Sincerely, Trixie

I wake up to see a tear stained face. The face of Forest. I try to sit up but she pushes me back down.

"Don't. Just lay down. I'll go get Chiron." she said. I could tell she was shaken up, and her normal bright color, was darker and grayer. I lay in the cot, staring at the ceiling, wondering what happened.

I remember the fire, then the beam falling on my legs, it all happened so fast. I want to ask Percy something, but I'm a little scared too. I'm not sure I want to know the answer. Forest walks in with Chiron, both of their faces look nervous, and drawn.

I didn't like what he had to say. As he was talking, I try to stay calm, but I'm wanting to fly at my pillow, or cry, but I can't do either of those. I feel my eyes water and everything starts to look blurry. Just like life now.

So basically what he's telling me is, I'll never walk again. My legs have been paralyzed permanently. Unless mortal doctors come up with a new way to help, I'll be stuck in a wheel chair for the rest of my life. My legs are broken too, and they're, apparently, both in casts. I hadn't noticed.

As soon as they leave, I turn over on my stomach and cry into my pillow. The colors are overwhelming. I'm seeing gray, black, red, orange. It may not seem like a lot, but seeing those colors all at once, is painful. Normally seeing one color is like a soft breeze hitting my face. Two is like a biting wind, three is like a slap. Four colors is like a punch to face.
The more color, the harder it hurts.

All I can do is cry, and cry and cry. What would you do if you found out the rest of your life, people will feel sorry for you, and that you'll never walk or run, or do any kind of sports again? I can tell you right now, you'd be bawling like I am.

I want to punch something, and all that's handy is my cot or pillow. So I start punching my pillow, tears falling off my cheeks and splashing onto my fists. I can hear myself cry, and it sounds pathetic.

I eventually run out of gas, and lay down, crying myself to sleep. For the first time in my life, I have a dream. I'm standing in a field of grass, smoke rising from my home. I hear the screams coming from the fire engine, and the screams of frantic people. I want to run over and help, but my feet are glued to the ground.

I tug and tug but I won't budge. I see the firemen carry out my parents. My mom is hysterical, screaming for me.

"I'm right here mom!" I yell, trying to get her attention. The scene changes to black. I'm sitting in a wheelchair, in a black room. I heard a low girls laugh.

"How does it feel to lose the people you love young demigod? Half-Blood daughter of my father." I feel a sharp wind and suddenly I'm freezing cold. "Are you cold daughter of Boreas? That's seems ironic." The voice says with a laugh.

I wake up in a cold sweat, Forest's face hovering over mine. "Bad dreams?" She asks.

I nodded. "That's the first dream I've ever had, it was like a vision and a nightmare."

"That's normal for Half-Bloods. We have nightmares all the time. Sometimes dream visions. There not always pleasant." She says, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Wait. You've never had a dream?" She asks, in utter shock.

I shook my head. "Nope. It's was weird. I thought I was actually there. I, I saw my parents. My house was on fire, and they we're hurt. I heard sirens and screams but I couldn't move. Then I heard a voice. It was a girls voice, and she said 'How does it feel to loose the people you love young demigod? Half-Blood daughter of my father.' The. She called me a daughter of Boreas."

"Boreas." I repeat, thinking about him. "What god is he? I can't remember." Forest looks pale.

"He, uh, I think he's the god of winds. Or the North winds? I'll, uh, I'll have to check." She says nervously, almost running out the door. My eyes follow her, her color turning dark.

Okay. I'm going to explain something. When I say something like I just said, I literally mean it. I see air around people, and it tells me what their attitude is, and sometimes their past experiences. Like I when I said Percy's air was blue. I'm not seeing his eye color, or hair color, I'm seeing his air color. It's much easier to judge a person the way I see people.

I'm just sitting there when Chiron, Forest, and Percy walk in. By the looks on their faces, something is wrong. Percy's air is quickly turning navy, as he looks at me, and walks a few steps backward. I give him a puzzles look as Chiron starts talking.

"I need to to tell me what exactly the voice you heard said, and what her voice sounded like." He says, sitting in a chair.

"Her voice was like ice. When she laughed, it was hard and cold. She said 'How does it feel to lose the ones you love demigod? Half-Blood daughter of my father.' I them feel a cold wind and she says, 'Are you cold daughter of Boreas? That's seems ironic.' Then she laughs again, and I wake up. Before I heard her, I saw my house on fire, and my parents were injured." I say, holding back tears.

Chiron's face looks grave as he says, "I believe you heard Khione. Daughter of Boreas, god of the North Winds. We believe you are one of Boreas's demigod children. There is another, you'll meet her later. Children of Boreas are very rare, and normally are like his children, or him. But never have had control of the winds." He says, scratching his mud brown beard.

"So this other one, my half sister, she can't control the winds?" I ask, wondering about this other girl.

"No. Sabrina cannot control the winds. Another demigod, Jason son of Zeus, can control the winds. I've never seen anyone else do it."

As I thought about that, a girl with jet black hair, and bright blue eyes and a tiny nose walked in. Her hair is in a bun with ends sticking out, and she has dark silvery blue eyeshadow on. Her lips are dark pink, and she has a flawless figure. She was very pretty, but she was stone cold.

"Who's this invalid?" She asks, pointing a midnight blue finger nailed finger at me.

"Sabrina, meet Trixie. Your sister." Chiron says.

Sabrina takes a step back, a shocked look spreading over her face. Her air is a very light blue, and is getting dark with anger. "This, thing, is my sister?" She asks, bands on her hips.

"I'm not a thing you slithering snake. You will never call me an it or a thing ever again. I was in an accident, and can't walk anymore, okay? My parents are probably dead, and I'm stuck here the rest of my life. Happy now?" I ask, my anger levels rising.

She just smiles, a fake smile, and walks out the door, hips shaking, and her skirt swishing.

"Well she's a lovely person." I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "She's my sister? Let me guess. She's like Khione." I cross my arms, and lean back on the bed.

We have a lovely discussion about getting along with siblings, when I get so mad every time I talk, cold air blasts from my hands. Percy, Chiron and Forest leave quickly, leaving me alone.

A few minutes later, someone brings me a plain black wheelchair, and helps me in. I wheel myself out, surprised at how easy it is to get around. My face turns red every time someone glances at me. I feel my face burning as I reach the lake. I sit there and watch the canoe races from behind a tree.

I sigh as I watch everyone running around and having a good time. I see the kids at the arena, at the lake, at the rock climbing wall, and I'm suddenly realizing I'll never be able to do that again. As the feelings wash over me, I lean down and put my head in my hands and cry.

Notes

A bit of a filler, but it needs to be in there. :)