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Olympus

After leaving the tent, Artemis teleported to Olympus to meet with two gods who she hoped would give her some answers. Opening the door to the throne room, she stopped for a moment and looked around at the walls and art. Even though she had been in the room thousands of times, she was still amazed at the beauty of the room.

"Hello Artemis, what brings you here today?" A young and polite voice asked. Artemis turned towards the direction of the voice to find a young girl near the hearth of the room.

"I am here to talk to Poseidon and Ares, Aunt Hestia." She replied. Hestia raised an eyebrow at the answer, she rarely talked to the male gods of Olympus.

She then proceeded to her throne where she sent out a call to Poseidon and Ares via Iris messaging. While she waited she pondered why this mysterious boy would hate her. She couldn't remember ever meeting him before the attack.

Before she could think any farther, a sea breeze flowed into the room and started to condense into one of the gods she was waiting for. Poseidon was tall, one of the tallest on the council. He often adopted older look for himself and almost always had a more relaxed posture. Artemis knew better though to underestimate the lord of the sea. He had seen much more than her and had fought against enemies that made the monsters she hunted look like insects in comparison. He approached his throne and when he was comfortable he turned towards Artemis with a curious look on his face.

"You called me here Artemis?" He asked.

"Yes, but we must wait for Ares before we start the conversation." She responded.

Seconds later in a bright flash of light in the color of red, Ares appeared. He was a brute in Artemis' opinion, all strength and no wisdom. They might have been family, but that didn't mean she had to like him. He walked to his throne and when he relaxed he turned towards Artemis and Poseidon he asked the question that was still on Poseidon's mind.

"You got a problem huntress? Something you can't handle yourself?" He asked with an arrogant smile on his face.

"I asked you both here because I have a question about a boy in the colonies, a leader of a militia. His name is Perseus Jackson." She said.

Within seconds of saying the name 'Perseus Jackson' a multitude of things happened that she didn't expected. The air became poisonous with emotions of hatred and sadness. She turned to Poseidon to see he had an aura of pure anger and hate, most of it directed at Ares. His body was glowing a dark green aura that reminded her of the bottom of the ocean, a cold and merciless place. She was surprised, for Poseidon didn't get angry very often and almost never to this extent.

Artemis turned her head towards Ares to see even more surprises. The war god had his head down and posture crouched, like a child waiting for punishment. The only emotions she could discern was shame and sadness, emotions she had almost never seen on his face. Before she could examine any more, Poseidon spoke up.

"What would you like to know?" He asked Artemis, glaring at Ares.

"Who is he?" She asked, curious why he was so angry.

"Perseus Jackson is my son; he was a well-known warrior in Greece until one event ruined his life." He replied.

"What event?" She questioned.

Poseidon turned towards her and that was when she realized why many saw him as powerful and why he was one not to be trifled with. His gaze held a hatred that only those who had seen much could hold. His muscles were tense as he was ready for a fight, most likely towards Ares with how he has been acting. His hands gripped his Trident so hard his knuckles were white.

Artemis was powerful and tough in her own right, but when she saw his gaze, she turned her head away nearly immediately. The amount of emotion in his eyes was too much for her. Before Poseidon could attack Ares, Hestia left the hearth and calmed her brother. Calming down, Poseidon turned towards Ares and spoke in a tone that sent shivers down both Ares' and Artemis' spines.

"How about you tell her Ares? Tell her about your grand revenge you brought upon my boy!" He yelled slamming his trident into the ground. Ares didn't lift his head up and didn't respond. That was when Artemis realized something. Ares, the god of war, was afraid. Eventually he did respond, but still didn't lift his head.

"The event that changed that boy's life was the Trojan War." He answered.

"Wait! He doesn't even look 21! Is he immortal?" Artemis rapidly said.

"Not exactly, Perseus Jackson and his men are cursed immortals." Was Ares response.

