Lord of the Forest
Chapter 3: Rise of the king
EDIT:(warning, spoiler) Because of certains reviews, i'll repeat myself: The 18 rated scene is not to be read if you can't handle it. And NO Arsylvos didn't watch the princess being violated, and I am FRENCH damnit, so yeah, there's mistakes in my grammar.
Note: The Cadmean foxes are a very special kind of creatures. While they are considered monsters, their true designation is 'Animal spirits'. They are to animals what dryads are to plants. They can breed with nature spirits, humans and gods. Vulpa, being the daughter of Arsylvos, is considered a minor goddess. The Cadmean foxes are only females.
Also, the final list of creatures born to Arsylvos will be:
_A good majority of the dryads
_The Cadmean foxes
_The merrows. Water fairies.
_The laumas. Women with bat wings and tails (just like succubus.)
_The lemures ( Tree/man creatures from Warhammer universe.)
_The faes. (Or nature fairies.)
The creatures Arsylvos can control and command:
_Any creature born to him
_Animals
_Plants and trees
_certain creatures as griffins, sphinx, werecats (Humans able to shape shift into a feline animal. Tiger, lion, panther, cheetah etc.…).
His symbol of power is his coat, which is indestructible and allows him to command to animals, bring abundance to the lands and give him to power to awake the deepest animals instincts of men. He can also use it for techniques such as the Hari jizo or any Jiraiya's techniques involving hair. The coat itself can transform into a three-headed lion. Arsylvos can also have kids with Cadmean foxes, merrows, laumas and dryads as there are his creations. Those kids will be the same breed as the mother.
P.S: The Cadmean kits wear an outfit similar to the ones of the Kaka kittens in BlazBlue.
Disclaimer
Radji: Okay, I want to do it fast, Hades, you're up to.
Hades: Why me? I'm busy right now. Do you know how troublesome the underworld is to handle? I'm overloaded with work! I can hardly have quality time with Persephone.
R: Yeah, yeah, my bad. How's Melinoe?
H: Fan-fu**ing-tastic.
R: Aw, sounds like someone's daughter is having a little teenage rebellion.
H:...just...get to the point.
R: 'kay. Need ya for the usual shit.
H:... Radji doesn't own Naruto and PJO. Can I go now?
R: Yup. And ACTION. I also want to warn you: That chapter is strictly for 18+ because of rape scene and extreme violence. If you aren't, then stop reading. If you do still read despite my warning, then man-up and be responsible of your own acts. You have been warned.
Enjoy.
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Twack!
An arrow embedded itself in a target's bull's eye, splitting in two another arrow that was previously there.
Arsylvos whistled at his niece's display of skills.
"Wow, Arty, with those kind of skills, I pity the one who will ever hit on you." Hejoked.
twa-twack ! Two more arrows. Artemis' right eye was twitching.
"I will never marry."
Arsylvos eyed his niece with amusement. "So you have said for the past week." He chuckled. "If you continue on that path, you'll eventually become a lesbian."
"…What's a lesbian?" Came the innocent question from an utterly confused and curious Artemis.
Arsylvos paled dramatically when he finally realized what he had just said. "Huuuu, nothing." He said awkwardly, before trying rather lamely to change the subject. "Sooo, what's up with the family?"
The young goddess scowled. " Apollo is annoying. He always acts as if he was the big brother. He even pat my head, it's really infuriating, and each time I order him to stop, he just laugh and do it again!" The little goddess stomped her foot in cute manner ( In Arsylvos' opinion.) The titan lord of the Forest
"Arty, he is your brother. He is simply showing his affection to you."
"I don't need that kind of affection." Artemis said stubbornly.
Arsylvos ruffled her hair, much to her annoyance. "Arty, one day will come when your brother will be the only person for you, and that despite how dangerous or hopeless the situation can be. Trust me, your immediate family is one if not the most precious thing you can have. Something our family doesn't understand, alas." Arsylvos frowned slightly. "The gods are at each other's throats, constantly quarrelling, neglecting their domains or the mortals' well-being. Must one of their enemies rise, they will all be in danger. " And by that he principally meant Zeus. But he didn't said anything of that kind. The little girl was too young by his standards to hold distrust against her father. She needed her paternal figure in her young life.
