"Where are we going first 'Thena?" Artemis asked the goddess of wisdom as they flew above the clouds, high enough so the mortals couldn't see them, finally on the way to their home.

Athena smiled as she gently corrected their path. "Calydon. I believe remembering your old fierceness and power will be as good a start as any."

"What did I do there?" Artemis frowned. Power? Fierceness? Why did it sound like whatever she did caused people to die?

The older immortal chuckled at the hesitant question but quickly darkened as the topic advanced. "Ancient ways were different," she managed, shaking her head. "Our actions then...were cruel, pompous, and merciless. Evil, violent, and vicious. We change with the times but then, that was the norm for us. There was no compassion for the mortals, beings that were so below us, their lives meant nothing. All of us were guilty of horrendous deeds."

Artemis stared at the golden brown fur of her stags, the ringing of their belled harnesses became a dull, high pitched buzz in the back of her head as flashes of fire, blood, and destruction ran across her vision.

"I-" The young goddess' voice failed her as more images appeared in the light blue of the surrounding sky, dying it red. Athena set the reins into a holster and wrapped her arms around the shocked, crying form of her half sister that was more family than she ever had. Holding onto her now as she replayed the most barbarous times of their past, she was reminded of just how fragile she was.

A child through ancient times, exposed to all of the brutal actions of her relatives. She deserved a carefree life, even if it meant running around in the woods and hunting monsters; none of the war hardened experiences she got sucked into and had to deal with. "Oh Athene..." she exclaimed quietly, hiding in her older sister's chiton. Athena was almost physically taken back by the old, ancient tone her young voice took on.

"How I missed the days you called me that." She whispered, rubbing the arm of her companion with small, soothing circles.

"Why did I stop?" The goddess asked numbly, trying to forget the vivid, gore-ish flashes of memories that had just forced their way into her mind.

Athena sighed, looking forward to the bright sky that seemed too bright and cheery in comparison to the feeling in the silver moon chariot. "War and loss; they altered the innocent, childlike cheer you had, replacing it with a tough exterior and hardened emotions. It was quite sad to witness."

The goddess was quiet for a long time as they soared through the sky, watching the white masses of water vapor as they moved, or as the chariot moved, without really seeing them. "I do not want to remember."

Shocked by the mumbled retort, Athena pulled away from their embrace. "What?"

Artemis sat up, the surprise of her half-sister fuelling her. "I do not want to remember all of this death, the pain and suffering, any of the horrendous things you say we have done. Can you just show me all of the good things? Take out all of the bad so I act like I use to instead of the horrible person I was before I hit my head. Maybe that is why it happened, so I could have another chance."

From the second sentence in her rant, Athena began to shake her head, tears threatening to fall at every word the young immortal said. "Our lives have more torture than happiness and we have to deal with the burden of all of our actions. None of us get away from the past, but those good memories, the good feelings that you want to focus on, help the pain even just a little."

"But-"

Athena shook her head violently. "Don't you understand Artemis? If you don't remember everything you'll never be whole! You'll fade! And then what, I'm left without the one family member I actually care about!" The goddess of wisdom stopped in a huff when she noticed the wide eyes in her traveling companion.

She grabbed the reins to the team and leaned back, her inchor boiling and her mind buzzing with adrenaline. Artemis watched her older sister fume quietly with wide eyes. I guess we really do have one messed up family. She thought, slowly sitting back, letting the rest of the ride pass in a tense silence.

"This is Calydon?" Artemis looked at the stone blocks laid out in some kind of order that apparently made sense to the original builders.

Athena smiled fondly at the ancient architecture, running her hand over the nearly petrified stones. "The ruins of the old acropolis, I wouldn't bother with any modern version, it doesn't hold the same significance."

Nodding, Artemis tried to find the same appreciation from the carved out blocks that her sister obviously did. "So how will I remember this specific memory?"

"Well, there is a particular alter over here," Following her, the moon goddess made out one of the few remaining free-standing stones. As she got closer, she realised it was indeed much more interesting than any of the others. "I think will do the trick. Go on."

Artemis stood in front if the basic, rectangular stone altar jutting out of the ground, covered in overgrown vegetation, but carved into the flat surface was a distinct indentation she recognised immediately. "It is a bow..." she muttered more to herself as she ran the tips of her fingers over the familiar mold.

She frowned when nothing happened, for the most part, all she had to do was touch something related to her memory and she would reenter the moment. Athena stepped up next to her, looking like she wanted to voice an idea when the proverbial lightbulb went off in the immortal's head.

Artemis stepped back to avoid hitting the wisdom goddess, pulling the wooden bow resting across her chest like a satchel over her head. Though she knew she wouldn't need to use it, Artemis had felt an overwhelming sense that she needed to bring it and so she had placed it on her back to sit across her torso, completely out of instinct like it belonged there. She gently positioned her prized bow into the carving, the outline of a stag's head that alerted her to the idea fit exactly to the original end where the string originated from.