"Cursed immortals?" She was again surprised. Cursed immortals were rare to say the least. They couldn't age or die like gods, but instead of ichor running through their veins, it was mortal blood. It came with a price though. Cursed immortals became like they were from angering a god. When you became a cursed immortal, the god you angered would curse you with a punishment as bad as something from the Fields of Punishment. Even so, cursed immortals were temporarily immortal. They lived an average of two hundred to three hundred years.

"Perseus and his men were Myrmidons in the Trojan War. Perseus himself was very close to Achilles and would train with him. His skill with a blade was on par with Achilles. They were practically brothers. His powers over water though were also incredibly powerful." Ares said.

"How powerful?" Artemis interrupted.

"Perseus has power over earthquakes and ice. One of my few sons who are powerful enough to do so." Poseidon answered.

"After the death of Patroclus, Perseus was just as angry as Achilles, but reigned in his anger to try and stop Achilles from becoming too brutal in battle. When Achilles died though Perseus became a monster of men from his anger. He was especially angry at Apollo. When the Greeks were let into the city, he let lose all his anger. Any Trojan soldier who tried to fight him was killed without mercy. He slew any priests of Apollo he found. He searched the city for Paris. He was able to capture Paris before the Trojan prince could escape and what he did to the prince would make any man puke. After it all ended he realized what he did and was ashamed. During the voyage home, he didn't talk to anyone." Ares continued.

"That still does not explain why they are cursed immortals." Artemis said.

"When Perseus and his men returned home, he only encountered more bad news. His mother and the families of some of his men had been killed by mercenaries hired by the Trojans before Troy fell. The men who had lost loved ones became even more angry when they found out that the mercenaries had relations toward myself and Apollo. They blamed Apollo and myself. They traveled through the countryside burning temples dedicated to us. They hoped to get a reaction from us."

"Well? What did you do?" Artemis asked. She actually felt bad for Perseus, so much death in so little of time.

"Apollo and I agreed to fight them. Perseus and his friend Nico faced off against us and we were nearly killed by them. Apollo was able to escape with a broken arm and jaw, while I barely got away with a partially amputated leg and a stomach wound. We barely scratched those men. Once we got far enough away, we cursed them."

"And what was the curse?"

Ares did not respond and just sat still and not looking at anyone. When Poseidon noticed he answered the question.

"My son Perseus and his men are cursed to live as long as there is a war or battle to fight and have to fight in the wars. He and his men are not able to die. Every wound one man has to endure, they all have to endure." Poseidon yelled.

Artemis was horrified. An immortal life of war, death, and pain. A cursed immortal, while physically immortal, was still a mortal mentally and emotionally. How have these men stayed sane for so long? The pain they must have felt throughout time must have been horrible. Her thoughts were broken when Ares flashed away.

"Good riddance" she heard. She turned to see a hateful frown on Poseidon's face. His sister was still next to him, keeping him calm. "I will be taking my leave; the sea can be very unpredictable." Poseidon said flashing away.

"I wonder if I could have a conversation with Perseus." Artemis said. Hestia turned to her in worry.

"That wouldn't be a good idea Artemis." Hestia replied. "While Perseus doesn't hate all the gods of Olympus, there are a select few that he harbors a hatred for. Ares and Apollo are definitely two. There are one or two others, but he also hates you."

"Why would he hate me?" Artemis questioned. "I have done nothing against him."

"Nothing recently, but before Perseus went to Troy alongside Achilles, his stepfather was killed while hunting. When Perseus found his body, there was a silver arrow sticking out of him." Hestia answered.

Artemis went silent at that fact. She now knew why Perseus hated her, she and her hunters had killed Perseus' stepfather. To top it off with her brother helping kill Achilles, she shouldn't expect any type of warm welcome from the son of Poseidon.

Hestia see this, put a hand on her shoulder and told Artemis to follow her. Deciding to do so, she followed Hestia to her temple on Olympus.

"I have conquered an empire, but I have not been able to conquer myself."

-Peter the Great