The little girl eyed her uncle curiously. "What do you mean? Who would want to harm the gods?" her question was genuine, and sometime Arsylvos forgot that she was only three years old. "A lot of people, little moon. The less friendly titans, the monsters… And a lot of mortals, unfortunately." He added with a hint of sadness. "And that also include many of the half-bloods and the demi-monsters."
"What's a demi-monster?" Asked the young goddess, unfamiliar with the term.
"A demi-monster is the child born from a human and a monster. Only a handful of monsters species can breed with humans, also demi-monsters are much rarest than demi-gods. And unfortunately, they are often persecuted."
Artemis hummed a little. She seemed to be thinking about what the lord of the wilderness had told her. "Arsylvos, why are the men so cruel?" She suddenly asked.
Arsylvos raised an eyebrow. "You mean males or humans in general?" Artemis' distrust of males was well know to him.
"In general…" she muttered.
Arsylvos sat on the ground near a cliff, the view of the Macedonian forest was marvelous. Artemis soon imitated her uncle. Arsylvos took a good look at his niece.
The young goddess had grown in beauty and talent over her time with the lord of the Forest. She made friends with her cousins Drycha and Vulpa, playing with them and learning from them. She was quite skilled with a bow. Hell, she was even better than him at the same age. But the young goddess had yet to understand the responsibilities that will later be entrusted to her.
Arsylvos sighed "…Artemis, no human is born evil. Every baby human who come to life is innocent. It's the influence of others and their own experiences that can change them, for the better or the worst. Even the gods and others immortals are responsible of a number of atrocities. But sometime, you must accept the face that you must do what should be done. Even if it means using force."
"Did you ever… you know… felt anger, towards humans?" Asked his niece.
Arsylvos' facial expression became as hard as stone. "Artemis, in my long immortal existence, number of mortals had been the subject of my ire. Each of them deserved this. But one day, my anger was so much that I ended up slaughtering an entire city." At that point Artemis' eyes widened. Her uncle was the most laid-back person she knew, she never viewed him as the type of person to destroy numerous humans, never in her wildest imagination. Arsylvos didn't miss it and looked away.
"… I think it would be better if I explain to you what happened that day." Said the titan in a somber tone.
Beginning of the tale
Arsylvos recently wandered himself why the fates seemed to hate him.
Couldn't he have just one minute of peace? Or was it humankind's Hobby to destroy the nature? Seriously, humans didn't knew their limits sometime. Too many animals killed. Too many trees destroyed.
That city, in particular, was highly destructive. Cogythere, a city that wasn't under the protection of any gods. A bunch of stupid atheists, who believed themselves to be the strongest city in Greece. Okay, they were powerful. But nothing compared to Athens or Sparta. Heck, their only resources were the gold, which could be found in a nearby river. He didn't even understand how in the name of heavens those insolent humans were ignored by the gods.
What truly irritated him, was that the inhabitant seemed particularly irrespectuous of the nature and the nature spirits. Numbers of his dryads were chased by humans with obvious bad intentions, but fortunately no normal human had the speed to catch a dryad.
Arsylvos really haven't the time to think about those stupid madmen. Truth to be told, the titan had his hand full those last weeks. His Cadmean foxes were occupied tending to the cubs, born only three weeks earlier. One of them was his own, and the mother was currently guarding the den. A very fierce one, and a loving mother. The vixen had been very… convincing, in her choice of mate. He still remembered the day she literally tackled him… The Cadmean foxes' heat period was truly frightening. Not that he complained, but even he was slightly exhausted in the end
The titan of the wilderness stopped his musing when a sphinx nearly crashed nearby. The woman/ lion hybrid seemed exhausted and her face was twisted by panic and…sorrow?
"Your Majesty…quick… must…come!" She tried to say between breaths
"Calm down, what's happening?" Asked the titan, checking for any injury on the sphinx, who was trying to stand.
"The…cubs…den…humans…attacked…" Choked the monster.
Any colors left Arsylvos' face.
"No…" The lord of the Forest then dashed toward the location of the den. While running at inhuman speed, the smell of burn and death invaded his senses.
