Artemis was quiet as Athena flew her chariot through the baby blue sky. Looking out on it, the goddess couldn't help but wonder how something so beautiful could survive in a world where people like her where killing dozens of innocent people simply because they irritated her; like mosquitoes that accidentally landed on her and the only solution she could find was to swat it for doing nothing but what it existed to.

"Show me good memories Athena," The younger immortal begged, gaining a sad glance from her half sister.

The goddess of wisdom kept her eyes on the skyline to keep her emotions in check. The depressing part about her request was there were only a few pleasing moments in the past that could satisfy her young sister's desire to remember the good instead of the bad. There was just so many dreadful times in her life.

"I know it is hard Artemis, I am doing my best. Your life was almost a mystery to me." She decided to stop talking past that, nothing else she could say would make her feel better and honestly, the goddess was having a hard time recalling any time her sister was happy.

If her depressed mood was bad before, the clear day turned black as the pair flew into a raging storm. There was no lightning or thunder but from the dark clouds balls of ice assaulted the immortals. Athena shook a mass of them from her hair and commanded the golden animals pulling the chariot to land.

Artemis felt no pain from the bombardment of hail but when she held her hand out to catch a dozen of them, their cool texture leaked through her skin and into her veins. As the cool feeling rushed through her body, Artemis' vision melted.

A woman clothed in all white chiton with multi-colored blue and green feathers as accents stood, glaring at the moon goddess. A bolt of electricity struck by her feet but didn't faze her or lessen the anger in the immortal's eyes.

"You try to use the power of my father to scare me away?" Artemis scoffed at her step-mother, pulling her bow and loading an arrow with smooth grace, pointing it evenly at her chest. "Fight me with your own power!"

Hera laughed at the small goddess. "Young immortal, you speak with more confidence and arrogance than you can fit in your head. You have much to learn before you fight me."

"You not arming yourself in the face of battle means little to me." The huntress easily let her first arrow go, watching with satisfaction as it soared straight at her enemy's chest.

With more speed than she's ever seen the woman move, Hera reached up to the sky and grabbed a handful of the dark, stormy clouds, making it into an armor to protect herself from the deadly arrow.

The silver projectile wedged into the wispy material, right above her heart, If she had one. Artemis thought bitterly as she notched another of her arrows. "Give up you bastard child, you cannot harm me any more than you deserve to be in my presence."

Red rage flashed across the young goddess' eyes as she fired her second arrow, not waiting to see where it hit, letting herself fall into a rhythm of load-shoot-repeat until her right hand met empty space in her quiver.

After a moment of silence fell the space between the immortals, Artemis forced herself to gaze upon her work. She had to keep herself from bursting out in frustration when she saw the arrows were stuck in the dark cloud, but the veil remained untorn and the wounds gave no blood. Then Hera picked up a missile of the air, circling it into a frozen mass of hail and struck Artemis with the jagged mass.

The sharp stony lump broke the curve of her bow as it sent her flying across their battle field. Artemis opened her tightly closed eyes to see another barrage of frozen projectiles coming at her.

When she opened her eyes the next time, instead of sharp pieces of ice, she found Athena's caring grey eyes. "What did you see this time?" She asked gently, offering a gauntlet of amber liquid.

Artemis took the cup and drank from it greedily as the strength that had left her during her memory returned. "I was fighting Hera," She took a breath, opening her palm to reveal a single unmelted pellet of hail. "She protected herself from my arrows and hit me with ice."

Athena nodded at the simple explanation, knowing what her half sibling was talking about. "Dionysus' war, the gods choose sides like in the Trojan war and fought each other."

"Trojan?"

She sighed as yet another large chunk of her sister's memory failed to make an appearance. "The biggest rift between our family, you fought Hera then as well." Artemis faltered before she could ask the outcome, deciding it was better if she just remembered on her own.

"We should go there next." The huntress insisted, looking around to attempt in figuring out where they were to no anvil. All she saw were masses of people walking by quickly, all but ignoring her silver chariot and golden animals.

Before Athena could respond, a glob of cold, white material landed on the young goddess' sandal clad foot. Numbly, Artemis looked down at the chilly substance that coated her left foot. "Oh dear! I'm so sorry!" A woman's voice chimed against her confusion. "Here let me clean your sandal dear."

