The world was glowing beautifully. Everything was so undescribably wonderful. It was like a faerie realm. The water glowed blue and green, a slight purple edge. Above the girl was glowing bugs, hiding in some orange flowers. Green leafs and stalks waved slightly in a light breeze. The water moved slightly also. Large trees surrounded the celestial pool. Angelic-looking women emerged from the trees, looking worried or frightened or both.

Wait- what?

Heidi practically jumped out of the water, realizing that she was the one that was in it. The women -or girls, rather- backed away, slightly alarmed, looking at the girl's heavy apparal. Even though the water was seemingly cooling, Heidi felt as if her body was on fire. She started to take the thicker layers of clothing off, leaving it in the water.

She looked up, taking off her overshirt. She seemed to think it had a name. The name did not claim itself. Somehow, she felt like that should annoy her. Heidi shook her head, dumping the shirt into the water.

The girls' ran off alerting other trees that starting yelling and knocking on other trees. It was a long chain of yelling women. Heidi was very confused, stepping forward, a wave of dizziness took over her body. She shook her head as stars threatened to take over her line of vision. Had some of the water gotten into her lungs?

Her vision cleared. One of the girls tried to help her up out of the water, but Heidi shoved her off, glaring. Slowly she trudged up onto the bank.

She slipped, not being able to get back up. She was so tired.

"Never fall asleep when you've knocked your head, Heidi." The voice sounded like it right next her ear, whispering urgently. A memory. She knew that voice. It belonged the a boy with dark hair and pale skin. Someone important to her.

All sounds were drowned out. The only thing she could hear was her heartbeat and that sentence over and over and over and over. The voice seemed to lull her to sleep, even though she knew she couldn't. Her head throbbed. She guessed that she had hit it by falling into the small pool that she had emerged from.

Swirls of colors came crashing towards her, confusing her brain. A thousand pictures were forced into the eye of her mind. She almost found the strength to run in the fear of those images. Memories...where was all of this coming from.

Who was she? Where was this? How did she get here? How could...

Her eyelids were closing. She let them, unable to keep them open. Something came trotting towards her, but really she only felt vibrations. Whispers in a whole other language were flowing through her mind. Simple sounds...nervous words. It didn't matter. She didn't care.

A hand was placed on her forhead.

Everything went black.

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"Is he going to wake up soon?" An impatient voice sounded by the healer. The healer stared directly in front of the patient. He sighed, turning towards the small girl.

"Alicia. Do you not understand the fact that he has lost a lot of blood and might not even wake up at all and enter a coma that really only demi-gods can wake up from because of their godly blood?" The girl pursed her lips, putting her hand to her chin, mock thought on her face.

"Gee, I never really thought about that. But, because of his godly blood," she paused, "shouldn't he wake up already? It's been two days already! His stupid blood should make him heal already. How much amobrosia has he had? Well, let's just say that he might be kind of high when he wakes up-"

The healer glared at his assitant, wondering why on Mt. Olympus they had to choose the one little girl that had the patience of an English teacher when you don't understand simply things like question marks? "Now that's enough. Seriously. He'll wake up when it is time. He hasn't even had that much ambrosia. I gave him exactly how much he needed, and that's how much-"

"He got. I know. You have no idea how much you repeat yourself, Caleb." She leaned back, falling on the floor. It always was confusing when there wasn't a back to a chair. But Caleb got the chair because he was the stupid doctor. Doctor my ass...she thought, glaring at the chuckling healer. "Hey, you laugh now, but if I ever get mystical powers, I swear to the gods I'll use them on you first!"

His eyes half closed, "I'm terrified. Please, don't do anything too creative."

She glared at him again, "You just wait Mr. Healer. I will get you for all the unjust things you've done to me."

Caleb rolled his eyes, "Right. I'm so cruel to you. Poor little baby ginger."

"Hmph!" Alicia said, crossing her arms. She always acted mean around Caleb. Felt like she had to, and Caleb pretty much had some sort of personality disorder. (He acted like this towards everyone.) Alicia stared at the patient, and Caleb followed her gaze. She thought that he had dark skin, but right now it was unnarturally pale. His chest moved up and down though, and that's all that mattered.

She would never admit it -especially to Caleb- but she really cared about people. Death saddened her deeply. She had watched people die before. It was so depressing. It could be you, it could be your father, your mother, your sister...she cringed. No...not now. All she should care about was the patient in front of her.

The other thing she would never admit to anyone and especailly not Caleb was that she loved him. Not like boyfriend and girlfriend love, but like a brother. She had no one left. Only Caleb. She didn't really like anyone in the Hermes house, and hadn't been claimed yet. That was the other thing that made her so cranky. She was overcome with sadness.

But, again, the only thing that mattered -that should have mattered- was the life of the patient her and Caleb were working on.