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"Dude, this is a business call."

"You've got a message for me?"

"Ummmmm."

"What Hermes?"

"Well…"

"Spit it out."

"You see that kid over there?"

"Diana, yeah. Artemis is having me fix her up."

"I kinda, might just have to…"

"WHAT! JUST TELL ME ALREADY!"

"I have to lead her soul to the underworld."
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Apollo gaped at Hermes in shock, well mostly fear(Artemis, Selene, and all the hunters would both kick his godly butt if they found out what he let happen to Diana).

"But she's not dead yet Hermes."

Hermes looked sadly at the small girl with jet black hair.

"I know, but her life is just slipping away so quickly. I can see her soul drifting apart from her body."

"How much time."

"Apollo,"

Hermes was unsure what to say, the seconds were dwindling down.

"Fifteen minutes."

"WHAT!"

Apollo sat in the driver's seat and floored the gas pedal. The sun Maserati sped towards New York City.

Later that day, news stations reported a case of skyscraper roofs catching on fire. It was odd enough to have the roofs on fire, in the winter, but even more mysterious was the eyewitness report of Rachel Dare.

"Right before the building set on fire, I saw this flying car! A flying sports car."

Apollo's sun raced towards Olympus. Even the mighty and swift Hermes could not help but scream as they gained speed. The tires squealed and steamed more than usual as Apollo parked on the steps.

"Here, take the keys."

Apollo said as he tossed the jangling pieces of metal to Hermes. He scooped Diana up in his arms and dashed up the white marble steps, passed the thrones.

"Sorry Hestia!"

He yelled.

"No time to chat, if this kid dies, a very immortal, very angry group of girls will be after my hide."

Hestia's eyes glowed like the flames in her comforting fire. She felt pity for Diana, very soon one of the people at the 8 year old's hearth would lose her life. Diana would be so lonely.

One of the embers flew from the fire into Diana's outstreached hands.

"My gift to you, daughter of Selene. May one day you find a home, where you can be accepted, and for now be helped by the flames of the hearth."

Apollo finished his sprint through the throne room. Gasping, he laid Diana over one of the operating tables in his area of Olympus. Apollo rolled her onto her stomach and undid the bandages. Healing magic flowed into the wound as Apollo revealed his godly form.

"One, two, three…"

Apollo snapped back into his usual go about business with the mortals and demigods form.

"Well, that took less juice than I thought."
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Hermes jogged up to Hestia who had a slight smile on her face.

"What did you do?"

"You know she only had seconds left. I didn't like that so I extended it… And fixed her wound. Just half way so that Apollo wouldn't notice. You know he's not the sharpest lance in the legion."

Hermes grinned and held his hand out for a high five.

"You rock."

"I know."

Hestia reached out to answer his high five but just as she got there, Hermes moved his hand.

"Turkey!"

If you understand what Hermes did, kudos. If you don't, he just pulled a joke on Hestia. Back to the story.

Apollo waltzed into the room with a smug grin. Hermes and Hestia gave knowing smiles to each other.

"Looks like you don't need to escort little Miss Moony to the underworld."

"Yeah looks like that Apollo."

Hestia stood up.

"I'm sure you two have other duties to attend to than stick around, Apollo, Hermes."

Hermes took out his caduceus cell out. George and Martha looked annoyed.

"You have 54 plant delivery's from Persephone and Dementer. 100 emails to check, and a consultation with your child at Cern concerning the internet."

Hermes groaned and flew off. Apollo started to walk towards the room with Diana.

"Wait Apollo,"

Hestia said.

"I can bring her back to Camp Half-Blood. You need to hop back into your fancy schmancy sports car and drag it across the sky."

Apollo gave a quick thanks than jogged to his Maserati and drove away.

Hestia walked into the room with Diana. She (Diana) was tossing and turning on the table, her face scrunched in residual pain. With her small frame, Hestia picked up Diana, and propped her in a seat by the hearth. With a snap of her fingers, the pair was at Camp Half-Blood.

Sorry about the short chapter, I wanted to put something up to day but was really pressed for time. I appreaciate your critique and comments so please review.

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