L/N: Okay sorry for the wait, guys. First, summer school just started for Packer and I last week, after a school brawl that almost got him expelled, and then we had to do a special for Chloe since she reached over 20 reviews in her story. Check hers out. It's called Caged Women Society. Probably spelled that wrong, but who cares? Don't tell Chloe I said that though.

L/N: Anyways, here is the next Broken Oath chapter 12. Review and Enjoy.


Lucas

Lucas slammed his hammer against the wood, chipping and bending the curved wood to his will. He set down his hammer and looked down at his work. The pine wood was smooth, sanded until it was so, and skillfully curved, to which it could bend without snapping. He held the top end and looked from behind it, inspecting his carving skillfully. He looked over it until he was satisfied enough, before setting it down on the work table and walking towards a wall, where he kept his finished works and previews or drawings of what he wished to make.

Gently, he unhooked the bow with delicate movements, careful not to leave marks on the material of the wood. Silver shined from the entire bow, even the string glowed with the aura. At first he had wondered if the bow had been dipped in liquid silver to give it its color, but then he noticed the texture was metallic, as if it were forged into a bow by a smith. The grip was of a silver material that was different from the rest of the bow, soft and comfortable for the user to easily hold it without discomfort.

Luke gazed at it intently, scrutinizing every single detail once more. He looked back at his wooden work of a bow shaped similarly to the one he held. Similar, but not identical. He walked over to the table before sliding all of the wood chips and boards, including the newly made bow, into the trash can. He sighed. All of his attempts to recreate the workmanship of the smith into a wooden bow had turned out the same. Maybe I shouldn't try to make it differently, he thought, but how am I going to find a forge in New York? The bigger question he had was how would he get permission from a forge owner to craft a bow from silver material, much more get the material from a merchant or even try to mine it? As he had told the boy who came into the workshop to ask what he was making next, this work was a lot different from the usual and, if successfully crafted, would be greater than anything he ever made.


Artemis

"How long has he worked as a builder?" Artemis asked the twins.

The one with dark hair, Jasmin, answered excitedly. "He's worked as many different engineers and architects, for big companies, his entire life! He's made airplanes and cars and motorcycles and houses and-"

Carla, the blonde, interrupted her sister. "Basically he's worked as many different builders for many different people for over 15 years now."

Artemis' eyes widened slightly, but she did her best to keep her face masked. This mortal man had done many things over his life, always doing more and more every time he took a job. It seemed strange that he was also a hunter and carver in his free time. "And so he started how young?"

"Well, he started professionally working when he was eleven. He flew through his middle school and high school years so quickly, even we didn't know how he could be so smart and hard-working at a young age." She and her sister squealed in unison.

Artemis kept her composure, but her thoughts ran through her head. Eleven?! He was still a child! She knew that children did start working at a young age for a few decades, but this seemed odd in this century. "Who took care of him?"

Both twins saddened. Carla answered. "His mother died at birth, his dad was dead three years before he was born. Of course, his grandmother took him in, but he was the one who kept food on the table for the both of them. She died when he was ten, and so he started working harder than before, taking on full assignments and orders rather than parts of them."

"After that, he started working professionally at eleven. Started out with electricity and toys, then started working his way up to mechanics and smithing. He never does a job half assed, as he says, and he never does the same thing twice." Jasmin spoke sadly, as if the words were painful.

"Then, he saved our grandfather from a truck explosion, so we all helped out to take care of him. We paid his expenses until her was stubborn enough to go to work easily. We still do favors for him now and then, but he always tries to keep it at a minimum."

Jasmin smiled. "Yeah, like we won't help him with big things! We'll do anything he needs, as long as we can do it."

Artemis stayed silent, taking in their story. He lost his mother at birth, and never had a chance to meet his father. So much pain at such a young age, and her being the goddess of the Hunt and protector of children, she had done nothing to help him. He was a male, after all. Males were all disgusting and cruel, Weren't they?


Lucas

"Just this once." The man jut a finger towards the forge and walked off, handing Lucas a set of keys. It had taken him most of the day to find a forge, and he found a mine in an abandoned area. Fortunately the forge was nearby from the mine, so once he had all he needed he could easily start forging. Unfortunately, the day was almost over, and he had to go back to at least check on the twins and see if Diana was doing better under their care.

He sighed as he left the forge and walked over to his truck.

Two hours later

Lucas arrived to his home. It was one he built himself over half a decade ago, when he couldn't stop thinking about the past. It was a three story house, balconies and windows all the same to him. Stepping out of his truck, he sighed before taking out his house keys, mentally preparing for Torquin's twin granddaughters. Once he pulled out the right key, he twisted it in the lock and turned the doorknob, pushing the door open quietly. He took the stairs two at a time after locking the door and stepped onto the second floor, walking down the hallway before standing outside of Diana's bedroom door. Two loud voices startled him before a softer one answered the excited voices.

