Hey everyone! Sorry for not updating in a while, but I am here now. He-he, somehow I managed to set off my dad's car alarm. =.='
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The Vow of Eternal Maidenhood: Anything but the Hair
Artemis sat grumpily on her bed. After an entire day of wearing ridiculously unpractical items of extreme vanity, she was extremely frustrated.
And Orion wasn't much help either.
He was teasing her and verbally harassing her throughout the whole journey (jokingly of course). Crude comments about her hair, nails, shooting skill and the short chiton were the most mentioned. If it wasn't for his gorgeous hair, she would tear him apart, limb from limb.
"Maybe I can just leave his face intact…" she said thoughtfully.
And so after that horrifying experience, Artemis was curled in a position where her knees touched her chest and her arms were wrapped around her legs. With an intricately embroidered towel wrapped tightly around her, she stroked Sir Percival the cat.
"You have any boy problems?" she asked the fellow female cat, expecting a response.
Percival gave a disgruntled purr and withdrew her small, furry head back in between her equally small and furry front legs.
Artemis nodded appreciatively and then decided not to trust the consultation of felines when needing solutions to human problems. 'If only Athena was here, and not trying to win over Poseidon's heart by beating him in everything…' she thought.
The goddess got up from her cramped position and stretched. It was hard walking after two hours of sitting down and moping about her bad day. She popped yet another ambrosia square into her mouth before walking towards the door.
Artemis walked past the door, through the hallway, past the bathroom and to the common area. The Olympian dorms were designed in a fashion where the girls dominated the left side, while the guys stayed on the other side of campus to avoid deadly contact of girl germs (its scientific name being Femalus Bacterium Eradica). The general areas such as the common area, kitchen, dining hall and library were in the middle.
She grabbed a random book off one of the bookshelves and plopped down on an armchair opposite another avid reader. Artemis was a whole nine-and-a-half pages into the intriguing novel before she realised that the boy opposite her was staring.
Artemis slowly lowered her book and looked around in case he was looking at someone else. She then sank down into the chair and tried to re-immerse herself into Iliad to avoid any awkwardness.
"Hey," he greeted.
The sad thing was, after living on Olympus for 598 mortal years, she still didn't know who everyone living in the Mount Olympus dorms was. To her, the boy could easily be some random person.
"Do… I know you?" she asked the brown-haired boy.
"Don't you know me? It's me! Hermes!" he chuckled.
Artemis nodded knowingly. The name rang a bell but it didn't seem very well known.
"Ah… I know you… You're that guy… with the… uh… face." She had heard of the name Hermes on Immortals Weekly. He had won a medical prize or something…
"Yeah… descriptive. I'm the science geek around here," he explained to her. "It's one of the only things I'm actually good at. I'm pretty much average at anything else."
"But why bother with academics, we're gods and goddesses, we only need to specialise in our area of expertise. I'm good at hunting, Athena's just naturally smart, Dionysus can get drunk like nobody's business, Nemesis had really warped vales, Demeter makes cereal really well and the rest of them are mostly elemental. What's your skill?"
Hermes looked sadly at the ground.
"I don't think that I have one. I'm just naturally untalented so I have to work harder than others. Usually, after doing all that, I'm still way lower than average. You didn't even know who I was…"
Artemis started feeling really bad about saying what she had. The guilt was making its way to her heart.
"Don't worry," she comforted him. "You'll find something eventually."
The young god gave an unhopeful smile,
"Thanks Artie."
After that very thought provoking conversation with Hermes, Artemis wasn't very sure that Olympian life was very fair anymore. She was guaranteed a spot on the High Council of Major Gods and Goddesses because of the usefulness of her skills and powers.
However, the high council didn't need an expert scientist as one of their members.
'If the time comes when I get accepted into the council and he doesn't, I'll give him my position,' she swore.
Athena sat next to Artemis checking for split ends.
"Did you hear that?" she asked, raising her head suspiciously.
Artemis put her book down and listened hard. There were faint screams to be heard in the distance. They sounded quite feminine but from so far away, who could possibly tell?
The two girls got up and went out to check what was going on. A blurry dot was running towards the Olympian dormitories in the shape of a young girl, perhaps 14 or 15?
When she was closer, Artemis noticed that she was covered in blood and dirt. There were deep cuts all over body, and with the dirt everywhere, it was very likely that she would get infected. And die.
At last, she dropped to the floor right in front of the two shocked goddesses.
"Help… help me please…" she trailed before shutting her eyelids and falling down dramatically.
Artemis and Athena gave each other a look. Neither of them knew what to do with her.
"What now?" Artemis asked while Athena said, "She looks like a goddess," at the same time.
I'm seriously sorry for this horrible chapter but I'll try to update soon. Maybe when my injured tailbone gets better… :'(
BYE~ TheGoddessOfDuckTape
