Hey guys I'm back! I've had this idea for ages so I decided to get back to writing. I'm a little rusty so it may take a few chapters for the writing to get good.

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Apollo flew over the camp of his sister, Artemis, making his rounds across the sky. The good flew in circles over the camp, looking for anything wrong to make sure his sister was safe.

The god frowned, sensing two strange auras in one of the tents. The god hovered above the tent, determined to find out what the auras were.

Moments later, a man walked out of the tent. He stood tall, easily six feet. His hair was a dark shade of brown. His eyes were an alarming green, like the ocean. He wore a hunting outfit and a bow hung from his shoulders. He had two hunting knives sheathed at his waist.

Apollo heard a strange ringing around his ears. He brought his hands to his head in an attempt to stop the pain. Apollo fell over as his pain worsened. Apollo's body began to not respond. Slowly, the pain left his skull leaving Apollo with a terrible feeling. A feeling that the man needed to die. Apollo stood on his chariot and raised his bow. He aimed it at the man.

Before Apollo took the shot, Artemis walked out of her tent and began to talk to the man. Apollo immediately put down his bow. He pulled in his chariot behind the hunt's camp. Apollo watched as the man went down to a pond to swim.

"Hey sis," Apollo said, standing behind his twin.

Artemis turned around, "What do you want now, Apollo?"

"I saw a monster swimming in the pond outside," Apollo responded, "I thought it would be good to notify you."

Artemis' eyes widened, immediately thinking about the Orion, who had just decided to go to the pond to bathe.

Apollo pointed at a small dark shape in the pond. Artemis raised her bow and shot immediately. She fired two more shots, each arrow hitting her target. Artemis raced down the hill towards the pond to examine the creature

The water began to turn a dark shade of red. The body of a man floated to the surface, an arrow in his neck.

Artemis turned to her brother, her silver eyes shining with a fierce rage. She shoved the god to the ground and held a knife to his throat. Small golden beads of blood appeared on Apollo's neck.

"What have you done?" She growled.

Suddenly, Artemis heard an explosion from the direction of the hunters' camp. She leapt away from Apollo , racing to the camp as fast as she could.

Apollo fell to the ground. Hearing the pain in his ears again. This time however, it was almost comforting. The pain left and Apollo's mind became clearer. The god realized what he had done.

"Artemis is going to hate me," he sighed.

In the center of the camp a manticore and a squad of dracanae were fighting the huntresses.

Artemis leapt into the fight, her hunting knives slashing through the monsters. The goddess rolled past the monsters and ran to one of the tents, the same tent in which Orion stayed. A baby boy was laying inside of the tent.

A spike flew past the distracted goddess' head leaving a small cut in her cheek. Artemis turned around and blocked a second spike flying towards her chest. Artemis sent a blast of energy towards the monster; turning it to a pile of dust.

The goddess continued racing towards the tent. She rolled past two Dracanae, not even wasting the time to kill them.

Artemis opened the flap of the tent to find a small pool of blood on the ground. The huntresses guarding the tent lay broken on the ground, their bodies ripped to pieces.

Artemis swore vigorously searching for her child. Hoping to whatever higher power there was that her son survived.

There was no trace of him. Not a single trace of Perseus, the first son of Artemis.

The goddess walked out of the tent and stared at the monsters, a tear falling down her cheek. Slowly her sadness turned to anger and hate. The goddess launched into the air and slashed at the monsters.

The goddess was untouchable. No matter how many monsters tried to attack her, Artemis managed to kill them before they could even get close.

Artemis continued to decimate the creatures. Tears continued to fall down her face. As the final monster turned to dust, the goddess fell to her knees, sobbing.

Iapetus stood next to the pit of Tartarus. A sleeping child lay sleeping over his shoulder. The Titan frowned, not sure if kidnapping Artemis' child was the right move. If the gods found out the child was alive, they wouldn't stop until he was found.

"Lord Kronos," The titan of mortality said. He placed the baby on the ground in front of a dark pit.

"Iapetus," A terrifying voice responded. "I see you have retrieved the child."

"Yes, I have. Though I wonder why we need this child." The Iapetus said.

"I have recieved a vision."

Iapetus' eyes widened. As the titan of time Kronos sometimes had visions of the future. The visions had come true every time Iapetus had witnessed Kronos recive one. The visions were extremely rare, however.

"What did you see?" Iapetus asked.

"I saw many things," the Titan vaguely responded, "we must give this child the blessings of every Titan. He will be our secret weapon in our war."