Artemis had been running away for a few months after her most horrible mistake, becoming pregnant. There had been only one man she had loved and that was Orion. When her brother had tricked her into killing him, to protect her virginity, she had been heartbroken. But when Orion had been brought back to life by that scheming and deceitful Aphrodite, she couldn't resist lying in bed with him. Now that she was nine months pregnant she was not able to hide her pregnancy so she ran away from her Hunters and the Olympians.
Suddenly pain erupted in her body and she knew that her water had broken. She lay down on a patch of moss and began to push. A buck and its family walked into the knoll hearing their goddess's screams of pain erupting from her sore throat. They all lay down beside her, their plush fur cushioning her and helping her with her birth.
Finally after hours of pain her baby was finally out. She looked at it to find out its sex and it was a boy. She was disgusted, she thought of most men as deceitful and evil. That was why she had become an eternal (well, almost eternal) virgin. Being a goddess she quickly recovered from her earlier pain and sprinted off to find an orphanage so that she could live this mistake somewhere away from her.
The first major city she came to was New York City, the home of Mount Olympus. She left him in the care of two very "nice" women at an orphanage. They were all smiles and laughs, but she saw behind their masks. They were cruel and horrible to the children in their care, but they never did anything illegal. Well, it will teach him that he needs to work for everything, Artemis thought to herself, trying to excuse herself for leaving her only child in the arms of two rhymes with witches.