In a flash Artemis found herself short one shoe and holding a baby boy. Looking to Athena for help did her no good, the wisdom goddess was leaning heavily against her chariot trying to keep her laughter in at the whole sight. The goddess found herself being drawn into the infant tucked into her arm.

His toothless grin shined up at her and Artemis found it quite amazing that this baby, despite not knowing her, was so happy to see her. Slowly she smiled back, lifting her free arm to tickle his stomach, earning the bubbliest of giggles she has ever heard; not that she would remember but at this point she was use to that and went along with the moment.

Artemis poked his small nose with her fingertip, earning a similar laugh and two tiny hands came up to wrap around her wrist. Though skinny in the first place, the two miniature human hands just barely managed to complete the circuit around her wrist.

The goddess didn't hear the boy's mother come back until she was standing right next to her, talking right into her ear with her loud voice. "Alright dear, nice and clean and sticky free! I'm so sorry about that, I knew I should have held his ice cream…Aw, Damien do you like your new friend?"

Artemis looked up at the woman and saw her with the soft expression of a mother as she looked at her and the baby cuddled in the crook of her elbow. "He's never that good with strangers, you must have the charm." The woman smiled at her, a hand resting on her upper bicep. The huntress could care less about what she was saying so long as she could continue to hold her baby.

"Thank you," The immortal found her voice, tickling Damien's chin with the limited mobility of her hand while he held it.

"Do you have a little one in your life?" It was an innocent question clearly since the immortal appeared barely older than ten; it was an inquiry that could have appeared in any normal conversation, but as her brain processed it, her heart sank. Artemis suddenly felt like she was going to throw up, her stomach was doing flips and butterflies were having a rave all at the same time.

Trying to keep down the nectar she drank, Artemis answered as civilly as she could manage. "No, I guess I just have the charm." Numbly she handed over the small mortal to it's mother and walked back to her sister.

"Artemis?" Her voice was faint but the huntress couldn't decide if it was another symptom of her sudden illness or the on-coming of a new/old memory. "Artemis, are you alright…?" As Athena's voice trailed away, it became clear to the young goddess this feeling was a memory.

"NO. Artemis, leave me be." The woman in front of the archeress tried to push her away from her very pregnant stomach. She was quite literally glowing with a mysterious light being emitted from under her skin, but her godly face was pinched with pain.

"Aurora, you must allow me to help," She had to dodge a beam of light as the titaness next to her lashed out.

"No! These children are not mine, I will not have-!" Tired of hearing her cries, the goddess used her will over birth to bring the children forth. Two babies had just began to breathe when a lioness forced Artemis away.

The young immortal sprang from the ground only to watch Aurora take hold of the first child in her maw. While she was distracted, Artemis jumped over her to snatch the remaining boy. With one last look at the heartless mother, she held the boy tight against her body with her arm and set out through the forest.

Artemis glanced down at the infant, barely minutes old, as it looked eagerly at it's surroundings as the two raced through the forest; safer dozens of feet above the ground as the huntress jumped from tree to tree than on the ground.

Dionysus. She thought, heading towards his mountains. You will be safe with Dionysus, Iakkhos. As she moved along the forest, Artemis held the baby in her arm. The weight was new, but not uncomfortable, a burden she didn't mind carrying, even for a little bit.

The huntress opened her eyes to find herself looking up at a vast, flawless blue sky. She sat slowly only to find all her previous ailments were no longer present. "Where are we going?" Artemis climbed into the front bench of her chariot next to her sister, the vast height they flew at not affecting her strangely peppy mood brought on by one of the few enjoyable memories she's reexperienced.

"Well you wanted to know what Troy was didn't you?" Athena was almost hesitant to tell her because the last memory about fighting with their stepmother went so well.

Artemis nodded despite her sister's obvious hesitation, ready to get her memories back, no matter how painful the experience.

Ok so no, I'm not dead but I love this story so in no way am I letting it die!

I decided to make this less about PJO, like big time though there are a few references because how can I write about Greek myths and not reference it? Now it's majorly focusing on Artemis and the myths surrounding her because well she's awesome. I was always thinking about the sibling relationship between Athena and Apollo because it's hard for me to think that they all just ignored each other.

Ok, rant over, hope you enjoyed and if you have a myth that you really want me to write about review!

Yours,

Arty