Will watched Almaji grow up. He watched the different homeless people that raised him, watched the miraculous ways that he survived. If he had been a mortal, he would have been dead years ago. But he must have been healing himself along with others through starvation and the bitter cold that winter brought. Will watched him go a month without food before finding a half eaten apple on the street, and throughout an entire winter without a coat.

He healed all those he could without even realizing it. He walked past a woman, brushed against her arm, and cured her influenza. He pick-pocketed a man and fixed his bad knee. The cop that tried to arrest him? He was even cured of Stage 1 cancer. Almaji never knew any of this, but whoever showed these memories to Will made sure he knew.

They became more recent until Will watched Camp Half-Blood take Almaji in. The Stolls were busy heading towards one of their favorite prank shops when they saw Almaji in an alley, his form small and curled up against the raging winds. He looked up at them, saw their arms full of goods that still had price tags on them, and ran over to them. "You stole all of that? How good are you?"

Travis and Connor looked at each other before looking at the boy, smiling. "How good are you?"

They spent the day with him, stealing food and drinks, thinking he was a son of Hermes also. They eventually invited him to come live with them at a camp and Almaji agreed. Who would ever pass up the chance for free food and a place to stay? They gave him his new name and he officially wasn't Malik anymore. As they led him away, the area around him fractured and broke. The perfect little web the Fates had set up collapsed until everything was darkness again.

And then he saw something he wasn't planning on seeing.

The light came back but to the day they found Almaji. Instead of finding him, they walked right past that alley. Almaji had been turned around, never seeing them and their arms full of things. They went back to Camp Half-Blood, and Almaji was left alone.

Only minutes after, an older woman found him and took him in. He saved her life, cured her disease, and she ended up curing cancer. She was like a mother to him, gave him a good home and family, and she ended up saving thousands of lives.

But they had taken that all away the moment the Fates were messed with.

Will snapped out of the visions with his eyes glazed over and his mouth open wide. He looked around feverishly, noticing the crowd that had gathered around him and Rachel. They whispered to each other, blaming it on the fact that he was the son of Apollo. But nobody had hijacked the oracle before.

"What did you see?" one of them finally piped up. "Was it a prophecy? Is the next Great Prophesy happening?"

Will merely shook his head.

Rachel put a hand to her head and stood up. "It was just memories. Nothing about the future. You all can leave now."

"But-"

"I said you all can leave now."

The crowd hesitantly dispersed, shooting Will curious and suspicious gazes. When they were all finally out of earshot, Rachel turned to Will. "So you saw everything?"

Will nodded again.

"The Fates must have been pretty pissed at you to show you all of that," Rachel admitted. She then looked at him and put her hands on his shoulders. "Relax. What's done is done. For now, all you can do is focus on making everything right."

"And how would I do that?" Will asked quietly. "When Nico hears about this, he'll flip. He'll blame himself."

"He shouldn't." Rachel agreed. "He should blame Anubis."

"Okay, my question is why Anubis did all of this in the first place," Will ranted. "Why'd he lie about Nico's dad being cool with it? Why'd he mix their powers knowing very well that Nico's soul would literally melt under it-"

"Hold up," Rachel cut him off. "You know more than you let on."

"I-"

"Looked into it? You've been keeping track of Nico's health, Will. You've kept track of his soul's health, also." Rachel smiled at him. "Cunning, aren't you?"

"I was only trying to help-"

"I know, I know," Rachel assured. "But shouldn't you tell him all that you know, to catch him up? So you two can figure this mess out. Because it's really messing shit up, you know."

"Trust me, I know." Will grumbled. "Fine, I'll talk to Nico."

"Good," Rachel stretched. "Now, I'm going home. IM me if you need anything."

Will nodded and took off to the Infirmary, anger still filling his chest. Why did Anubis get Nico into this? He messed him up in so much shit that there might not be a way to untangle it all. Still, Will had to try. He'd try for Nico.

And he had to figure out who exactly Almaji's parent was and see if there were any others like him. His powers...they were amazing. But he didn't even realize he had most of them, just like Nico.

"Nico, Al," Will greeted as he walked into the Infirmary, finding the two laying next to each other on the bed, playing Mythomagic. Nico didn't look as into it as he used to, but Almaji had the widest grin Will had ever seen on him. "How are you both doing?"

Nico glanced over at Will in confusion. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong." Will lied, pulling up a chair beside their bed and sitting down. "What are you two doing?"

"William Solace. What aren't you telling me?" Nico demanded. "Is something wrong?"

"Not...fully..." Will admitted. "I have to talk to you...about your...godly...friend..."

"You have a friend that's a god?" Almaji pipped up. "That's so cool!"

Nico nodded a little at him. "Al, why don't you go get the rest of my cards out of my cabin for me? That way we can make you a better deck."

"Here, I'll help you up," Will grabbed Almaji under the arms and hauled him to his feet, stumbling slightly when he felt the change in the boy. "Wow...you're getting big, Almaji."

"I know!" he looked between them before running out. Will looked over to Nico, his hands still held out in front of him. "His soul changed."

"Excuse me?"

"Did he heal you?" Will sat next to Nico and looked him over. "Did you feel better after he touched you?"

"Will, I don't understand-"

"Just answer it and I'll explain everything," Will promised. "But it's important."

Nico kicked the cards aside and laid back. "So what if I do feel better? Does he have magic healing powers now?"

Will hesitantly told Nico all that he had seen before explaining what he had felt. "When I picked Almaji up...his soul was weaker than the last time I touched him. There was a reason this godly power━his life source━was so weak when you looked at his soul."

"Those healing powers drain it," Nico concluded. "And he doesn't even know he's doing it."

Will nodded glumly. "Yeah,..."

Nico looked down sadly, mumbling to himself on different ways he could stop Almaji's powers before it was too late. He couldn't think of any.

"That's probably why there are no others like him around." Will realized. "If they were in close contact with people, if they had a family, their powers probably would have been completely drained before they were a year old. If people knew they were going to have these powers and took them as a newborn..."

"I get it." Nico snapped, frowning at the picture Will painted. "So we can't let him touch anyone."

"That's going to be harder than you think." Will replied. "He's a little kid, Nico. And he finally has a family."

"I know. I want him to have a family, Will. But I also want him alive." Nico retorted. He began to speak again but stopped short when Almaji ran into the room, carrying a deck of cards. "Found them!"

Nico gave Will a look before looking to Almaji. "Hey, Will said you can use some of his doctor gloves. Do you want to? I know you wanted to when you first got here..."

"Of course!" Almaji yelled. "Where are they?"

"Here," Will tossed him the box. "Put them on."

He looked to Nico, having a silent exchange with him. If material between skin to skin contact kept him from healing someone, they could work with that.