-Artemis-

"It's me, Artemis," she said quietly. She couldn't move her hand. It was like it was magnetically attracted to him. If she moved it, Orion would vanish, like a ghost. The boy looked at her in confusion, and he took a step back away from her. Pain of the strongest kind washed through her, making her chest feel like it was shriveling up from the inside. She took a step back towards him. Her hand felt strangely empty now that it wasn't placed on his skin. There was something in his eyes, fear, she thought, and he backed further away from her. The Orion she knew wasn't scared of her. Artemis hadn't changed her appearance all that much from what she normally looked like. She looked almost exactly the same as she did when she was with Orion all those years ago. How could he not recognize her?

"I'm sorry, I've never met you before," he assured her. Was he lying? Was this some sick, twisted plot? Could he be telling the truth? Artemis knew of magic, magic that was extremely old and powerful, older than herself. Even she did not fully comprehend it. Reincarnation was possible. No two people in the entire world looked exactly the same, that was impossible, as far as she knew. They could look similar, but there was always something that was slightly different. Doubt was flooding her mind. Hadn't she seen crazier things happen in the world that were never supposed to be able to happen?

"Your name is Orion, though?" she questioned, annoyance coloring her tone. He didn't contradict her, so that must have been his name. She looked over the boy one more time. He looked exactly the same from what she could tell.

Her gaze went to his arm, and her stomach got a queasy feeling. The boy had a scar on his arm, a scar in the same spot as Orion had. Scratch that, it was the exact same scar. Orion had gotten it when she became a bit competitive when they were hunting the Erymanthian Boar. He was not about to kill it with that damned club he carried around before she did! She had shot the arrow, killing the boar before he could. It may have grazed his arm; he had been really close, perhaps seconds away from delivering a death-blow when she shot it. It was one of the few times Orion had yelled at her. He started complaining about having to clean it and that it was just going to get infected. Then, he spouted that he would die from the infection, all because she couldn't stand to lose. Artemis had been awfully angry at the accusation. No one questioned a goddess, and she made sure that he remembered that. After their tussle, Artemis politely reminded him that he was not going to die, that she'd just get Apollo to heal it. It took some bargaining on her part to get it done, but her brother could not get the scar to go away. Some things, like scars left by the arrows of goddesses, where just meant to be permanent. This was her Orion, the boy she spent years trying to get over, the boy she became a maiden for.

"You are him. I know you are him. Do you not remember me?"

Orion just took another step back. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She reached for him again, but she felt an arm go around her waist. She didn't have to turn to see who it was. She knew the touch and feel of her brother.

"Apollo, let me go," she ground out, focusing her attention on the retreating boy.

"I'm sorry, I don't know you," Orion said desperately. He started to back away, and Artemis could not let him leave.

"Apollo, let me go or I will knock the living shit out of you," she threatened her brother. Who did her brother think he was, stopping her from doing something she wanted to do? He should know better than to test her temper! She was putting up a real struggle now, and Orion just watched on in a daze. He looked like he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. "Orion!"

"Grab her!" Apollo groaned. Artemis realized that Hestia and Hermes were both beside Apollo, looking rather uncomfortable.

"I don't want to grab her! What if she punches me?" Hermes started.

"Hermes! Grab her, or I will punch you!"

Apollo was grunting in effort to keep her contained, but he managed to pull her back a couple of feet. She sadly had to admit that while she could best her brother in archery, he was stronger than she was. She knew she was making a scene, but it was like something inside of her snapped. It just happens with gods sometimes. There were plenty of stories about gods acting rashly, and here was a perfect example. She just didn't understand! How could he not remember her, when she remembered him for years? Artemis dreamed about him, for crying out loud! He was her best friend, her hunting companion, and she had missed him. Artemis did not miss mortals.

"Why do you think you know me?" he asked her in a frustrated tone.

"Ahm..so, she's…. you're," Hestia started. "Oh gods, I don't know how to explain this."

"What?" he replied, a blush forming on his cheeks. Orion always got a blush when he was embarrassed or really confused.

"Let go!" Artemis cried once more. She elbowed her brother in the stomach, and his breath came out in a violent huff. He bent over slightly, but his hold on her didn't waiver.

"Orion?" a soft voice called.

A girl stood a few feet away from him, her hands gripping on to her bag. He turned to look at the girl, whom Artemis recognized as Cas. An unfamiliar feeling blossomed in Artemis. She wasn't angry exactly, but it was the closest way to describe what she felt. She stopped struggling for just a moment, and Apollo took the opportunity to get a better grip on her. Cas looked Artemis in shock, and she quickly averted her gaze back to Orion.

"Are you okay?" she asked apprehensively. He looked towards her, his brows furrowing together. It was the look he would get on his face when he was considering something. He stepped towards her his hand enclosing around her arm. The feeling inside Artemis intensified, like a volcano exploding.

"I'm fine," he assured her. "Let's go."

