Chocolate414 Here- I apologize for not posting in a while. I've been super busy. I hope this chapter brings some more interested readers. Tell me what you think.

Chapter 2

The city of Potaidaea is a simple place. With it's happy people and it's major quality in livestock, one would think it was just another town.

However, over the years its become a minor heroic site. There have been stories told on how the warrior princess started her good path in this town. Beating Draco in a duel and saving the village's young women from slavery. How the same warrior princess taught a simple farm girl from Potaidaea how to fight, become independent, and saved the village again from another warlord.

With such tales, its no wonder, why this city seemed so alive. Why men, women, and children still seemed to feel safe with the army of greece more than four days away from their town.

The happiness made Callisto sick.

The immortal warrior decided to ride a day ahead of her army just to get an impression of Gabrielle's village. No one seemed to recognize who she was and that made the blonde smile. Her work in the southern areas of greece seemed to have gone unnoticed to other villages. Glancing around, the warrior surveyed the area. There was only one black smith here. After asking around, she was surprised that it was a woman and not a man who was operating the shop. Walking through the town square a few people directed her to where it was located. After walking around and looking at some of the tools and weapons on displays she came face to face with woman covered in soot, with a black apron, and a bucket of water in her hands.

"Can I help you?" The woman gave Callisto a once over. Noticing her battle attire and a few of the knives the blonde had on display.

"Are you the town black smith?" Callisto looked into the other woman's eyes and was surprised at how beautiful they were. The other woman nodded. "I am in need of someone to fix my sword." Callisto pulled the sword off her back and presented it to the other woman. She'd gotten Dante to pick up one of her men's damaged swords.

Although she wished to destroy Gabrielle's village, she would still harvest any good men or WOMEN she thought she would be able to use within her army. Those that presented certain skills wouldn't be killed for no reason. Looking around Callisto could tell that this woman had skills. From axes, to swords, to knives, chain mails, hooves, even shields, this woman had talent. The other woman looked at the sword and saw how bent and bruised it was. She then looked quizzically at the blonde in front of her.

"I can have this fixed for you by the end of the day. Come back in four hours. It'll be three dinars. You can pay me when the work is complete.'' Callisto nodded and then handed over the sword. She turned around, heading out of the shop but then stopped.

"Can I have your name?" Callisto watched as the black smith set the sword down and then poured water on her face. Callisto watched as the soot and dirt dripped off of the other woman and noted how long her dark hair was.

"Alexandra" With a nod Callisto left.

Alexandra watched her until she turned the corner.

Aphrodite stormed into Artemis' layer. To say that she was not happy would be an understatement. After some searching, she found her sister staring into the mystic pool. Noticing that someone had invaded her privacy, the hellenic goddess of the hunt stood to her full height and regarded her sister with a grunt. Aphrodite was never one to frown but when she did, it meant that there was a major problem. Artemis began to cower under her sister's glare and tried to look at anything instead of the pink goddess in front of her.

Aphrodite had found out.

Without saying a word, the goddess of love had found out in a matter of seconds, a secret that Artemis had kept for almost twenty seasons. Aphrodite moved her hands to her hips and gave her little sister a look that said, " Tell me everything!" Artemis stepped forward and finally looked her sister in the eye. Aphrodite's glare seemed to lessen when she saw the tear streaks on Artemis' cheeks. Stepping forward Aphrodite pulled Artemis into a hug and then they both sat down at one of the tables.

"I have a child." Finally speaking what was on both of their minds, Artemis pulled her emotions together. Aphrodite only nodded.

"I have a niece." The blonde goddess gave a small smile and then spoke again.

"Why is it that I have just found out about my niece today? Why have the fates said that she is the main force that may bring down greece?" A look of remorse covered Artemis' face.

This is all her fault. Zeus would be furious. The other Gods would hate her for this.

A child that was made out of love but born from heart break. Who's life had been hell from the start, who prayed to the Gods for help but never received an answer, who grew up into one of, if not, the coldest, most insane, and most skilled warlords that ever lived.

And from the depths of tartarus itself used her hatred and skill to become immortal.

"Rage, anguish, fear, and hurt plague this persons heart."

Yes, what Atropis said was true. And after looking at her daughter completely for the first time in years. She knew that what the fates had said may not even scratch the surface.

"Aphrodite I need your help." The blonde goddess noticed the amount of fear in Artemis' eyes.

"Whatever you need."

Callisto set up camp near the village by the lake. She always felt better when she was by nature. The forest was close by and after giving it a small glance, Callisto decided to go hunting after she took a moment to herself.

Closing her eyes and focusing on her surroundings, the immortal gave her mind the rest it needed. The blonde had the ability to hear things almost one hundred yards away when she focused. Her strength seemed to multiply when she gave her body the rest it needed and she focused on the nature surrounding her. When she became immortal, Callisto developed a few new abilities but that was all. Outside of not dying, there wasn't much else.

That fact pissed her off. All of the tales she heard, told her about the new abilities one could gain as an immortal. As a mortal she already had most of those abilities and she didn't seem to understand the major excitement of having them.

As a child she thought everyone could run at full speed for hours, or hear things miles away, her hunting abilities were idolized by warriors three times her age as a child, and her ability to withstand any type of weather such as the freezing cold for days without getting sick or freezing to death made her a wonder within her village as a child. Her mother, although she loved her, sometimes looked at her as if she was someone else when she did certain things. Her little sister couldn't do half the things she could do and they were only two seasons apart. When her village was destroyed, she taught her self how to use a sword.

She was only eleven years old.

Many knew about her skills with a sword but if they knew her ability with a bow and arrow, they would die with freight.

Sometimes when she slept, she would imagine another woman, though not her mother she still gave her that feeling as if she was. Her long dark hair and glowing dark brown eyes would scare her as a child but now they provided her comfort.

And when she let her mind roam free away from her surroundings, the rage, the anger, the insanity, sometimes she could see her.

Who this woman was, she never knew, but the connection she felt to her was the strongest she'd felt to anyone.

Unbeknownst to her, up on Olympus, this same woman felt it too.

The next chapter I plan on having a battle scene and finally bringing Xena into the picture. Also, Artemis will have to tell her father and the rest of the Gods about Callisto and trust me, he will not be happy.