"No… No, no, no, they wouldn't dare!" He frantically thought.
Arriving at the clearing were the den was located, his fears were confirmed by the sight which welcomed him.
Trees had been burned. Numerous dryads and lemures were trying to extinguish fire there and there. Animals such as wolfs or boars where helping by digging the soil and sending sand and chunk of soil on the flames.
But the next thing he seen shattered his hearth. In the middle of the clearing were the foxes. And they were crying over the bodies of the cubs. The young animals spirits had been killed and put in a pile, blood staining their fur. The mothers were crying and holding the bodies of their babies.
Arsylvos slowly made his way toward them. His face denude of any expression. "What…happened?" He asked a dryad, his voice hollow of emotions.
The dryad eyed her lord with sadness. "Apparently, a human from Cogythere discovered the existence of the den two days ago. It seems that those mad men believe that our presence near their city is a stain of evil that they must eradicate. They came in great numbers with weapons and fire. They began a fire to distract us, while the soldiers headed for the den. While some of them battled the fox charged of its protection, the others…" She was unable to continue. The look of devastation on her lord's face was hard to stand. Arsylvos waved his hand, making the fire to vanish. He eyed the dead kits, a terrible rage slowly boiling inside of him. The animals and nature spirits felt their lord's anger, and some of the youngest tried to comfort him.
"Lord Arsylvos! Lord Arsylvos! I found one, my Lord!" Came a voice behind him. He turned to see a young panther werecat in full animal form that was carrying a whimpering kit by the back of her cloth. Her hood was down revealing red hair with blond streaks. Arsylvos' eyes widened. It was his kit!
Kneeling, he gently picked up the kit, which stopped whimpering and cuddled against her father, finally feeling safe.
Arsylvos gently rocked his youngest, until she fell asleep. "And the mother?" He asked.
The werecat's ears flattened against its head. "She is dead my Lord. A spear in the heart. She just had the time to hide the kit." Arsylvos nodded. "Juna, come here." He called. A dryad approached "Yes my lord?" Asked she asked. Arsylvos handed her the sleeping kit. "Take care of her for me." He said simply. The dryad nodded.
Arsylvos waited until she was far enough to not wake up his daughter. "BORBAROS !" He roared, his anger kicking full power. A lemur, bigger than the others and looking quite old, immediately came by his side. He stood at 14'' and had a strong constitution. His bark-like skin was a deep brown and his body seemed as strong as an Oak. On his face was a beard made of lichen. "Yes my Lord?" he asked in a gruff voice.
"Assemble the warriors. Call the packs. Make the forest shook and howl. Make them feel fear." He ordered, making his weapons appears. The lemur nodded, and began to howl. Animal roars and war cries resonated throughout the forest. Soon, a loud rumble could be heard. Wolfs packs erupted from the bushes, followed by panthers, lions and bears. Monsters like griffin and sphinx joined them. Some of the Cadmean foxes shifted into their animal form, others took kukri knives and bows and put leather armors on them. Lemures came from every corners, making the ground shake under their feet. Werecats ran past them, some in their full animal form, some in their hybrid form, carrying weapons. The howling army headed to south, Arsylvos at his head. His features were animalistic and his eyes were blazing in anger.
"Let's make them feel the wrath of he king!"
meanwhile, city of Cogythere.
Meravote, king of Cogythere, was satisfied. Today was a good day. His soldiers had eradicated a den full of those disgusting creatures that dared to taint the forests around his city. Everywhere in the streets, his people feasted and singed the death of the errors of nature. The men of the proud city of Cogythere had proved again that they were above all those worthless creatures.
Only one person didn't sing or feasted that night. Mavola, the king's daughter. Meravote had always hated the way his only daughter put herself lower than her righteous rank by worshipping those false gods. She was the princess of Cogythere! The one destined to give birth to the future king! How dared she to lower herself like that!
And there she was, in her room, muttering pitiful prayers to the false gods. Meravote didn't want any of this anymore. He walked toward the room, determined to beat those fakes beliefs out of his daughter.
In her room, Mavola prayed with all her soul for the forgiveness of the deities. She was a beautiful young woman she just turned seventeen. Her pale blond hair curled at the end, her skin was slightly tanned and her eyes were the purest onyx black. She didn't wear any jewelry and she wore a simple white chiton.
