"Athena," Hestia stopped her. "A moment if you do not mind."

The goddess of wisdom sighed, hesitating before letting her half-sister stand on her own, glad when she didn't wobble. "I will be there soon, prepare your stags." Artemis grinned and nodded quickly before lightly jogging out of the temple, seemingly recovered from her moment of weakness.

"Do not be too shaken up by the confusion, you look so much like your mother. We all miss her."

Athena kept her gaze firmly on the straps of her sandals, hoping the downward gravity would make any tears fall right from her eyes rather than roll down her face. "Father obviously did not." She muttered bitterly.

Warmth engulfed her body when Hestia placed a hand on her shoulder. "Zeus could not get out of bed for years after he swallowed Metis, it affected all of us; the mortals were showered by never ending rain. Only when he got up did you start to make your presence known." Athena looked up in curious confusion as her aunt continued talking. "Hera was delighted, surprising I know, but she wanted a daughter; she did not care it was from another woman because she was not there to interfere.

"You were born full grown, already set in your ways, it was hard for any of us to get close to you at first. There are times even now that I see Hera show you favoritism, maybe it would do you good to finally have that mother you always longed for."

Athena rolled her eyes, her stepmother was a vile goddess who cared only for herself. There was no way she ever wanted to pretend she was her mother. "Hestia, Artemis caught me by surprise but that does not mean-"

"You do not always have to be strong Athena." The old goddess interrupted with a sad smile. "To the mortals you are a figure of strength of mind, a consistent figure never wavering, but here on Olympus we can have weaknesses; you can show your emotions Athena. We are your family, we have flaws just like you.

"Ares is not afraid to show his affection to Aphrodite here while the mortals think of him as a war soaked deity, Apollo tries his newest songs on us before sending them to the mortals, Demeter and her remedies-"

"I never understood that," Athena crossed her arms, glaring off at the pillar so she didn't have to make eye contact with her aunt. She had used that word again, family, that her father had gotten her with earlier. "How would she know they aid mortals if they don't kill immortals."

"Athena," Hestia sighed at how stubborn her niece was acting, then again, she was her father's child. "It is ok to be sad sometimes, it is ok to show how you feel to more than just your books. I miss my mother, sometimes I stare into the fire and wonder what she was like, did she give me my name or did my siblings? Would she have loved me if she knew I had powers of destructive flames? I know you think of Metis."

Athena relaxed her arms, looking sadly down at the petite floor tiles that blended together to form a beautiful mosaic. She sighed, knowing what Hestia wanted her to say. "What would I be if she were still here? What would have been like if I were born a child, how would my personality be different?"

The goddess of the hearth placed a loving hand on her shoulder, the small smile lifting her spirits just a little. "Every titan needs a god to take over, just look at Apollo and Artemis, they took over from Helios and Selene. Your mother would have easily seen who you must be and given you the title you have now."

Athena nodded. "But what about being a child?'

"You have eternity to be a child Athena, Artemis was quite good at bringing out that side of you." The last part jumped the goddess of wisdom who looked behind her where the younger immortal had skipped off. "There is something you must know before your journey," Hestia recalled her attention. "Orion must be the last memory Artemis remembers, she must be as close to her previous thinking as possible. If she learns of his death before all of her memory returns, she will close off, and those remaining will not be absorbed."

"She will fade…" Athena sighed, closing her eyes in overwhelming sadness. "There is no way to change her feelings? I do not want her to push us away after so much progress."

Hestia shook her head, equally as saddened by a replay of how her niece reacted to the death of her lover. "No, she must recall everything."

Athena shook her head one last time. "I will make sure it is last, thank you Hestia." She gave the older immortal a quick hug before trudging out of the brightly colored temple. Athena saw Artemis lacing up her stag from the far side of the courtyard when an idea flashed through her mind. Immediately, she changed her direction until she arrived at an equally as bright temple.

"Apollo!"

The blond teenager emerged with a lyre. "Hey sis, what's up, are you letting me take Arty for some quality bro-sis time?"

"No Apollo," Athena almost laughed at his pout but steedied herself for the serious conversation. "Listen closely to me, you must go to the Fates and beg, plead, grovel, anything you have to, to get them to change what happened between you and Orion."

Apollo stopped the light strumming of his instrument to gawk at the stunning demand from his half-sister. "Hold on, what? I can't change the past, no matter how badly I want to."

"I know, but the Fates can tell you how if you convince them. Whatever you do, you have to get them to allow the small altercation of events. Orion still must die, but how he does, can be up to debate. Apollo, do anything you must, I miss the carefree and loving girl Artemis was before, the one that loved spending time with us; I know you do as well."

Apollo looked down at his lyre, fiddling with the string without making noise. "I live with that guilt every day. If it makes her happier, I will give up my immortality to make it happen."

Reaching out, Athena placed her hand on her half brother's fiddling hands. "She would never forgive you if you did that, and father would kill you." The two siblings shared a laugh. "See the Fates, do what you can. Hestia says Orion must be the last thing she remembers so you have some time."

