Hello Children, it is I, inconsistent uploading dweeb.

I thank you all for viewing my story, and the reviews. If you would be so kind, I have a few other stories Im working on at the same time.

I welcome any criticisms, though constructive is more appreciated.

Enjoy! -Somerandomguy

Perseus only lay there, as awareness returned. The cold floor almost stung his skin, and his neck hurt from the awkward angle he slept in. Where was he? Last thing he remembered was… Artemis. He almost growled. He'd hit her, then someone came rushing in. He hadn't even stood a chance.

He slowly reached upwards, body aching and weak, only for his arms to stop. Chains rattled in his ears, sending dread through his form. His eyes burst open, and he looked down. Bronze manacles clamped on his wrist, with barely enough slack to rest his hands in his lap.

His stomach curled. This stupid room, he wanted out. He yanked on his wrists, only succeeding in rattling the chains. His heart pounded louder in his ears. No, nonononononono. Desperately wrenching at his binds. He was back in that room, before he was freed, permanently exposed to the witch's torment. He, it, only pulled harder, as the world blurred and twisted between that old room, and this cell. The feral scream it let out made skin crawl, as Olympus itself chilled.

Artemis noted three things, upon waking in Apollo's palace: One, her brother was nowhere to be seen. Two, Zoe sat fast asleep in a chair beside her, head lolled uncomfortably to the side. Three, an unnatural chill permeated her brother's normally hot temple. As the sleep cleared from her mind, memories from the day before came into stunning clarity. Why she was in Apollo's temple, on Olympus.

With a start, she rolled from the bed, and stumbled slightly as she wrapped her arms 'round her healing cut with a wordless muffled whine. With careful steps, she crept out of the building, breaking into a run when she reached the temple's threshold.

She must have been a sight, a disheveled Olympian goddess gauchely scrambling down the streets so unlike her usual grace. As she drew closer to her destination, the air kept growing colder, and the minor gods and nature spirits vanished. She pushed harder, the entrance to the prisons in sight. She didn't see Apollo until he was upon her.

In an instant, her feet left the ground as he, mindful of her wound, picked her off the ground.

"LET GO OF ME APOLLO!" she screeched, fruitlessly punching every part of him she could reach. He didn't even bother reacting

"Please, Artemis, listen to reason. Father wants an explanation for quite a few things, you might be allowed to see him later." he tightened his grip when she gave up hitting him in favor of squirming to escape. She ignored him, and grit her teeth when the cut began burning. She needed to see her boy, her son. All she could do was let out a frantic cry as the dungeon disappeared from sight.
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The chain around her ankle made Artemis shift uncomfortably in her throne as Zeus questioned the Son of Poseidon about the events in the clearing. Anxiety welled up in her for the cold metal trapping her in the throne, and her child trapped in a cell. Her Father was obstinate in the sequence they discussed issues, and his ire was apparently upon her since he saw her son.

She could only hope this would be over soon.

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Corentine, or 'Ren', as her friends called her, met a lot of interesting people working in Olympus' prisons. In her opinion at least. She met Apollo a couple times, Dionysus before his punishment, and Ares and Eris, to name a few. Most were rather nice, though some would be crude and vulgar. The sky nymph avoided them for the most part, though some interaction was unavoidable.

This one, though, definitely made her raise an eyebrow. The boy looked almost exactly like Artemis, if the horrendous burn scars weren't there. Well, the scars, and the panicked wild look in his eyes that she had never seen before, much less on Artemis. The chains on his wrists rattled loudly as he frantically pulled against his binds.

The more she stared at the kid, the worse she felt. Quickly, she looked down the hallway both ways, before she floated through the bars with food in hand. For a moment, he stilled, before he began to thrash harder than before. She froze in shock, as the chain binding his right wrist glowed gold and crumbled before her eyes.

With a hand free, he alternated between yanking on the collar and his left hand. She slowly placed the food on the cell floor, and approached the heaving child.

When she got within five feet, he froze, only barely trembling. Carefully, and slowly, she scooped the boy into her arms, where his head rested on her collarbone and tucked neatly under her chin. When he did nothing in protest, she slowly started humming, slowly rocking the exhausted child in her grasp.

Halfway through her fourth song, he stopped trembling and went slack in her grasp. She kept humming, combing her fingers through his auburn locks.

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Artemis alternated between glaring at Zeus, who kept ranting about something or other, and the horrendous chain attached to her ankle. He seemed to be punishing her already, keeping her stuck in her throne in the meeting. When her boy was right there, on Olympus with her. She focused on the cuff, lost in thought, pondering if she could break it and sneak away.

A pointed cough had her glance upwards, to watch Apollo gesture to Zeus.

"Father, what of the boy?" Athena asked, as she gave Artemis a slightly concerned glance.

"What of him? He will sit in that cell until I decide otherwise." he snorted, and leaned back in his seat. Artemis could have started crying, and she only hoped he hadn't inherited her 'issue'. Even now she was lucky she hadn't started panicking. She prayed to whatever higher power, that she could see her son soon.

Koolio. Artemis, according to the wiki, doesn't hate men (just general dislike), and has a soft spot for children btw. so im gonna try a different approach for the relationship.

however, I may make a separate fic with 'man hater' Arty ;). Prepare for inconsistent updates, my creative juices only work at 2am.

See Ya!