Mavola prayed, a tears pouring out of her eyes.
She was sick. She was tired. She was sick and tired of that life.
To her father, she was just a glorified piece of meat destined to be banged by the first half-decent male deemed worthy to fuck her, and breed a king, a male worthy of respect and power and not some weak female. And what was worst was that the princess knew that a sick monster of a father wouldn't be bothered at all to take her virginity himself. The very thought made her skin crawl.
That city reeked corruption, sex and crime. The sacred places were destroyed, young children were sold for the sick pleasure of inhuman beasts, women spat on the names of the goddesses and men laughed at the might of the gods.
Madmen, monsters, heretics, worthless primitive beasts, that was what the proud people of the mighty city of Cogythere really were.
They disgusted her.
They didn't respect anything. Not even their princess. How many times did she have to maim or even kill a man who tried to force her? Her own mother Medora died last year, killed by her drunken father.
Cogythere was destined to disappear.
And she had no place in such a city. She wanted to flee, to flee far and to never go back. She wished somebody heard her prayer.
If only she knew that her life what about to change dramatically.
A racket could be heard in the palace, and Mavola knew that her father was coming. When he entered, his bearded face was crimson and his eyes were red-shot, he was obviously drunk. And a drunk Meravote was a dangerous and unpredictable Meravote.
Mavola didn't have time to say anything as her father backhanded her violently and made her fall on the cold marble floor.
"How dare you!" the king bellowed "How dare you spoil the city of Cogythere by your filthy false believing?"
Mavola spat blood and tried to stand, but her father caught a handful of her hair.
"For too long I endured your childish rebellious attitude! You are the princess of Cogythere! You are a woman, and you will act as such."
Meravote was thought that she was going to cry and beg for forgiveness, as ever. But this time, Mavola did something she thought she would never be able to even dare thinking about.
She spat on her father.
Meravote howled in anger and punched the insolent female in the guts.
"That's it!" He growled, ripping her chiton open and using a piece of cloth to gag her. "No longer you will act as a spoiled girl!"
He pushed her daughter on her bed and undid his buckle. "Tonight, you. become. a. woman!"
Mavola eyes widened in fear and horror. She watched as her father opened her legs.
18 RATED SCNENE. you've been warned.
That cannot be happening.
She almost throws up, when her pig of a genitor began to grope her and touch her most private parts.
That cannot be happening.
After what seemed an eternity of torture, Meravote stopped groping her. His erected meat stick came into view. Tears poured out of Mavola's eyes.
She couldn't even cry when the pain of being violently penetrated hit her.
That cannot be happening.
Meravote took his time raping his daughter. He brutally made her on all four and slammed her face onto the sheets, pressing her upper body on the bed and upping her rear in the air. He forcibly restrained her by the neck, making the young girl cry even more.
Finally, in a grunt, Meravote released himself inside her.
He let go of her, removing the gag, and took great pleasure in her broken sobs.
"That will teach you respecting your males. Tomorrow you are to be exposed to all the city to see, and you will be sold to the most offering." He declared, exiting the room.
Unknown to him, a certain immortal was watching him leaving.
END OF THE 18-RATED SCENE
Arsylvos couldn't remember the last time he was so disgusted. He just committed the sacrilege of raping his own flesh and blood, one of the worst crimes in his eyes. Right now, he blamed himself to not arrive in time to stop that from happening.
The titan, eyed the trembling form of the poor girl, semence staining her tights' skin, sobbing in a heart-shattering manner.
He approached her and at the sound of his feet against the marble, covered herself in her sheets, sobbing harder.
"P-please… n-no…n-no m-more…" She cried. The lord of the forest wanted nothing more but to extract the king's guts with his teeth. He should have arrived earlier.
Mavola was a wreck. Her worst nightmare just had happened. And she couldn't do anything but watch as the monster she called a father raped her. She hated him. She wanted him dead. She wanted him to suffer, to endure suffering worst than he inflicted onto her.
And now he was about to do it again. She wanted him to die. May the gods curse him.
"Girl…"
Mavola froze. That wasn't her father's voice. She risked a peek from under the cover of her sheets.
