Piper the doctor came out of Jason's room an hour after they'd come back. My finger nails stung from being bit down to low and my eyes were filled with unexpected tears. She nodded at me with a sad smile, and I stood up.

He looked terrible. He was sleeping soundly and I could see the wound in his side.

Uhm, Jason? I thought, Please don't die.

A few tears were sliding down my cheeks when a voice said suddenly, Emi?

I stumbled back and crashed into his table, knocking a few of his belongings onto his clean wood floor.

Holy Hephaestas, Jason? I thought.

Yeah, well, er, hi.

I lay dumbfounded on the cool floor. Jason just talked to me. In my mind. My head hurt, and I thought, Can you get up? Like, seriously, don't die in a coma or something.

He laughed, I'm to tired, and that sword hurt... a lot. And don't worry, I have to girls to keep me alive.

I blushed profusely, Shut it, Gracie. I have to go, anyway. Doctor Piper only gave me a little bit. I think she's mad at me.

He didn't say anything as I left the room. The sun had gone beyond sight, but the faint glow of a beachy sunset still shone off in the distance. I felt light... like I had no problems and not a care in the world. Then a cold voice whispered in my ear.

"One can be saved, as long as you go," It warned, "Hades shall greet you with open arms, as will a boy lost near the beginning."

I sat frozen. A prophecy? No. A riddle? No. An answer? Yes.

Eevee and I sat in my room. Piper rarely got sleep anymore, and she almost always tried to avoid me.

"Girl, theirs two boys fightin' over you, and you give me some crap about how you're a 'lone wolf'" Eevee said, now very annoyed.

"Eevee, that's because we're not suppose to be talking about..."

"Jackson!" She shouted, "A GOD. IS HITTING. ON YOU."

I sighed, "Eevee, I-"

"Emily, this is your-" She started, pleadingly.

"Eevee," I started to raise my voice, "Don't push it."

"But Emily, I-"

"EEVEE! I HAVE TO DIE!"

She stared at me, shock and sadness wiping over her face, "What do you-"

"Remember how I told you about when I was younger, and I saw the fates knitting two socks... one larger than the other?" I asked, and she nodded grimly, "Well, I'm the smaller sock."

Her face fell, and she asked in one quick second, "How do you know?"

I breathed in, and told her the message. She looked confused and frightened at the same time. When I finished, she nodded.

"I think," I explained, "that if I die, storm or fire can be saved, and then Hades may come to the trial that determines where I go. As for the friend from the beginning..."

Then I realized. That lovely friend from the beginning was Luke.