"Artemis, what are you doing here," Percy asked. "I wanted to see how big the damage was, and it looks like it's going to take a while to fix everything here", said Artemis after she looked at her surroundings. The woods were in shatters. Trees; bent and twisted, or cut in half, some horizontally and some vertically. There was debris everywhere, even in the lake, which was always clear and lustrous, now covered with dirt and leaves. "I can't believe the Roman's actually did this," said Percy. "They can be a ruthless kind of people, Percy. They hold grudges, and most of them saw you and your friends as a threat as well, so it's not really a surprise that they took this place apart." "I just thought that they were my friends, Arty, I didn't think that they would do this much of destruction to a place I consider home." Normally, Artemis wouldn't let anyone call her Arty, but Percy was an exception to this rule.
After four, five years of knowing him, she became used to his sarcasm and not letting anyone change him. It was one of those things that she liked about him. Though, she has never told him or anyone else that. Being a maiden Goddess, what she felt towards Percy was strictly prohibited. There was no way anyone could find out about it. If they did, it would cause so many problems for both the divines, and the half-bloods. She made it her primary priority to keep her feelings hidden from others around her, and it would stay that way even after her death. At least that was her plan.