A.N.- Before you get your hopes up, this chapter is the same, in terms or the story. All I did was fix a few errors and continuance problems. To be honest, I'm a little disappointed. This was supposed to be set before the Titan War, but I was making references to after the Giant War. Come on, people, you shoulda seen that.

Anyways, the revised chapter one will be up later today, but I'm gonna catch some sleep first.

But Happy New Year, and party on.

(2/8/14) Nothing new, just fixed a little something.

Two cloaked figures stood in an old, decrepit, and burned down house. The house sat in the middle of a clearing in the woods. It was raining, but neither seemed to notice. One seemed to be younger, a child, maybe. The other, possibly around twenty. The smaller person stood a little bit in front of the other with her back turned. They had been arguing in lowered voices, but lapsed into silence. Then,

"You know there will be unforeseen consequences, even if Zeus doesn't find out. It's not just a promise that you broke. You swore on the Styx! That's not something to be taken lightly!"

The smaller figure crossed her arms. After a moment, her voice taut with anger, she spoke: "You make it sound like I wanted this! Like I chose to basically be raped!"

He took a step forward and stretched out his hand to put it on her shoulder. "Listen," he started," that's not-"

She whipped around, her hood flying off to reveal red hair that danced in the light breeze. Her emerald eyes blazed with fury as the moonlight made her face shine. The male stepped back, which was most likely smart, because she looked like an angel full of righteous anger, ready to smite her foes in her wrath.

"No, you listen to me, Phoebus Apollo! It's not my fault that I drank one of Aphrodite's love potions by mistake! And though she would probably deny it, I think she meant for me to have it!"

She didn't notice, but as she raged, the moon and stars slowly dimmed. Wolves howled and hawks cried. The trees, with their leaves rustling to a wind much stronger than the one Apollo felt, inched closer and closer to where they were. All of nature was responding to her anger.

"Who knows! Maybe it was out of a sick sense of fun! But it's not my fault that when I ran into the woods, trying to hide myself till it wore off, I happened to encounter a mortal hunter!" She suddenly dropped to the floor, drained of her anger. "It's not fair..." She looked up but Apollo was gone. Near where he was standing was a tree. "Apollo? Where did you go?"

A voice floated down from somewhere above her, "Up here! A little help, Artemis?"

The girl, now named Artemis, let her gaze drifted up and saw an arm sticking out of the thick foliage. She glanced about and saw that she was surrounded by trees. They had all but destroyed all that was left of the ruined house.

"Artemis! Are you going to let me down?" Apollo called.

She sighed and the tree he was caught in released him from its branches. He fell with a cry onto the ground. He stood up and dusted himself off. His hood had fallen off, giving display to his deep blue eyes. He had leaves and twigs tangled in his short blond hair.

"Did you have to let me fall so hard?" She didn't reply, just sent a glare his way. He ignored it and kneeled down beside her.

"Are you alright?" The god of the sun asked. She looked at him for a second, then burst into tears.

Apollo was shocked. The goddess of the hunt never cried! Unsure of what to do, he pulled her close. "There, there, it'll be okay," he soothed. Though they often fought, they were still brother and sister. Twins, actually.

After a while, she looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "I-I thr-thr-threw myself at him. Like some..." She struggled for a moment, then managed to quietly choke out, "like some lovestruck mortal teenager." She buried herself in his chest again.

He grabbed her head and made her look him in the eyes. "You did not." She tried to protest but he cut her off. "That was not you. That was the potion. You could not control yourself anymore than your instinct to breathe. It was not your fault."

Artemis stared at him. She hadn't thought of it that way. She felt a smile teasing at the corners of her mouth. It didn't change what happened, but it helped to ease the crushing sense of guilt she felt. Apollo may be extremely annoying and stupid at times, but he was actually pretty smart. Well, for a boy, anyways. "Thanks, Apollo."

"No problem." He smiled back at her. "In fact, I'll even claim the kid when he comes to camp?"

She nodded. "He's seven years old right now, so just let a saytr find him, alright?" She smiled fondly. "He should be fine, though, he's a tough little thing."

Apollo stood up. "It's settled, then." He stuck out a hand to help her up. She ignored it and got up herself. Same old Artemis, he thought wryly to himself. The two of them vanished into the night.

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A dark silhouette detached itself from the back of a tree. It smiled into the darkness. So Artemis had a child! Could that explain the power surge it had felt nearly a decade ago? The power surge that had originally caused it to begin stirring after that infernal daughter of Pluto ruined her plans?

Nah, even if he was the first-born child of Artemis, he wouldn't be that strong, would he? Some demigods had more power than they ever realized, but still...

The figure's form flickered; it needed to rest a little longer. Yes, it would release what little awareness it had. It needed an alarm, though. A war would do quite nicely. Yes... time to give her favorite son some help rising again. The figure began to sink into the ground, already formulating plans and strategies that would take a while to unfold, at least in the mind of a human.

The Earth is patient, after all.

A.N.- Yes, I did write a big ol' apology on chapter one. Go there if you want to read it.