Hey There the Story has been completed and I am making it clear that the second story is up since I am not allowed to just use a full chapter just for a small AN I Guess I will post a small snippet of the prologue in The Unknown Allegiance

Prologue Life as Usual

*First Person Point of View ~ Percy Jackson*

"Percy!"

I winced at the loud voice, but complied. Dropping down from the tree I had perched in, I made my way over to Artemis. She stood by the archery range, her hands on her hips, glaring at me.

"What seems to be the problem, milady?" I asked. It had been nearly a year since the war against Télionix, and Artemis seemed to have completely forgotten that she didn't hate me.

"You useless male! You've forgotten to sharpen the arrows!"

She continued her rant, pointing out different things that I'd forgotten to do. In my defence, she'd only just assigned me with the meaningless, time-consuming chores a few days ago, and I wasn't used to having to do them. I didn't see why her hunters couldn't do their own chores, but－quoting Artemis－doing the chores for them "helped protect them from the stress of doing so much work" so of course I felt compelled to do them.

I bowed deeply, knowing that I wouldn't be able to argue. "I'm terribly sorry milady. I will remember next time. For now, I will begin. Hopefully I can finish at a time of your liking." I gave another deep bow, and left to complete my tasks. It was safer to be the most polite I could possibly be while Artemis was going through this 'phase' of hers.

Once I was out of earshot, I sighed. What was wrong with her? I mean, I know that she swore to be an eternal maiden and everything, and she hates all men because of it, but we were at least friends after the war! Why was she all of a sudden hating me? She'd begun treating me like I killed her puppy ever since a few months ago, when she'd suddenly snapped at me, surprising myself and even some of her hunters. Since then, she been giving me the cold shoulder unless she was yelling at me or commanding me to do something.

Once I'd finished sharpening all five hundred arrows, I continued on to doing the laundry. Thankfully, the hunters hadn't refined back to their hateful ways towards me, and avoided getting dirty as much as they could. I mean, we lived in the forest twenty-four-seven, so it wasn't perfect, but at least they weren't just rolling in the mud for the fun of it.

After the laundry, I went out into the forest to collect firewood for that night's campfire. The hunters were going out to kill us some dinner, so I guess collecting firewood wasn't the worst job I could have.

I sent up silent prayers of thanks every so often because I spotted the hunters all doing their part of help me with my newly assigned chores, even though they weren't supposed to. Because of this, I sent them grateful smiles every time I got the chance.

As soon as I'd gotten to a point that I couldn't possibly carry another twig, I returned to our campsite, and dumped the large pile of wood rather ungracefully next to the circle of rocks where our previous campfire had been last night. Continuing on to neatly stack the twigs in a tipi position around a ball of dried grass, I left the campfire.

Scaling the tree, I resumed my position in the tree. It had been exactly two hours since Artemis had called me down. My eyes scanned over the camp, watching for anything that had changed. A few of the hunters had disappeared, but I knew that they'd gone off to hunt for dinner. The others remained in sight, which allowed me relief.

"Percy! Dinner!" Thalia called up to me about half an hour later.

"On my way!" I called down.

She gave me a thumbs up and walked over to the campfire. The rest of the hunters were already there, and the fire was growing, just bright enough to light up the semi-darkness. The sun was setting, and only a small sliver was peaking over the horizon as I slid down the tree to join them.

Settling down next to Thalia, I thanked Darcy as she handed out small platters of steaming meat and berries.

"What are you doing here?" a cold voice asked suddenly.

I looked up from my meal, and to no one's surprise, Artemis was standing in front of me. She glared coldly, her eyes sparking red. The sudden change of colour made me look closer, but it disappeared so quickly that I brushed it off as a reflection of the fire.

"I am terribly sorry, milady. I shall leave you and your hunters to your meals." I already knew what she was going to say, so I'd prepared, quickly saying my piece and standing to leave.

As I turned, a small hand hooked my arm. "Don't go."

It was Trisha, the newest hunter. She was only seven years old, and had been in the hunt for a tender time of two weeks. We'd picked her up just outside of Salt Lake City in Utah, where her stepfather was abusing her after her mother recently passed away. She was a daughter of Apollo, and she'd inherited his bright smile and gleaming golden-blonde hair.

I gave her a soft smile, but looking up at Artemis' glowering face, I said: "Sorry, I can't. I'll see you later, though?"

Trisha nodded slowly, her eyes betraying her disappointment.

"Just stay with Thalia. She'll keep you company," I said.

I felt bad about leaving her. We'd really connected since I saved her from her stepfather's grasp, slaying the man where he stood. At first, she'd been shy around everyone, even Artemis, but after the first day or so of travelling with us, she warmed up to me and I convinced her to join the hunters so that I'd be able to protect her from men like her stepfather.

I dropped down at the base of my tree, my butt perched very uncomfortably on a large knot where the roots rose up above the ground. I ate the rest of my meal there, in the cold darkness on the outskirts of camp. The hunters all sat around the fire, which was roaring and bright now, laughing and talking. Occasionally, one or two would turn to look at me mournfully, their eyes full of pity, but they wouldn't say anything.

We all knew that there was something wrong with Artemis. Not only had she suddenly gone icy towards me, but she'd begun to close herself off from the other hunters as well. Even Thalia, her half-sister and closest friend, would get the cold shoulder on an odd day.

I'd made a mental note to go talk to Zeus privately after the next council meeting to see if he knew what was going on with his daughter. Hopefully, he would take up the matter with the other Olympians, besides Artemis of course, and they'd be able to come up with a proper plan.