My Life Is Like A Living Hell

I am in a field. All there is, is grass. Where am I? I hear a loud popping noise. I turn around and see my dad, Hermes. I bow very slightly. I notice Hermes roll his eyes.
"Oh, for crying out loud, boy! I am your father, not Lord Zeus!" He says. He shakes his head.
"Sorry, Dad." I murmur.
"I can't stay for long, but your friend, the one whose dead, she's not dead. She is about to wake up from a coma. But some certain goddess, can't exactly say who, but you can figure it out, needs something from her." Hermes said, putting emphasis on "needs".
"And, she did something to the girl, a curse of some sort, but she will most likely get what she needs. I, later on tonight, will show up at the campfire, and will ensure that you, that girl, and another certain girl," he said wiggling his eyebrows, "and, you will figure out what Hera needs. But you must not forget, Hera has put a terrible curse on the girl. Only Hera can take away the curse! She will only do so, if she gets what she wants, or something equally valuable."

He then vanished.

Notes

I don't exactly know if this is how Hermes would actually act, but yea... AND I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT!!! I am an awful person. D':

But on a slightly happier note, I have a question... Has anyone wrote a fan fiction, about the 7 reading some fan fictions?? How would some fellow authors feel if I used bits and pieces from their stories??? And until I get some answers, I shall not do anything! I respect everyone's policies.

LOVE Y'ALL!!! PEACE OUT!!! <3<3