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Apollo watched from behind a tree as his sister Artemis cried. It was strange, Apollo thought. He had only seen Artemis cry once,when Orion died.
He walked over, and sat down next to her. "Artemis, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing." she replied. "Apollo, I'm fine."
How he wished that were true.
"You never cry." he said. "Except when.."
Her eyes narrowed, and he realized they were both thinking about Orion.
"Apollo," she said, looking as if she were trying to appear calm, but sounding as if she was handing out a death sentence to him. "I'm pregnant."
"You're kidding, right?" he asked, afraid of the answer.
"Would I lie to you about something this important?"
He shook his head vigorously. "Tell me." he said, putting his arm around his little sister.
She blinked. "One day, I just woke up, and I was pregnant. That's it."
"Aphrodite." he muttered under his breath.
"What?"
Apollo glanced at Artemis, unaware of his sister's confusion. "Remember that time Aphrodite put that spell on Demeter that made her pregnant? Well, I think that's what happened to you. The last time I saw her, she was muttering something about you and some spell."
"Why didn't you tell me?" she yelled.
He shrugged. "It didn't seem important at the time."
"Who is the father? Artemis asked.
"The last man you talked to."
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9 months later
"Here" she said, handing him the baby girl he had vowed to raise as his own child. "Just don't name her anything too stupid." And she was gone.
Apollo grinned. Now this would be fun.
"Elisabeth Polly Morgan." he said. If he was pretending Elise was his child, the least he could do was name her middle name after him.