He led her away, but she looked questioningly between their group and Orion. Artemis grunted and renewed her efforts to get away from her brother. Apollo was starting to lose his grip as he dragged her back into an alley.

"Stop it, Artemis! Everyone is looking at us!"

"I don't care!" she wailed. She was going crazy, she knew it. She didn't know if an immortal could go crazy, but this had to be what it felt like. Her mind was going in a thousand different directions. How could this happen? Why didn't he remember her? Why wasn't her brother freaking out? How in Tartarus could she wind up bumping into him of the billions of people in the world?

"ARTEMIS! Get hold of yourself!"

Athena stood in front of her. Her hands were on her hips, and she was seething in rage. Artemis just glared at her, wishing she could blast her siblings with her divine form. That would teach them to mess with her! …and it would also kill every mortal in the vicinity, including Orion. She finally managed to get out of her brother's grasp by stomping on his foot. He cried out in pain, and she stepped back so she was out of their reach.

Artemis had never felt so conflicted with her emotions. The others looked at her strangely. She could tell there was pity of some of their faces, as well as apprehension. They were all frightened of what she would do, as they should be.

"You are attracting attention," Athena ground out. "Do you want to get into more trouble with Father all because you think some mortal looks like that guy you use to run around in the woods with?!"

"It's him, Athena!"

"Artemis," Apollo sighed. "Orion is dead; he died a long time ago."

"I know that!" she snapped back. They just didn't understand. "He has the same scars and everything. I don't know how he is back, but I know that it is him!"

"Maybe he re-birthed?" Hestia offered hesitantly. "I'm sure he would have gone to Elysium."

"He wouldn't have looked the exactly the same though! That's never happened! Why would it happen now!?"

She began pacing, and she could feel her godly powers start to lose control. The grass around them began to grow at an alarming rate, and the ivy on the side of the school building was multiplying dangerously. Every animal within a mile began calling and howling. Even they could feel the goddess's agitation, so why didn't her siblings get the point?

"Artemis," he brother began. She shook her head, looking at the ground. She continued to pace, carving a path in the now knee-high grass. She knew this place was starting to look like the middle of the woods instead of the outskirts of New York City.

"Artemis, look at me."

Artemis paused and turned to her brother. He held out his hand, a solemn expression on his face. He knew what a wreck she was after Orion had died. He had been there.

"Let's go home," he murmured to her. Apollo was silly, immature, and a pain in her godly ass, but he was her twin, her brother. Some things he just understood about her, and now, he knew she needed to get away. She walked over to him, grasping her hand in his own. She felt the pull, and she vanished from the alleyway along with her brother.

They reappeared in their apartment, and Apollo immediately put his arms around her. She hugged him back. He may have annoyed her at times, but Artemis knew that he cared deeply for her. She couldn't help but remember all those times he tried to cheer her up, all those little punishments he took for her so she wouldn't have to deal with them.

"How can he be back? It makes no sense!" she stuttered into his chest. Apollo pulled back, giving her a questioning look.

"I don't know," he responded. It was silent for just a few minutes, and Artemis began to feel a little suspicious. When Orion died, it had been crazy. Her brother and she weren't entirely sure who killed Orion, but they blamed the scorpion that Gaea sent. It was a terrible accident, which is why Apollo tried so hard to cheer her up. He knew exactly what he looked like or should have known what he looked like well enough to have a sense of recognition. She knew he viewed mortals as passing beings. Apollo was never one to be attached to one for very long.

"You didn't know about this did you?" she inquired of him with narrowed eyes. Apollo just shook his head. She sat down on their couch, and he sat beside her, turning so he could face her.

"Artemis, I had no idea he was at the same school when we came here. You are positive it's him?"

Artemis nodded her head, explaining about the scar. He just nodded, looking thoughtful.

"We could go to Father, see if he will let us out of this punishment."

"You and I both know that there is not a chance in Tartarus that is happening with Hera in such a bad mood. Plus, he'd want to know why we would want out, and that will get the others in trouble. I don't feel like watching my back for the next thousand years, do you? Athena is spiteful as hell."

"Well then, what do you want to do?" he sighed.

That was an interesting thought to Artemis. What did she want to do? This boy, whoever he was, intrigued her. If she got to know him better, was there a possibility he would remember? She could at least find out if this was just a freak accident of nature, and he was just a doppelgänger or something. She honestly didn't think that, but she had to know if this was the same man she had trusted on her hunts all those years ago. There was nothing wrong with a good hunt! She enjoyed the chase, figuring out problems. It gave her a rush. She looked at her brother, an idea already forming in her scheming mind.

"We aren't going to say a word to Father, and since it is your fault we have found ourselves in this mess, you are going to go along with it and get the others to as well. I promise I will not lose my senses as I did today, as long as you promise to go along with my idea," she replied smugly.

"Which is what?" he questioned apprehensively.

"I'm going to befriend this mortal."

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I am posting later than normal. I hated to leave you guys on a cliff hanger. So, what do you think? Any theories?

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