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[color=goldenrod][b]Location[/b][/color] // Infirmary — Camp Half-Blood
[color=goldenrod][b]Interactions[/b][/color] // N/A, self, anyone around
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For a lot of reasons - though not known to many outside of those who [i]really[/i] know her - Vivian opted out of the tower challenge today. It wasn't necessarily her choice nor was it her intention to miss out on something she had been training weeks for. With all of the hours she put not only into conditioning her body, excelling at speed and accuracy training, and overcoming the fear that seldom left her alone, she was feeling empowered for many days leading up until today.

From the very moment she and everyone else was made aware of the tower event that happened today, Vivian Lucasta made sure to wake up every day. At daybreak. When the sun rose, so did she. And she took in the rays by doing yoga. It was the easiest way she could ease her mind whenever she became, for a lack of a better word, distant from her cheery self. The early morning rays, paired with the backdrop of the beach, often brought her an inner-peace that gave Vivian strength. She could even hear the words of her father slowly make their way into her arms as she took in the rays.

But just minutes before she was about to leave the Apollo Cabin and join the other campers, Vivian had one of her many nonconsenting visions. Usually they only lasted for a few seconds and she was able to shake it off after a few moments of rest. Unfortunately, this time around, not only did it linger for over an hour, but every minute of that hour gifted her the displeasure of something sapping her strength -- which sometimes did happen. It was rare, but the vision placed her in a state of dread. She saw images of it, but she couldn't see her anywhere near the tower. In fact, at the moment she fainted, she saw herself from the perspective of a bird, falling to the ground and being carried away to the infirmary.

As a still woozy Vivian opened her blue eyes, trying to focus on whatever was up, which happened to be the roof of the infirmary. She moaned as she felt her muscles ache, her stomach tightening as she tried to sit up. But Vivian Lucasta wasn't a quitter (despite the camp rumors). When she found herself in an upright position, though she still felt drained of most of her raw energy, she wasn't feeling as fatigued as she was.

A sense of disappointment set in when she realized that she shouldn't be the one in the hospital bed. The children of APollo were supposed to be the healers and here she was in a bed, sapped of most of her energy and having no signs of feeling any better. [color=goldenrod]"I'm sorry,"[/color] she whispered quietly. Nobody in reach of hearing her might know it, but she was apologizing to her father.[/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]