I walk in circles in my room this night. My hands were shaking. I'm sure every other goddess was asleep, but I could not sleep. My nerves were shot. Sweat was pouring down my face. My whole body feels exhausted and sweaty. My wound was getting worse. How do I even participate in the Olympics?! It's in two days! It hurts to move it.

Come to me.

The call won't stop. I grip my head. All I want is to fulfill my duties normally. I just want the voices in my head to stop.

Come to me, then it will. 

I let out a breath. I can't believe I'm doing this. This is probably the stupidest decision ever, but... what choice do I have? I take my staff. 

"Okay, I'm coming." I say.

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I hear a knock on my door. I slowly, sluggishly sit up. I rub my eyes and start walking over to the door. It better be Hermes. I've been so worried about my little brother. I open the door. Surprisingly, it's my other little brother, Apollo.

"Hey... you got a minute?" He asks.

I nod. Apollo looks nervous.

"You okay?" I ask.

"Hermes showed me his... injury." He says.

He sits down on my bed. I close the door. I let out a breath.

"Did you feel it?" I ask.

"Yeah. Why hasn't he told Dad about it?" He asks.

"Could you tell him?" I ask.

"No..." He says.

"Then we need to find a cure. C'mon." I put my helmet on.

"Where are we going?" Apollo asks.

"The library, where else?" I ask.