She used her cold, slender fingers to trace a heart on my arm. "See." I was astonished. "How?" "I'm a piece of you. But that also means if something happens to that arm," she pointed to my left one, "then something will happen to me." My mind bubbled without thoughts. She must be able to read them because the next things out of her mouth scared me. "First of all, I can't technically die. I can vanish. If I vanish I can be recreated. Also, if you break a certain part of your arm my body will mimic the shape." She floated there before speaking again. "Yes, if you get a splinter I'll get a small stab wound on my body." I tried my hardest not to think, it's very difficult to not think. There is always something to think about, like how Percy is missing an arm. Wait, what! It was true, Percy's left arm was missing. "What happened to your left arm?" She seemed a bit offended by my question, for she spat out her answer. "Well is you look down you may notice that your arm is black and glowing, just like my body. If you can piece that together then you know what happened." Now I may be a man of science, but this had me stuck. I heard her let out a deep sigh before looking in my general direction. "You have my arm. Maxwell gave it to you after your 'episode.'" I didn't know if I should be embarrassed or feel shameful. It was my fault I had an episode, I was ignoring the signs. "Don't feel bad Wilson. I'm actually happy this happened. I was a tortured soul that needed help. I should be thanking you." I allowed a small smile to form on my face. Then I remembered something, the egg! Percy must have sensed my panic for she let out a small yelp and popped into a big ball of smoke. I looked up and saw the sky was a shimmering orange blanket above my head. I grabbed the small sticks off of the ground and all the grass I could hold. Making a small bundle, I took two sticks and rubbed them together. Percy moaned and whined while I worked. "Why must you use sticks? Flint works so much better." I haven't really considered using flint, maybe she was joking. "I'm not lying to you. If you strike two pieces of flint together, sparks will fly." Dropping the sticks, I reached for my backpack and pulled out two pieces of flint. "Are you sure this works?" I wasn't really trying to do something if it didn't work. "I'm one hundred percent positive." I sighed and struck the rocks against each other. The soft clicking sound was very relaxing to me. Tiny sparks soon started to shoot in all directions. "Well, you were correct about this."
