Night had landed in Minnesota. The President and his family went to the unchanged street that has a left in tact playground. There is a large hill in the way blocking view of the playground. Clarise is guiding them to the final resting place of Jenna. The very same Jenna who has never grown up to a ten year old.

Jenna fell landing on her face in the grass.

"Help," Jenna said.

"Do you want to stop?" I ask.

"I WANT MY BLANKIE!" Jenna said.

"That's not a answer," I said.

"No," Jenna said. "I don't wanna stop!"

I didn't want to pick up a dying girl, honestly.

So how I get around it?

Of course I had to do something. With all my ideas to use magic to create something that can continue the little trip up the hill for the little dying double none of them sounded logical and ideal enough to do. I didn't want to pick up a dying double but I had to.

There is no other better choice.

I take Jenny into my arms and follow the first family.

Jenna is forcing her eyes open, that I can tell, fighting back the instinct to sleep. Five from the monkey bars this walk of pain for Jenna comes to a halt. Clarise is standing feet away from the shallow grave that is making a stench of the sorts. The first family looks over to me in dread.

"Fine," I said. "I will use magic for this."

I sent a zap of magic into the shallow grave.

A hole is made dumping dirt to the side and the shape of a little body wrapped in a large blanket became painful to my eyes even though I did not show hurt at what I saw. The first lady turns away crying into The President's chest. Jenna moves over forwards to the hole.

"Hey me!" Jenna said. "I am here for the blanket!" She pauses. "Aww, she is cold. Soo cold." Jenna looks up towards me. "Can you put me down? This little girl is cold!"

Clarise stares at the body, not showing a single emotion, just staring at it.

"If that is what you want," I said, lowering Jenna to the edge of the hole.

Jenna slips out of my arms then crawls right over to her dead self.

"Hey me!" Jenna said, crawling over. "Don't be scared, it's okay, I am here, you're gonna be warm in no time." She eyes at the blanket coming over to the little body. "Daddy, can you give my sister a proper burial?"

How bitter sweet Jenna referred to her other self as a sister.

"Yes," The President said.

"It's gonna be all right, me," Jenna said, wrapping her arms around the little body covered in nothing but blankets. It did not smell anything of foul strangely it smelled nice. "Mommy,Daddy, and Clarry are here. We can share the blanket! No biggy. I am finally here and you don't need to be scared and cold anymore," Jenna snuggles up with her real body. "I am here for you, I am finally here."

Jenna rests her head on the blanket covered chest and passed away.

I turn away flicking off a tear.

The first lady cries.

"Now about the power,Loki," The President said.

I turn back towards Clarise.

"I curse you,Clarise," I said. "You cannot make doubles and you are no longer a Demigod." I shook my right hand. "No, your curse is far worse. Each time you die,Clarise; you'll come back to life, you'll never age, and you never will die. That is curse of living forever."

The President stares at me.

"What?" The President said.

"It seems better than my other ideas," I said. "And to start off your first life. Mr President, you have to do it."

The President stares at me in horror.

"No," The President said.

"The girl has to learn the price of not learning," I said.

"Father, do as he says," Clarise said.

"Not my baby," The first lady said.

"You already lost your baby long ago," I said, making a gun appear in the President's hand. "One of you has to do it, I don't care who, but it has to be done tonight."

The President clears his throat.

"Leave us for ten minutes," The President said.

So I did.

When I came back after the gun shot; Clarise had died and vanished.