A man, a giant of a man, wearing a large fur coat and black clothes, was standing in front of her bed. His ice blue eyes were filled with sadness, and sympathy.
"Who…who are you?" She asked. Something in that man aura seemed to calm her fear.
"Girl…" The man asked, "Do you hate that man? Do you want to kill him?"
Mavola stared at the man. She felt …strange. She felt like she HAS to answer him. "He raped…me…" She mumbled. " He took…Pleasure… doing so…" tears of her rage leaked on her cheeks.
"He deserves to die… he has to suffer. I want to kill him so much."
She breathed heavily. "But I can't do it."
Arsylvos raised an eyebrow. "Why?" Asked the oldest child of Rhea.
Mavola looked directly at his eyes. "I DO want to kill that pig for what he did to me. But… It would be only punishing him for what he did to me."
Her eyes flashed red "I want to see him hurt for every sin he committed. I want to see him squirm like the pathetic worm he is, make him pay for an entire life of crimes, heresy and lucre. The gods will have throw in Tartarus…" She bites her lower lip, drawing blood. "…I am not a worthless killer, unlike him."
Arsylvos eyed the human very carefully. She wasn't award of it, but her scent didn't fool him. That demigod in front of him didn't know who her mother was. Kind of ironic, because the lord of the Forest could had swear that he had the actual goddess in front of him, if it wasn't for her appearance, which was radically different. Even without knowing it, she was reasoning with the principle of the balance.
"Girl, do you know who I am?" he asked her. She shook her head.
"I am Arsylvos. Firstborn of Kronos and Rhea. Titan of the wilderness and lord of the Forest." He announced, making her widen her eyes. "The city of Cogythere dared to defy my power and attacked my kingdom, resulting in the death of innocent creatures and the loss of one of my lovers. Tonight, it will fall. Fear not, Mavola, because no longer you will be the subject of violence. I can give you a gift, but a poisoned one. His expression was dead serious.
"If you could bring the righteous punishment upon this city at the cost of your humanity, will you accept it?"
Mavola didn't needed to asked twice. "I never considered myself to be one, to begin with." She said bitterly.
Arsylvos nodded, then waved his hand. Vines and other creepers soon enveloped the princess.
"Let's proceed." He said. Slowly, cries of terror and agony reached him from outside. His face stretched in a predatory smile.
"It has begun."
Pandemonium.
Houses were ablaze, blood flowed the street and screams resonated in the air. People still half-asleep or drunk ran in every directions, only to be nailed by the dryads' spears.
In a street, a bunch of guards were trying to keep a dozen of lions werecats at bay, but their formation was broke by a big male appearing from behind them and they were torn off.
In a house, a fat man desperately tried to kick off the bear that pinned him to the ground. It was useless, as no more than a second later, his intestines caked the walls.
Near a destroyed temple, a pack of Cadmean foxes restlessly attacked soldiers that tried to hold them back. The furious animals spirits sliced and chopped legs, arms, heads in an equal blood thirst, determined to avenge the loss of their kits.
Everywhere, Lemures destroyed building as if they were mere sandcastles, rubbles squashing peoples that were still trapped under it. Boars, lions, panthers, wolfs and bears killed everything in sight, and sphinxes and griffins disposed off the more troublesome soldiers. Rivers of blood flowed in the streets.
Even trees and brambles were slowly creeping trough the streets, squeezing to death any living beings in the vicinity and causing the buildings to collapse.
There were nothing but death, cries of anguish and fire. Yet, the creatures of the forest didn't seem to stop if only one second.
The proud city of Cogythere was tasting the rightful wrath of their King.
Meravote was literally pissing himself. He ran, like a headless chicken, squealing in fright and screaming at his guards to protect him. The palace was falling apart.
He finally exited the palace… Only to discover the blazing torch that was his city.
Before he could go anywhere, a Lemure appeared and pinned him to the ground. Squirming in a vain attempt to freeing himself, Meravote watched as his guards were slaughtered by the howling mass of wild animals and Forest creatures that were swarming around him.
The pitiful hog of a man was crying in fear, in weak willed mind unable to understand what was happening.
