Irony: noun— the expression of one's meaning by using language that normally signifies the opposite, typically for humorous or emphatic effect.

Third Person:

In a world of war, battle, gods and myths, noise is something you want to hear. So Artemis was terrified when she heard the most horrifying noise known to man.

Silence.

Absolute and utter silence.

Why is silence— something known as peaceful, something sought by mankind— so terrifying? Because this is hell, and hell is a place of torment and anguished souls and monsters. So naturally, when Artemis heard no sound, she became horrified of the near future. Of course, she wasn't going to let her enemies know.

Artemis slowly felt herself going insane, with a thing as simple as silence. Silence is not even a living thing. It is simply the lack or the absence of sound. Although silence is the lack of noise, it does not lack power. It is powerful enough to make the most sane man to ever live, crumple to his knees.

Artemis decided to try and calm herself by crawling over to her left-for-dead husband, and try to wake him. When she came to no avail, she wrapped her arms around his torso and started shaking his whole body by pushing all her weight against him. "Percy," she grunted. "Percy, honey, wake up!" Now, Artemis wasn't normally one to use words such as "honey," "baby" or "babe" but she was really getting desperate to get herself and her husband out of the hell hole alive.

After shaking and pounding her husband against the wall, Artemis was beginning to tire and sweat. Artemis is a life-long hunter, she never sweats. That's probably what happens when you try to wake up the Perseus Jackson, she shrugged.

After sitting down for a whole minute, she decided to take a new approach to her. . . situation. She slowly stood up, and walked over to the bars of the cell, looking left and right, down familiar looking halls. She grabbed her dagger from the sheath on her lower back, and started to silently hack at the silver chains burning at her husband's wrists.

When she heard him groan and saw him shift, she nearly shouted in glee and gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek before slashing at the chains with renewed vigor.

When she started hearing foot steps coming her way, she cursed under her breath and did one thing she knew would wake Percy up.

She stabbed him in the thigh.

He woke up, eyes wide, and roared in the sudden unfamiliar pain. She looked up and thanked the Fates her Husk was okay, before looking back at his thigh and pulling the dagger out. She immediately set her hand on his thigh, over the cut, so that his ichor could healthily clot and close the cut. She heard Percy wince but looked up to see him give her a forced smile.

"You know," he started with a cracking voice, Artemis looked at him, waiting for something helpful to come out of his mouth, "if you wanted to touch me there was no reason to stab me. All you have to do is ask," he said, lightening the mood. Artemis shook her head and looked down at his thigh. The cut was fully healed. It did, Artemis grimly noticed, take longer than it should have.

The footsteps got louder and louder by the step. Percy, being the brave man he is, immediately whispered to Artemis to "play dead," whatever that meant. Gods can't die. Maybe he meant to act like they were still sleeping? Artemis went back to where she woke up, after taking the dagger back and cleaning the ichor off her hand, and curled up the way she was before all this happened. She tightly closed her eyes, and waited.

With every step the approaching demon took, Artemis began to untangle little bits of Percy's plan.

One time, she and her sisters (the Hunt) were hunting for dinner. They had come across a sleeping heard of deer. Deciding it was very low to feed on unsuspecting game, and would be a big hit to their, well, ego if they did hunt sleeping deer, they left to find other foods.

Artemis understood now. Just act as if you're sleeping, and buy yourself more time to get out of here. That was Percy's master plan.

Did he have a Plan B in mind?

The footsteps became so loud, they were unbearable. Artemis actually tried to really fall asleep to escape the horror of knowing someone dangerous is within feet of her. Artemis absolutely hated feeling weak and scared, but she has a family. She has things she didn't have before, and she can't afford to leave them, or worse, have them leave her.

The footsteps, from what Artemis could hear, were less than two cells away from them.

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". . . and then, we will move in—"

Amy came running into the tent, cutting Thalia and Phoebe off as they made a battle plan. "Thalia! Thalia!"

Thalia closed her eyes, took in a deep breath, and turned around to see little Amy. She smiled and picked her up, setting her on the side of her hip. "Hey, A! What's up?" Thalia frowned as she watched the little ball of energy try to catch her breath.

"It's Arty. Arty, she hasn't been back for three hours!" She exclaimed in a worried tone. Thalia didn't even correct Amy on the way she called Artemis something only Apollo and Percy dare to call her. "Really? If I sent out a small group to search would that help you calm down?" Thalia tried to be a good friend and lieutenant. Amy nodded her head. "Alright," she turned to Phoebe and nodded.

"Let's get a team going."

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"You!" Zeus bellowed as he pointed a finger accusingly at Poseidon.

"I'm going to strip your bastard of his powers and immortality. I am going to send him into a punishment only you and Apollo can even dream about dreaming of. There will be no trials. He shall die abandoned! How dare he! My daughter is out there, lost, BECAUSE OF HIM!" He thundered. Poseidon kept a solemn face throughout his brother's outrage.

"I am going to tear him limb from limb, and—and, crumble him up into a ball so that I can hold his little form in my hand and crush it! Then—"

Hestia, seeming to have enough of this, and cut in. "Zeus."

"Then I'm going to feed him to…"

"Zeus!"

"WHAT?"

Everyone in the throne room gasped. No one dared yell at Hestia. She was beautiful, but powerful and quiet. Things that dangerous things would be described as.

She kept her cool.

"Zeus, little brother, I would appreciate it if you did not speak about my first Champion/son as such. He loves Artemis, I am sure he is doing all in his power to protect her. He just needs time."

Hestia, using her powers just a little bit, calmed the thunder god down. He sat down in his seat, and letting go a very long breath, looked at his brother.

"Three weeks. That's it," and flashed away.