As the mold was filled, Artemis' hands glowed and her mind was thrown forward at the speed of light, jerking to a stop only a few moments later to much different surrounding.

The goddess watched from her empty altar while pig bellied royals chatted, laughed, and clinked glasses as they feasted on the riches of their hard working subjects. She stood in the shadows, her arms crossed tightly across her chest in attempt to keep herself from smiting all of the pompous mortals on the spot.

"What do you see?" The softly spoken ancient Greek almost startled the immortal, but the trained huntress felt the slight change in the air when her half-sibling appeared.

"Self-centred, boisterous, smug, overconfident, arrogant, pretentious-"

Athena chuckled as her half-sister fumed. "Now tell me what you really think."

"You can be smug, they sacrificed to you. They sacrificed to everyone, even Dionysus!" Artemis scoffed, unnecessarily adjusting her arrows, bow, and hunting satchel out of irritation.

Athena smirked down at the young immortal, seeing a great opportunity for entertainment not just for her but Olympus. Artemis could use a good ego petting as well. "What are you going to do about it?"

"They will be praying to Hades when I am through with them." The huntress patron muttered the promise, teleporting herself to a clearing in the nearby woodlands.

She turned in a small circle until she knew what direction the wind was going, closed her eyes, and waited for the strongest gust. Gently, Artemis pressed her lips together and blew slowly to create a soft, low whistle. "Come to me my beast," the goddess whispered into the wind, blowing another stream of the sound meant to call only her most horrible of monsters. "Come my pet."

The immortal's smile turned almost sinister as the ground rumbled worse than any of Poseidon's earthquakes. The reverberations roared louder than her father's thunder, making Artemis gity thinking how the mortals responded to the ominous booms coming from the mountains.

Through the forest, a ball of hair trampled the fifty foot trees and raced towards the moon guardian. Smiling at the large animal, she put a hand up as it screeched to a halt barely a foot in front of her, it's large tusks wrapping around her in a comforting hug. "My pretty boy. I have a new task for you: destruction, your favourite." The beast snorted, engulfing its patron in a gust of warm air and a few boogers.

Artemis laughed maniacally, petting the matted, tangled mess of fur at the top of its head. "I knew you would like it. I need you to demolish, ravage, annihilate everything in Calydon, for me? They forgot about me, make them pay my friend."

The boar whipped its head back and forth in rage at the disgrace shown to his protector, ready to charge into the valley. "Good boy." Artemis scratched the sweet spot between her pet's eyes, right above his snout, gaining a great big lick that encased her hand in thick saliva. "Do not stop for anyone, now go, and happy destruction."

Her boar allowed the goddess to step out from between his tusks and barrelled down the hill to the unknowing farms and walled city below. Artemis smiled as she watched it flatten the landscape on it's way down the mountain. She took a moment before going back to her temple, sitting on the top peak to watch as the royals continued to feast.

The huntress took out her bow and notched an arrow, pointed at the sky, and let go. With her ammo in the sky, she set her eyes back on the table just as a skinny boy, obviously deprived of the same nutrients being so gluttonously gorged on, came running in.

"Your majesty!" He skirted to a stop, pausing only a moment to catch his breath. "My lord, a beast is terrorising the town. It is destroying all the farmland, soon we will have no crops! This monster, it is only something brought on by the gods."

Artemis scoffed not just at the outright way the young boy so easily bowed down to the fat king, but how his description of her pet so belittled its presence. It is only the beginning. She promised.

The king stood quicker than the goddess thought possible for him. "How can this be? Our festival honours the gods, we sacrificed to all of them, they have no reason to be angry!" Before Artemis could kill him on the spot, her arrow wedged itself into the table, still full with food.

Shocked royalty stared at the perfect, silver arrow in awe and horror. "The Lady of the Arrows..." Oeneus muttered, turning on his associates. "Did no one sacrifice to the Lady of the Arrows? You have damned us all!"

He turned to the boy with wide, crazy eyes. Artemis tilted her chin up as he glanced down from the sky when his gaze fell on her for a brief moment before he was pulled back by the king. Silently cursing herself, Artemis made herself invisible and moved to crouch next to the table.

"Gather all the towns people, get everyone and any supplies left inside the city walls." Oeneus started grabbing plates and bowls from the table. "We will sacrifice everything to her, we will appease the goddess and she will call off her beast."

Someone lit her fire in the temple while the king and several others in company gathered more food, only leaving things too heavy or large to fit in the cauldron at one time like the whole roasted pig with an apple in its mouth.

The sweet scent of their sacrifice soon drifted to the goddess, and was she was oh so tempted to accept it but Artemis steeled her nerves, moving her hand in a swipe motion in front of her torso. In reaction, the fire grew larger than possible and black smoke bellowed out, engulfing all near it. Notching another arrow, Artemis shot threw the pig's apple, staying only long enough to hear "There is no appeasing her, we are all doomed to die.".

