Percy POV

Excellent!" Lord Zeus boomed. "Artemis will be sentenced to 3 months as a slave, or else!"

Truth be told, I was scared. I played out all of my monopoly money, and now, it's a game of survival for me. Making Artemis my slave probably saved her life, titles and reputation, for now at least. I'm not so sure about mine though. The best I can hope for is that she sees it the way I see it. I guess we'll find out soon.

"How DARE you make me your sex slave!" Artemis screams at me, pulling me up by my collar. This was exactly what I wanted to NOT happen.

"Move away from my son, Artemis," Poseidon yelled. She looked at him, and seemed to be debating with herself whether or not to get into a fight. Sighing, she stepped back and let go of me, leaving me gasping for air. Once I had recovered from her 30 second assault, I figured out that in order to keep my body intact, I would need to speak to her alone.

"I need some time alone with Artemis please," I told the Olympians. Being the good father he is, Poseidon opened his mouth to respond, but I cut him off.

"Father I need it. Please just give me a few minutes. I can look after myself."

"I saw how that worked out for you last time," Aphrodite muttered as she walked out the doors with all the other gods. Finally, when we were alone, I looked into her eyes.

"Do you hate me Artemis," I asked. She seemed a bit startled at the question.

"Why did you punish me this way?" she half asked, half shouted. I guess it was time to explain.

"I let you off big time Artemis. Perhaps you deserved a bigger punishment. This is nothing to what Aphrodite has in mind."

"You didn't let me off!" she yelled. "All you're going to do now is be the pervert that all boys are, and get me to do perverted things!"

"How little such an old goddess understands," I told her, clearly keeping her extreme beauty out of this conversation. "Had I let you off completely, I can assure you that all the other gods would punish you. My father would make you live in Tartarus, and believe me, you do not want to experience that. I gave you a punishment that I can control, and I have no intentions of making you do anything 'perverted'." At this, she let out a small sigh of relief. We both just sat in silence, watching each other.

"Percy," Artemis started. "I know that I hurt you in many ways, but please, for my sake, can you forgive me?" she practically begged. While o wouldn't absolutely despise her, that doesn't mean that I would forgive her. I shook my head.

"First I was betrayed by my friends. Then, a spell was cast on my family, so that they don't even remember my name. I was ready to die. I WANTED TO! But you couldn't even give me that. Instead, you mercilessly destroyed my body. I thought I could move on. I thought that you could be my friend. But no. My hand will be crippled for WEEKS! And it's all your fault. I'm sorry, but no. Not yet." Her head slumped in despair.

"Father," I called. "Come in."

Artemis POV

The next few weeks went by fast. According to Zeus, I would start my time as a slave from the moment Percy was discharged from Apollo's temple. Each day, I would visit Percy to show him how sorry I was. We would laugh and joke, and it would seem that Percy had just forgave me. Then, he would see his scars again, and the smile would fall off his face the same way an apple falls from the tree. He would make a lane excuse, such as the need to sleep or eat, and ask me to leave him alone for a bit. Every time this happened, I would see Apollo glaring at me or Poseidon smirking at how I was told to get lost. I knew that I had no one to blame but myself. There was only one thing that I could do to fix my mistake. It was a difficult task, but doable. Hopefully Hecate and me are on good terms. I need to tell her my plan to fix a mistake. I need to fix the minds of Percy's parents. Only then would he forgive me truly.

2 month after the wake up, Apollo finally discharged him, saying that Percy would be forced to stay at a tent with supervision to ensure we would get no more close calls. I could still see some bone splinters in places, and more scars than I could count in my godly life!

"Remember not to wake Percy up at all," Apollo told me for the third time. "He needs his sleep." I just nodded, wanting to get out of this temple. Carefully, I scooped Percy up into my arms to take him home. Seeing as I had nearly killed him, it was weird that I didn't feel the usual hate when I touch a man. Probably my guilty feelings. As soon as he exited the water cage, he was breathing much fast that usual and his cuts got may more red.

"Bye Apollo," I said while flashing. I wondered what the welcome party would be? Hopefully all the hunters know how Atlanta deceived us. They shouldn't attack.

Ya know how people say never rule out any scenario. Well I threw that advice out of the window. I arrived at the camp, and was greeted by no less than 7 arrows heading straight for Percy's heart.

Sorry it's so short, but what do you guys think about it?