Apollo nodded. "She is right, by learning it any sooner she would not want to know the rest of her past; she would start the processes of grief all over again and fade into existence."

"Do all of you prophets talk to each other or something?"

With a halfhearted smile, the god of prophecies shook his head gently. "Go, teach her of all the good things from her past. I will deal with the bad." Athena smiled back at him, turning and leaving him to strum a sad tune on his lyre.

Apollo walked slowly to the edges of Olympus where the Fates stayed. As he walked, the bright laughter, happy conversations, music, and light all faded. Even him, the god of the sun, felt more and more dimmed as he approached the den of the three demons.

"Klotho, Lakhesis, Atropos." He greeted the sisters with forced charm. They turned from their loom at his entrance, hissing quietly at his glow in the darkened temple. "I come with a...a request and I will not leave until it is fulfilled." He tried to sound confident but the dread and depression surrounding the sisters was starting to affect him.

"Apollon!" One of them exclaimed but Apollo couldn't tell because none of their mouths moved, an ancient voice simply traveled through the air to hit him in the face. "What is it you request of us, sun god."

Ignoring the way whichever one spit out 'sun god' like it was poison, Apollo continued. "Artemis-"

"She lost her memory!" A different voice chimed in.

The prophet's chest deflated with unused air, sighing. "Yes, now, I came because of Orion." He waited to be interrupted again but wasn't. "I miss my sister, everyone on Olympus misses how she use to be before...that happened. I want her to be happy again, I will do anything if you would just change my involvement in his death."

None of the Fates spoke for what felt like eternity to Apollo, he would be too late to change anything if they kept this up. The third voice spoke, startling the god. "Anything?" Apollo nodded quickly, knowing she would continue without his answer anyway. "Ok son of Zeus, we will grant your request."

A great pressure lifted off his shoulders, Apollo opened his mouth the thank them when the first voice came back. "You will be as Atlas is with the sky, you alone will bear the guilt of what could have been for your sister." A moment passed with ruffling of cloth before a green, wart infected hand reached out of the black cloak of the sister closest to him.

On a ring of blue, grey, and deep purple beads, hung a pendent. It was meticulously carved from the finest wood Apollo had ever seen or touched. The main body of the amulet was a circle, but it seemed more than just a circle; as he ran his fingers over the small details, the sun god realised it wasn't just one circle, it was two crescents carved facing each other like a reflection on water.

Inside the two crescents, a perfect arrow cut through the circle; it looked like it could easily be broken off as it posed in the offensive position: pulled back and ready to be shot.

Along the inside ring of one of the crescents was an engraving Apollo had to strain himself to see in the darkness. When he was able to read it, he nearly threw up.

To my lady, I will love tho for eternity read in ancient Greek, the letters carved with the finest penmanship.

"What, what is this?"

"An amulet." The second voice said as a matter a fact, Apollo had to resist rolling his eyes. "Orion was going to give it to Artemis the day you killed him, he wanted to ask her hand."

Now Apollo felt like he was really going to barf. No, he didn't like the idea of his sister having a man in her life that wasn't him or their father but she was a virgin goddess, what did Orion expect to accomplish by asking her to marry him? Immortality as her hunter probably, that's all mortals wanted, not to die, but how long could he have gone without wanting more? Then they would really have had a problem.

"You must wear it," The third sister told him. "Every day when you put it on, be reminded of what torture, pain, and suffering you put Artemis and your family, through."

Apollo closed his hand around the delicate wood pendant. "I will carry this burden."

"Very good!" The second voice giggled, almost happy for his pain. "Now, this is how you change the past-"

"When Athena brings Artemis to the lake Orion originally perished in, she will touch the water and be brought into her memory." The first voice continued. "You must remove Athena, blind her, and bring her far away."

Apollo physically moved away in surprise. "Why?" His stomach churned with the idea of trying to fight the war goddess of his half-sister.

"She must not know what you are doing!" The third voice criticized harshly. "Blindfold her, bind her wrists, bring her far away!"

The first voice chimed back in before the other sisters could keep going about abducting the goddess of wisdom. "You must be holding on to Artemis as she enters her memory, and thus, be transported back in time."

As if she couldn't stand the first sister to have all the glory in giving the plan, the third voice took over. "You will meet Orion before he enters the water; lie, deceive, influence him anyway you can to get him in the woods."

"Then!" The second voice interrupted. "You must sick the scorpion on him, show Artemis the direction where he lay dead, and comfort her. Bring her to Olympus, Athena will take care of her."

"There, the memory will end. Athena will no longer remember you as his killer, but as your sister's loving brother."

"Athena will be back within moments of exiting the memory, you must leave before she arrives!"

"She cannot see you!"

"She must not know you were there!"

Apollo stepped back as the three sisters continued to shout out how important it was he wasn't seen by his half-sister, slowly he managed to get out of their dark temple and make his way back to the lights of Olympus.