Aloha! Methinks you'll like this chapter! I sure loved writing it. (Also, you probably got two alerts cause I fixed some grammar on chapter nine).
As for the last: Congratulations to Starrgaizer, Minerva Elizabeth Juniper, Victoria of Memphis, and KayDee- DesignerExtraordinare! You all got it right! Actaeon is indeed the child that dear Arty never was, bless his heart. Yay to you guys!
ACompanyofSwans: Yes indeed! He could not resist the lure of caramelized sugar on a stick! Yup, I haven't written Foaly in a while, it was nice. Thanks for the review!
Jasmine Wanderer: I had forgotten about that scene! Yay! That can be an alternate reason for the sandwich. Also, nice unusual take on Actaeon, very poetic. Also, honored to be your first favorite!
Victoria of Memphis: I think it might be canon, it certainly seems like Argon isn't very brave (in the series). Thanks for the note!
Minerva Elizabeth Juniper: You were right, congrats! I never really thought about the names like that, but it makes sense. Thanks for pointing that out. Also, because Artemis killed both, that might be a bit of foreshadowing… but maybe not, I haven't planned that far. Keep reviewing!
Starrgaizer: Wow, thanks for the compliments! I'm glad so many people think I've got the characters down, it's very encouraging. Also, thanks for pointing out the mistake, I hate bad grammar in my fics.
So, my friends, once again I must ask you to read and review. This chapter goes to Jasmine Wanderer, whose review inspired the chap!
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Artemis was sitting next to Holly on a bench. At a long, white table. With food on a tray in front of him. Peanut butter and jelly. Artemis had always hated cafeterias.
"C'mon, Artemis," Holly coaxed, "Just eat the d'arvit-ing sandwich!" Perhaps coaxed wasn't the right word.
"Holly, I will not touch that… thing. I don't eat PB and J," the mud boy said scathingly, "Caviar, yes. Well prepared entrees, yes. Peanut butter and jelly, no."
Holly picked up the sandwich and waved it threateningly.
"If you don't eat this thing now, I will shove it down your throat." Artemis scooted back an inch and prepared to make a run for it. Luckily, Mulch chose that moment to waltz in, grab the sandwich from Holly, and swallow it whole.
He sat down on the other side of Artemis, effectively trapping him on the bench. Artemis sighed in relief.
"You know Arty, you should have eaten that sandwich," Mulch winked at Artemis, "Because, it tasted like passion."
The normal death-white shade of the mud boy's face packed up and left, leaving no color what so ever. He sat stock-still, staring at Mulch, his worst nightmares and more coming true. Meanwhile, Holly was puzzled.
"Mulch, that doesn't make sense. It's just a PB and J sandwich, how can it taste like passion? And since when does passion have a taste?"
"Oh, you know," Mulch paused for effect, grinning wickedly at Artemis, "Since I fell head-over-heart." Artemis grew dizzy.
"Just like in this great book I was reading." And, to Artemis' absolute horror, Mulch proceeded to pull a squat paperback book from somewhere under him and slap it on the table in front of Holly. Artemis didn't even try to grab for it. He knew deep down that it was useless.
"Falling Head Over Heart?" Holly read, "What kind of title is that?" She stared incredulously at the cover, which featured a bare-chested mud man and a scantily clad mud woman riding a horse into a sunset. "Mulch, why on earth were you reading this?"
Mulch shrugged.
"Dear Arty's mother suggested it to me. Said something about getting Arty back for hiding the Ice Cube mission from her."
Artemis started writing his will in his head. Holly froze, then grinned manically and faced Artemis.
"Arty, dear," Holly purred, "You wouldn't happen to have written this little book, would you?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Artemis responded, snapping out of his daze, "I have never laid eyes on that garish thing in my life."
"But," Holly grinned, "This says the author is Diana Avis. And I happen to know some mud man myths, and Diana is the other name for Artemis. And Avis is bird in some mud language. And bird is another word for 'fowl'. So, if I'm not mistaken, this book was written by you, my dear mud boy."
Artemis's mind reeled trying to comprehend the trouble he was in. And then Holly vaulted off the bench, sprinting for the door. Artemis reacted on instinct and raced after her.
"No!" he yelled, "Holly!" Holly, in turned, called:
"Foaly!"