Hello, all!

New chapter.

Warnings: internal monologuing, bizzare humor, anachronisms, anachronisms everywhere.

As always, reviews are appreciated.

Predictable.

That was how Artemis felt when she was reading Orion's mind. Killing and turning people into animals, really? She was going to have to be more creative when dishing out punishments.

Artemis watched him stalk over to a tree, running his hands across the bark until they settled on a patch of mold.

Ah, Clever. Since they were in the northern hemisphere, the sun (hello, Helios) would be coming from slightly south. Thus, a tree's northern face would be the side that mold grew.

Orion finally found where West was and stalked off in that direction with surprising speed.

That brought her a little time. Mt. Etna was in Italy, after all. It was time to move on to phase two of her plan.

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Hecate was on good terms with Artemis. Hecate scored brownie points with her by occasionally helping her with the more magical side of hunting. Artemis scored brownie points with Hecate by occasionally rescuing one of her daughters from being married off to abusive husbands, which happened far too often for her liking. Perhaps she should inflict a plague upon a city to make her displeasure known. Athens seemed like a good place to start, though she was going to risk Athena's wrath...

"Hello, Artemis," Hecate's voice interrupted her thoughts, and she filed "Destroy Athens" away for another time.

Hecate was in her cave, bent over a silvery piece of cloth. Artemis was never sure why Hecate picked caves for practicing magic, though considering that Artemis liked to hang out with her Hunters in secluded forests, she couldn't exactly judge.

"Hecate," she nodded towards the titan, "How have you been?"

"Well. You came just in time: I have just finished tweaking the enchantments on this," she held up the cloth. "You can help me beta test it."

"Fascinating," Artemis studied the cloth. "What is it?"

Hecate smiled, "Step back."

When she did, Hecate tossed it on the ground, and instantly, the cloth expanded into a 7 by 7 cubit tent.

"The interior is air conditioned," Hecate told an awed Artemis, "It can fit four people, and has a buffet table and sleeping bags inside. Anything you put inside will collapse with the tent. I believe your hunters will find this useful."

Hecate muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "Alpha, beta, gamma, one, two, three," and the tent collapsed back into a handkerchief. She picked it up and handed it to Artemis. "Update me on the condition of the enchantments once in a while. And change the password for collapsing the tent to something more secure."

Artemis thought for a moment. Then a wickedly sharp grin came over her face, "Actaeon."

If Hecate found that strange, she didn't show it. "Now what is the reason of your visit?"

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When Artemis told Hecate her plan, the latter merely inclined her head in thought. Hecate wasn't the judgmental type, which was one of the things Artemis liked about her. "That takes quite a lot of effort to pull off. Very well, I will see what I can do. Come back in three days."

Three days? It took about nine days for a mortal to travel from Delos to Mount Etna, and nine more to travel back. Even if Orion was a giant, that should still be enough time for Hecate to prepare.

Artemis nodded, "Thank you."

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Sometime later, Artemis looked to her titan companion, "What does 'air-conditioned' mean?"

"I've absolutely no idea."

What was Artemis's plan? Stay tuned to find out!

Ancient Greece was not a champion of women's rights. Especially Athens, which was notoriously bad. This probably wouldn't sit well with Artemis, which was why Athens was on her hit list.

Why didn't Athena do anything about it, if she was its patron goddess?

Well, this play called the Eumenides had her saying something along the lines of "I'm always going to take the side of the male, except for marriage, because I technically don't have a mother, being born from Zeus's head and all. So killing your husband is not okay, no matter how much of a douche he was, but killing your mother is okay, because the mom's only job is to carry the kid and doesn't actually contribute to, you know, providing the genetic material (the Ancient Greeks had a very loose grasp of biology back then)."

Yeah.

This was probably just the playwright's bigotry showing through, but still. Not cool, Athena.

Maybe Artemis did eventually enact her plan to destroy Athens, during the Pelopennesian War. Look up the Plague of Athens.

Well, Hecate was fun to write. I have no idea why I decided to make Hecate's magic sound tech-y, but I don't regret it one bit. Clarke's third law, I guess?

And yep, that was the same tent that showed up in the Blood of Olympus. And that was how air conditioning was introduced to the hunters several millennia too early. Anachronisms are fun, aren't they?