I'm terribly sorry this took so long. Actually I was already finished writing it but something personal happened and I'm devastated at the moment and assuming for the next few days. I hope you guys understand. I do my best but time just flies so fast.

If you're looking for a good, completed read, try my "Being Just" fanfic. It features Artemis, Thalia and the Huntresses, at the end more characters and all the Olympians will show up too and not in a happy ending where they all gather as you think. Read it after you read this chapter. XOXO

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ASSASSIN OF ARTEMIS

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"Goodnight, Percy." Sally whispered softly as Percy drowsily gazed at the vanishing light of the hallway seeping through the vertical crack of the door, which his mom pulled soundlessly to a close.

His vision just completely turned pitch black when an odd vibrating sound buzzed at his bedside table. Percy's eyes popped open and spots danced around his vision before it froze to see Riptide in celestial bronze sword form, wondering how when he'd left it in pen state and another quizzical characteristic was that Riptide shook rapidly, almost in electrocution.

Percy sat up and curiously reached out to it, his face crinkling in confusion and a hint of fear. As soon as his hand clutched the handle, Riptide threw a shock of energy up Percy's arm, causing him to abruptly fall back his bed and feel numb. Suddenly, his sight disappeared to nothingness till a bright circle erupted from the corner, he thought he was recovering when tinier spots of light filled his dark vision and then he had the frightful conclusion of being dead, which was not good at all.

The next thing he saw were swirling colors at the bottom like a puddle of rainbow paint and every second a differently colored droplet would fall in the middle and produce a ripple effect; that was where the scene began...

A blond haired little boy stood mortified at the center of a dim room, more specifically an apartment. A baby's cry sounded in front of him, a visible strike of agitation went through him. And the view swung immediately in that direction to reveal the sweet moment of a mother cradling her new born girl in her arms, from making kissy faces to the infant, she lifted her eyes to smile up to her son and call him to them.

The boy suddenly stilled to a statue. The view zoomed out then, which manifested the small but comfortable room the family was in; family because Percy finally got a look at the father who had his arms crossed an arm's length distance from his wife, his aura projecting defensiveness but happy nevertheless. When the boy frighteningly looked up at him for permission and was momentarily obliged, he swiftly ran to his mother and his baby sister.

Obviously, Percy recognized them to be Lorenzo, Amy and their mother.

There the picture was perfect; all of them had blue eyes, not really pure, somewhat in different shades like the mom's were deeper and the son's eyes were lighter than his sister's. However, the brightest blue eyes were the baby's –Amy's eyes. The father was vague to characterize with his whole form under the darkest part of the room, but when he stepped toward to join his family; Percy couldn't believe his eyes.

It was Apollo. The sun god with eyes glowing very blue at first sight but was actually blue green; no one ever saw the green because of its faint shade and also because Apollo's gaze tend to intensify quite unbearable when stared at so nobody ever noticed. Except for Margaret who could easily melt the blue away and turn it to pure green if she wished Apollo to change it for he'll do anything to please her happiness like what every man full-hardheartedly promised to his partner.

When Percy thought Apollo was ought to come right beside the beautiful woman, he stopped and leaned forward instead to plant a soft kiss on her smooth forehead and so as with his son, apologizing for having to leave so early. Margaret simply smiled even though her eyes were sad for she understood what it took to be a god but she also caught a hurt expression from her son who tried to hold back his tears like what a big boy would do, knowing that he mainly did not accept any reason about departing early but he couldn't complain to his rather great father.

Margaret began to compare if Apollo's power had been affecting her as well, not being able to freely say what she thought or wanted, she could, but she'd prefer not angering him. She let out a sigh, ruffling Lorenzo's blond hair to make him look at her, and when he did she smiled tenderly, which he returned.

Lastly, Apollo kissed his daughter on the cheek before heading out the door.

Lorenzo had that shadow of hatred across his face just as his father was turning the door knob, looking away to not witness him leave; it's unacceptable because his father never stayed and his capacity of intellect as a child only ranged from love equaling togetherness and no love that matched people who never stay. As Lorenzo did remorsefully look away, he spotted a oddly cream feathered owl sitting atop of a tree branch outside their window, disturbingly watching him or their situation.

And then the owl flew away at the nick of time as he was to say, "Momma, an owl!"

Margaret shifted and giggled when she saw the empty tree, "Ren-ren, there are no owls in the city."

"That's exactly what I thought!" He urged, disappointed she didn't see the animal. "Maybe it got scared."

Margaret was surprised to hear her own voice accidentally blurt out, "Everyone's scared of your father."

Outside the city and beyond the stretch of their town, someplace only the Olympus people sees...

Silence was killing Apollo so he grunted partly because he wasn't in the mood to whistle, the face of his powerful daughter, Amy, flickering his tightly held anger to its limits; as he skipped down toward his ride, a blazing spark traced something on the bear grassy ground right in front of his feet.

The second child is here, not yet in my hands

Soon she'll be fulfilling her task at last

Two roads would be open in thorough

A chosen celestial bronze is the only foe

Seconds later, the prophecy evaporated in the wind and Apollo exploded, yelling to the ground, "You dare scare me, Gaiaaaa?!"

Percy was catapulted back to reality, his eyes bulging out as soon as it opened, Riptide slipping from his hands that clattered when it hit the floor; the fierce shout of Apollo endlessly echoing in his head. But there was something he was fast enough to follow,

his mouth murmured in astonishment, "Amy's more than a demigod."

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