The Goddess of the Hunt was, to say the least, angry. Artemis was so mad at herself that she wouldn't mind if she was beaten to a bloody pulp, because she deserved it. Memories of Percy's fight with Polybotes flashed through her mind, and she frowned.

How could she have let him down like that?

She was the Olympian, the stronger one, the better one, there was no reason for her to have let Percy fight that Giant on his own. He was powerful, what with being the first son of Poseidon and all, but Artemis had felt Polybotes' power in the air, she could almost see it rising off of him. She had wanted to help, but when she had seen and felt how powerful the son of Gaea was, she had just frozen.

The Goddess of the Hunt, froze.

Artemis snorted in disgust, and shook her head. She was one of the most powerful beings on Earth, a daughter of Zeus and Leto, Queen of the Hunt, Mistress of Archery, and she had frozen, just because of one enemy? And yet, the Minor Godling, the one she called her best friend, the only suitable male that she knew, had charged right out to meet the Giant that was meant to kill his very own father? It wasn't really the fact that Percy had been able to fight Polybotes, but the fact that she couldn't. She was Artemis, for Zeus' sake, she was the ice queen, since when did an ice queen freeze?

Artemis punched the tree next to her, and watched as it collapsed to the ground by her feet. As Goddess of the Wilderness, she could feel the life force and spirit of the animals and wild, but the forest seemed quiet to her, and she just didn't feel right without Percy by her side.

Her silver bow appeared in her hand, and she lifted her head to the sky, and sniffed the air. She couldn't seem to get a lock on anything, even with her powers stretched to their limit and her senses at full, she just could not find the stupid Giant.

For that matter, actually, she could not find anything, her sense of tracking was gone.

Artemis scowled, and began to walk forward again. She hated the fact that she had frozen, but now wasn't the time to focus on it-it wasn't the time to beat herself up over it, either. She had to make sure the girl was okay.

"Zoë." Artemis said as she stepped into the small clearing, and the girl immediately snapped to attention.

Zoë Nightshade, daughter of the Titan Atlas, was somebody that Artemis found she was quiet fond of. Strong, intelligent, but she had been hurt by Artemis' horrible brother, Heracles. If she could find more girls like Zoe, more girls that were strong enough to understand that they did not need anyone, then Artemis knew she could make a great force for the Gods. Girls who were blessed with eternal life, and had that life to train and make themselves better, a hundred maybe fifty years down the line, they would be better than any man to ever come along.

"Lady Artemis." Zoë said, and pushed her black hair to the side. She seemed nervous, her coal-like eyes glittered with unsureness and slight fear. "What are you doing here?"

"I've brought you a few things." Artemis said, and handed Zoë a bracelet. "A bow and a quiver that will refill itself," Artemis explained, and Zoë stared at the silver piece of jewelry for a second, before putting it on her wrist. "A hunting knife," Zoë took the Celestial Bronze knife from Artemis' fingers, and stared at it.

"Thank you, My Lady." Zoë said softly, and held the hunting knife tightly in her hands.

"You're welcome." Artemis told her, before glancing around at the woods. "I won't be able to visit you for a few days, but I wish for you to hunt. Sharpen your skills, and learn to tra-" Artemis stopped when she realized that Zoë couldn't track, the God of Tracking was powerless, which meant his domain wouldn't be acting right. So, even if she could teach herself to track, it would all be wrong because Percy wasn't, well, in his right mind. "Just hunt and sharpen your skills."

"Okay," Zoë stared at Artemis, her black eyes becoming more unsure than fearful. "Is everything okay, M'lady?" she asked, and Artemis frowned as she looked around.

"No, no, I'm just worried about a few things on Olympus." Artemis paused, and looked up at the dull night sky. "I must go, Zoë. I'll check on you when I can, and be careful."

Yeah, I know, I update for the first time in months, and it completely sucks. I'm sorry, but I just don't know what to do with this story anymore. I was thinking that I might re-write it, but I'm not sure yet.

Anyways, Zoë has been introduced...what did you guys think? You'll be seeing her a lot in this story, you'll actually be seeing a lot of her POV, probably. I think that she's the coolest person ever, and I'm interested in writing her view on things, but I might just let you guys decide who's view you get.

I hope you liked it, even though it was terribly short, and I hope you'll forgive me for the lack of length. I promise that I'll work through this story, no matter what, I will get to the end of this God damn story!

So, loved it, hated it, thought it was awful, I don't care, it's your choice, but I do want you to tell me about it in a review!

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