The voice tugged at something inside of him, something he didn't understand, but he still relaxed at her voice. She must feel better if she can talk in complete sentences. He heard one of the louder ones speak. "He can be so clumsy sometimes! One time, Clara visited him in the workshop, and he kept dropping everything he touched! He even tripped over one of his finished bows that had fallen off one of the hooks he hangs them on!"

Diana asked, "He makes bows?"

The other voice, probably Clara, answered. "Of course, hun! We already told you the other things he used to build! Is a bow so far fetched?"

Lucas leaned on the door frame and listened to the conversation silently. "I guess not. He uses them when he hunts?"

"Oh he hunts whenever he doesn't have to be around people. I've never seen him shoot an arrow with a bow, but I've heard that in Washington state, everyone knows him as Bulls-eye. He can shoot a hummingbird's wing from half a mile away."

He smiled at the exaggeration, and tried to listen for a reaction from Diana, but he heard nothing but laughter from the twins. Once the laughter died down a soft seriousness enveloped the sisters. "The only thing he hasn't done is fall in love." The sentence spoken from Jasmin's lips startled the man out of his cheeriness.

Diana asked, "Never?" Maybe the sisters nodded to her question, because after that a silence came from inside.

Lucas chose that as his cue to keep the sisters from ruining his life, knocking on the door softly before pushing it open a bit. "I'm back."

"Oh, Lucas! You're back so soon?!" He opened the door to see Jasmin staring at him while she and her sister blushed near the right side of the room, while Diana sat up in bed with an empty tray of food beside her bed.

"You can go for today, girls. I won't be leaving for a few days, so I'll be fine." He spoke calmly, making sure the twins could easily hear him. They nodded enthusiastically for a minute or so before they understood his words and rushed out, squealing once on the first floor. He waited until they locked the front door before he looked back at Diana. Her hair seemed darker than usual, midnight black hair flowing over her shoulders. Her grey eyes were startling, but not too much to make him feel uncomfortable. Her features were relaxed, no longer fierce or intense around him. She looked so... different.

He rubbed the back of his neck, not noticing her light blush as she kept staring at his figure. "Sorry about those two. I had some stuff to do and so I called in a favor for them to take care of you while I was gone. I hope it wasn't too much..."

She shook her head. "They were fine. Talkative about you, but they were fine." She answered a bit after his pause and this time he sensed her nervousness. He silently asked her with his eyes how much and she reddened. "They knew almost... everything about you."

This time his face flushed darker and he coughed while looking away to try to hide his embarrassment. "Sorry, but ever since I kind of saved their grandfather's life-"

She cut him off, knowing the tale. "-They feel in debt to you." He stayed quiet and nodded.

"So what do you think?" She looked at him questioningly. "About, me?"

She struggled for the right words to say. "You-... surprised, me." He looked at her in confusion and she struggled to explain. "You are- different- from most men I have , caring, loyal." She cut herself off. Was she saying nice things about me?He thought but said nothing.

They stood in an awkward silence before he noticed her body stiffen. He grabbed one of her rags and strode towards her quickly, before covering her mouth and pressing his other palm behind her head. A second later her coughing racked her entire body, causing Lucas' hold on her to tighten. His concern came back tenfold. Did the girls affect her badly? She had seemed better at first, but now he could see signs of exhaustion and pain on her facial features.

Minutes later her coughing stopped slowly, and he pulled the rag away from her mouth, the amounts of blood on the rag heightening his concern. He pulled away from Diana enough to place the rag on the empty food tray and started to stand, but she pulled him by the collar of his shirt towards her. "Stay, please." Her words were filled with pain and fear. He sighed and pushed her lightly over on the bed to allow him to sit on it fully, her body on his lap and against him. He held her in his arms, silence again enveloping them before he had to cut it short.

"Diana, I need to go clean up. Can I-?" He cut himself short, her hands gripping his shirt tightening, bunching up the fabric more than before. She held him for a few seconds more before relenting, letting him go so that he may do what he needs to. He pressed his lips to her forehead lightly before standing. "I'll be back after I finish up with everything." She nodded and wrapped her arms around herself before closing her eyes.

He sighed, I wish I could stay. Then he stepped out and closed the door, leaving her in lonely darkness.


L/N: Okay so this is the new chapter. The next one will have a romance spur so not technically a lemon but might be in the end. Stay tuned and review!

P/N: Enjoy!