in high heels, or else she would never have been able to walk through the orange and red mine field.

As soon as her sight passed over the mound of leaves, her eyes narrowed and she groaned slightly. In the pile, asleep, laid a boy. He was dressed all in white, in what looked like a Roman toga. The scarf wrapped around his neck was the fabric that she had seen floating in the wind. Jenny wasn't surprised to see what the boy was wearing. Halloween was only a few days away and the kids up and down the street had been wearing their costumes everywhere from school to just playing in their yards as they showed off their Spiderman and Harry Potter costumes to one another.

But Jenny was annoyed. This kid had obviously messed up her yard and was now sleeping in victory in the piles he had made. That was infuriated her. She glared at the small figure. She gently nudged boy's arm with one foot. "Hey, kid, what do you think you're doing in my yard?"

The boy didn't move. Jenny grumpily nudged the boy harder. "Kid, wake up!"

The boy moved ever so slightly, his face contorting in what Jenny could only identify as pain. He moaned and twisted sharply in his fitful sleep. That was when Jenny noticed the way his other arm laid in the leaves. It bent at the angle that she only knew too well. As a nurse, this was one of the most common issues she saw after an accident. Broken bone.

Jenny gasped and ran to the steps of her house. She grabbed her keys from her purse and jammed the correct key from the assortment on her keychain into the keyhole. She rushed into her house and threw her purse onto one of the cushy chairs in the living room. She turned on the lights in the kitchen and cleared off the large island. She placed the objects she cleared onto different surfaces: tables, chairs, counter tops, anything flat she could find that had room on it. As soon as she was sure everything was gone, she ran back out of the house and to the largest leaf pile. She bent down and gently took the boy in her arms. She huffed under the weight, but still managed to speedily rush the boy back into the house. She hurried back and closed the front door as soon as she had laid the boy on his back on the kitchen island. Then, rushing down the hall, she rushed into the bathroom and, opening the linen closet, she grabbed her first aid kit and bolted back into the kitchen.

Jenny looked over the boy who, despite his strangely positioned arm, looked well enough, with maybe a few scratches on his arms and legs. It was hard to tell though with the boy's costume. On his lower arms were a pair of large, bulky gold and brown armbands. She would have to take those off him before setting his arm, especially since one of them was most likely covering the exact break point.

And she did just that. She gently pulled the bands over the boy's hands and off his arms. She weighed them experimentally, surprised to find how heavy the bands were. She had expected some cheap plastic armbands that could be bought at any costume store, but these felt as though they could be made of pure gold or brass. How much were these worth? Whatever they were, they felt solid in Jenny's hands.

Jenny felt around on the arm, feeling for a large break. The area wouldn't be hard, due to the large assortment of bruises splashing the arm. The exact place of the break would take more feeling around.

The boy moaned in his sleep in pain. Without an x-ray machine, Jenny knew her work would be much harder, but after about ten minutes of feeling, she found the stop where the two parts of the bone had snapped.

This was the tricky part. Jenny was sure she could fix the problem on one snap, but her problem wasn't herself, it was the boy. If she managed to do it wrong, and did not set it right the first time, she would have to do it again. By that time, the boy might be awake. Jenny was actually quite surprised that the boy hadn't already awoken from the pain, but she was sure he would wake up after she set the bone. But Jenny couldn't think of any other way. She could drive to the hospital, but it was almost a half of an hour away. And Jenny knew that she wasn't even close to being awake enough to drive. True, this whole incident had given her a serious adrenaline rush, but she knew it wouldn't last long enough for her to get to the hospital.

So Jenny took the boy's arm gently in her steady hands. She had already gotten out a short plank of wood from the garage, leftover from the redesigning of the master bathroom, for a splint and she had gauze and tape and string to hold the splint on.

Jenny was suddenly nervous. She had only ever set the bones of patients that had been knocked out for their own safety. So she wasn't exactly sure how she was going to do this. Jenny wasn't necessarily afraid of setting the bone; she had been trained to do so. Her problem was what the boy would do when she actually managed to set the bone. Most patients went hysterical when faced with having a bone set back into place, but then again, the procedure was painful.

Jenny took a deep breath and hardened her gaze. She rolled up the sleeves of her scrubs and took the boy's arm into her hands as gently as possible. The boy barely stirred, but his eyes screwed up and his teeth gritted together as though he knew what was happening.

Jenny gently felt the arm to make sure she had the proper place, and, before, she could change her mind, gently slid the bone halves around until they fit together neatly. The boy's mouth opened wide, releasing a loud groaning sound. The skin on his face broke out in sweat. But as soon as the bone set back into place, Jenny thought she heard the slightest sighing sound, as though he too felt the tiniest relief from the now correctly placed bone.

Jenny herself sighed. There, she had done it. Now to find a splint.

She looked back to the boy for a second, and caught sight of his brow. Nestled messily in his hair was what looked like a wreath, but made of a golden metal-like substance. Jenny felt slightly self-conscious as she brushed back his soft brown hair, gently touching his brow, but she grabbed the wreath and slid it gently in her hand.

The wreath was beautifully crafted. Every leaf of gold looked as though it had been bent and carved individually. It was carved into the exact likeness of a laurel wreath, identical to the ones given at the Ancient Greek Olympics. It was a good weight as well. Jenny vaguely wondered if it was made of gold.

But she laid it down on the table next to the armbands and shook her head, thinking with an amused sigh that what a shame it was that kids put so much money into one Halloween costume to only wear it once.

I love Jenny a lot! I can't wait to continue with her and find out her story. Tell me what you all think of her and the story so far! Thanks!