A/N: So...

Did anyone get up at 2 in the morning to see the lunar eclipse Tuesday?

-raises hand-

-looks around to see no one else's hands-

Oh...

Let's just update this for Project PULL.

Title: Headaches. Summary:

A lunar eclipse on the night of the winter solstice. Never a good idea for the goddess of the moon. The last thing she needs is her brother, her hunters, and her mother-in-law bugging her. Gods, couldn't they all just leave her alone?

Yeah. I was inspired by the lunar eclipse. Oh, Lost Hero references and spoilers.

Read on!

"Father, you must stop this nonsense of hiding from the demigods! We need them! "

Throb. Throb. Throb.

"Artemis, we don't need them! We can handle this ourselves."

Throb. Throb. Throb.

"Grandmother Gaea herself is waking. We cannot do this alone. Remember last time? We hardly made it out and that was with both of your groups of demigods!"

Throb. Throb. Throb.

"This meeting is adjourned." Artemis stalked out of the council room, her head still throbbing. A good part of her entity was made up of the moon aspect, and this night was a lunar eclipse. It gave her a tremendous headache, just having it near. During the real eclipse, she'd practically be a minor goddess.

Her hunters were waiting outside the council room.

"Lady Artemis," Thalia, her lieutenant surged forward. She started to ask how it went, but then stopped and frowned. "Are you ok?"

Artemis gritted her teeth. "Yes. I'm fine. It went fine. Zeus is just as thickheaded as usual." Thunder rumbled, louder, since they were closer to the source, and an angry voice from the council room shouted "Hey!" Artemis started to lead her hunters towards the elevator doors.

Throb. Throb. Throb.

Thalia didn't look convinced. After a moment, realization dawned on her.

"Oh. The eclipse. Will you be-"

"I'll be fine. Absolutely fine."

Thalia hesitated. "We won't...be affected...will we?"

Artemis paused. She saw the other hunters listening in closely out of the corner of her eye. "I shouldn't think so. You are mostly affected by the hunting side of my being. You might find yourselves a bit more...vulnerable than usual."

"Vulnerable?"

"The normal skill you have at night will be diminished. Other than that, you guys will be great." Unlike me, she thought darkly.

Throb. Throb. Throb.

"You guys head out. I'll catch up with you tomorrow. I still want to try to get some points across."

"My lady-"

"I'll be fine, half-blood," Artemis hissed. Thalia looked taken aback, but she nodded and led the hunters the rest of the way to the elevator.

Finally alone, she was angry with herself for speaking so crossly to her lieutenant. In rage, she punched a wall through. The inhabitants of the house weren't very happy and grumbled colorfully... till they saw who it was.

"So sorry, Lady Artemis." The minor god apologized. "But, ah, could you fix it, please?"

Throb. Throb. Throb.

Artemis groaned, and raised her hand.

All of a sudden, her headache increased tenfold. She gasped audibly and her knees buckled.

It had begun.

"Lady Artemis?" the nervous minor god asked. Artemis gathered herself and thought past the pain. She raised her hand again and waved it over the hole.

Nothing happened.

"Η μητέρα σου ήταν ένα δύσοσμο χάμστερ! Αυτό δεν μπορεί να συμβαίνει!" she hissed in Ancient Greek. The god stared at her, extremely confused.

And then, curse it all, she heard him.

"Hey little sis!" Apollo called from down the way.

Throb. Throb. Throb.

She growled emphatically.

"I am not your...never mind." she snapped. He practically skipped up to her, so evident was his frivolity. Then, he noticed the hole.

"Hurting poor inanimate objects won't help you!" he tsked, fixing it with a wave of his hand. Then, he had the nerve to throw a jovial arm around her shoulders. Artemis glared at it, but allowed him to lead her back up the steps and into the throne room.

Apollo leaned into her ear. "Hey. I noticed that freak out. You ok?"

Artemis wanted to punch his face like she did the wall. "I'll be fine. I'm just...tired."

He looked concerned. "Gods don't get tired."

"Well, this one does. I've just argued with Father and now this...situation has occurred and it just all happened at the same time, so it's not a big deal. I just need some time alone. Like, a few hours. Then, tomorrow, I'll be fine."

"If you say so, chica," Apollo shrugged. He pulled his arm off her shoulders and sauntered away.

Artemis sighed and flopped into her throne. She shrank to normal human size and curled up in the fur of the deer she had draped over her throne. Sighing in relief, she laid back and closed her eyes.

"Artemis?"

Throb. Throb. Throb.

"Artemis, dear, what are you doing?" Hera asked condescendingly. Artemis sighed again and sat back up. Hera towered over her, hands on her hips. Artemis set her face belligerently

"Hoping everyone would leave me alone," she snarled. Hera didn't move an inch.

"Well, who better to have when you want to be solitary than I?" she asked rhetorically. Anyone else, Artemis thought, anyone but you.

She knew she still had about an hour of the intense pain, and the rest of the night with a headache. She did not have the strength to deal with her patronizing mother-in-law.

"Artemis, honey, are you all-right? You don't look so good," she said mockingly.

Throb. Throb. Throb.

"I'm fine," she insisted for the billionth time that day. Hera pursed her lips in fake concern and gestured to the room next to Artemis, asking if she could sit.

Artemis didn't have enough energy to deny her the seat.

Hera perched herself next to her and shrank as well. Then, just like Apollo, she threw her arm about her shoulders and pulled her into a half hug, which Artemis did not return.

"Oh, hun, you are not fine! It's a lunar eclipse! You must be exhausted and-"

"I. Am. Fine." Artemis enunciated through clenched teeth.

Throb. Throb. Throb.

"Well, that's ok." Hera said. "I'll just sit with you through the whole thing. It'll be fun! We'll-"

Artemis had had enough. She leapt off the throne with a fury and grew again. "Hera, I really don't want your company. I don't want anyone's company. I want to be alone. Everybody just leave me ALONE! How many languages can I say it in till you get it? Μόνος. Solitas. Seul. Solamente. ALONE!"

She stalked off, leaving Hera with a fake, innocent, 'what-did-I-do?' look on her face. Artemis stormed out the door and transported out of Olympus.

She didn't return to her hunters-they'd be fine without her. Instead, she went to her favorite bit of forest in the entire world, curled up, and cried through the pain.

Fiascos like this could be avoided if the other gods weren't so gods-darned annoying!

A/N: So, what do you think? I had a lot of fun looking up all the languages, though I got distracted a couple times.

The languages at the end are, in order, Greek, Latin, French, and Spanish. Oh, and if you want to Google translate the bit of Greek she yelled when she punched the wall through, I'll just tell you now, the first bit is an inside joke.

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Merry Christmas!