Artemis scowled at the walled city, the poor farms, and swarms of people that ran away from the path of her beast. He wouldn't hurt any of them, she had specifically instructed him no maiming, but he will do all he can to scare the living daylights out of everyone.

"Well, someone certainly made you mad." The thick Acadian accent rang out in a chuckle from behind the goddess and for the first time in the last three days, Artemis smiled at her best huntress, indomitable just like herself and driven. "I suppose this is why you requested my assistance so swiftly."

"Atlanta," The immortal hugged her huntress, placing a hand on either shoulder. "We should meet under less strenuous circumstances in the future."

The young princess nodded with a smile, curious to what her paton had gotten herself into. "Yes, and what of the current one? Who has angered you this time?"

Artemis pretended to be offended, scoffing. "I am no drama queen, I leave that to Aphrodite." The two laughed as thunder rolled in the sky above them. "The royalty in this town, Calydon. They prey on their poor, feast on more food in one day than most will see in their entire lifetime! It is despicable-".

"What did he do?" Atlanta good naturally rolled her eyes at the rambling of her goddess.

Letting the air out from her interrupted sentence, sending her huntress a shy smile before answering. "He forgot to sacrifice to me during the festival."

"Oh boy," Atlanta chuckled gently, shaking her head. "What do you need me to do?"

Artemis directed her attention to the walls where, despite their distance, both of their heightened senses could see dozens of lavishly dressed men watching the boar destroy farm homes. "The Calydonians will assemble a force to kill my beast, you need to join them."

"How do you expect me to-"

Raising a hand to halt the compliant, Artemis' smile turned devious as she looked out at the city. "Oeneus will place his son Meleager as lead on the hunt. He is a man, you know how to make them bend to your will. Make him fall for you, hard, and get in that hunt."

Atlanta was silent as she too watched her goddess' animal destroy buildings, farmland, and chase people into the walls of the city. "Why must I go?" she asked stiffly.

"Only a huntress can injure my boar, once you hit it, anyone will be able to land a blow. While I would love to watch them run around throwing pebbles at him, he has a limited attention span. I can only convince him to do so much before he becomes bored." Artemis paused and gazed over the scene in front of them. "I want to show the pompous engrade what happens when he scorns a goddess, and I want him to never forget."

"What about these poor farmers, the ones so wrongfully punished? By sicking your boar on the countryside, you destroy their homes, kill the crops that are the only source they have of feeding their families or making money. You say you wish to punish the king and his court but whom are you really hurting my lady?"

"I instructed him not to maim anyone-" Artemis stopped, huffed, and turned back to the city. "When he sees his people suffering, if he has any heart at all, he will suffer with them. If not, well, Hades will have a good time with him in Tartarus. Now go."

Atlanta nodded once. "Yes m'lady."

"Oh, and Atlanta," Artemis called out to her huntress one last time. "Walk down the main road, he will listen to you, tell him to avoid you but do not let them see you speak. They will let you in the gates, but you must catch their attention first."

"Yes, m'lady. I will do all I can."

Artemis sat crosslegged on the table as Oeneus stalked back and forth in front of it, obvlious to her presence. Meleager sat on his smaller throne, resting his cheek on his fist and staring at a map.

The same boy who saw her at the festival ran in, both royals perked up at the new addition to the room. "What is the news?" The king asked, his voice sounded old, like the whole situation was weighing on him. Good, she thought.

"The boar has destroyed most of the wheat farms, running farmers managed to save the contents of a few silos but resources and food are running very low..." He glanced behind the king at the table, his mouth watering slightly at all the gourmet substances surrounding the goddess. Artemis noticed how his gaze rested on her longer than it should have.

Oeneus ran a hand over his head, pulling his lopsided crown off before setting it back. "Send all our messengers, assemble the best hunters, trackers, fighters. We will rid ourselves of this curse ourselves."

The boy didn't move, fiddling with the flailed ends of his ragged shirt. "Your highness, there is something else..."

Artemis shifted, could he really see her? If he told the king she was sitting, watching... "What, what is it boy?"

"There...there is a woman outside the gates-"

"Well let her in!" Oeneus waved his hand in some sort of gesture of permission and turned to pace again.

"That is the thing my lord," The boy gulped. "She is walking right down main road, the beast-it-it is completely avoiding her."

At this, Meleager sat up straight. "Who is she?"

The boy shook his head. "No woman I have ever seen, your highness."

The two royals shared a look and both quickly made their way out of the throne room. Artemis sat for a moment, but just as she was going to teleport out to the walls, the boy spoke. He was still facing the door where the prince and king ran out. "I understand why you are angry, but why did you destroy my home, my friend's home, everyone's homes? We built you a great temple. I sacrifice to you every night, lady Artemis.

"I thought of you as a kind goddess since the animals like you, helpful to mothers bringing new siblings, I like to think you blessed me when I prayed to you for help in a shooting contest, but destroying not just my home, but the city...I thought you were better than that. I hope this woman is one your huntresses you sent to help, I really hope so."

He walked out, and with him, he took a piece of the goddess' soul.