…
Arsylvos swung his sword, splitting a running human in half. He made his bow appear and shot dozens of humans in a matter of seconds. Blood caked his form, and his eyes were two glowing inferno. No one would escape his wrath. The city will be leveled to the ground and no remains will be left.
He noticed that Borbaros had captured the king who was trying to save his sorry ass. He growled and walked straight at him. Next to him, a young girl was holding a woman, before biting her neck; a suction and gulping noise could be heard as the woman's eyes rolled back in her sockets.
In a thud, the corpse of the woman fell to the ground.
The girl wiped her bloodied mouth. She had long white hair that was floating in the air, as animated by an unseen wind. Her eyes were pure white, crimson tears-like marking running down her pale cheeks. Fangs pointed out of her rosy lips.
"Come." Arsylvos told her. "We have a meeting with the great king Meravote."
The girl grinned in a sadistic manner. " But of course, my lord."
…
Meravote was shaking under Borbaros grip. He watched as the giant of a man was slowly coming his way. He squirmed even harder in order to escape.
Finally, the man stopped in front of him. From his position, Meravote could barely look at him.
"…Did you really think that yours crimes would be unpunished, human?" The man asked, "Did you believed that the afterlife will be kind to you? Hades reserved the worst tortures for you in the field of punishments, worm. But I do not intend to let you leave the living world without a proper punishment."
"Remember this, insect. Nobody defy the Titan of the Forest and live to tell the tale." The man turned to a figure next to him. "Do it."
The figure approached and kneeled next to him. She forced him to look at her by forcibly gripping his head.
"Good evening, father." Greeted a venom-laced voice.
Meravote recognized that voice. Her face was different, her entire frame and aura were different…but not the voice.
"You…" He growled, suddenly feeling braver (or stupider.)
"So… That's your fault!? How dare bring all of those upon us, you stupid whoreGAAAAAAH !" Meravote screamed when one of his fingers got bent in the wrong way.
"Shut your trap, human. If anything you brought it to yourself." She hissed, ignoring the pitiful sobs of the fat sack of lard at her feet.
"Such a pathetic existence that is yours… You despise anything godly and sacred…and yet, you spawned me, a demigod. It's almost laughable, really." She sneered. "I can't understand what was going on in my immortal mother's head to copulate with such an swine like you. What pushed Medora to marry you, I will never know. But you will pay for her death. "
Meravote didn't respond, too busy crying over his broken finger. Angered, Mavola kicked the king in the gut. "Stop being so pitiful, maggot." She hissed coldly, before smirking sadistically "You know, in a way, it's thanks to you that I am what I am know…" She gripped his face, immobilizing him. "…Should I thank you the proper way?" She whispered almost huskily, baring vampire-like fangs.
Meravote could only scream as he was turned into a pile of bloody flesh and intestines. Mavola, daughter of Nemesis and first Strygoi had her revenge.
And so fell the proud city of Cogythere.
End of the tale.
Arsylvos sighed deeply. That story was a sore subject to him.
"I never knew the backstory of the destruction of Cogythere…" Said Artemis, still overwhelmed by what she had just learnt. Her uncle Arsylvos, the laid-back easy-going and kind titan, could also be a ruthless executioner who wiped out cities without a remorse. To think, that such a caring and loving person could be so…
"Does it sound monstrous to you, little one?" Arsylvos suddenly asked, making the young goddess stiffen as it was exactly what she was thinking.
"Arty… Like I said, they deserved this, and frankly, they weren't redeemable. None of them. If anything, I did them a favor, before they finally goes too far and destroyed themselves, causing more damage." Said the lord of the Forest with
"You have to understand, Arty, that humans are complex creatures. Sometimes they act as the vilest monsters, other times they act as the bravest heroes. The human nature is versatile, and us immortals will always have a hard time understanding them, for we are beyond the limits of time and mortality. Humanity must be guided. But the poisonous seeds must be removed…one way or another."
Artemis thought for a moment. "…But…What if not all of them deserve to be guided? What if some of them are more worthy being guided than others? beside the bad seeds? Surely, there must be people who are most righteous of our guidance than others?"
The titan looked at her blankly for a moment before responding "Arty, what is worth saving…"
He looked at her right in the eyes, ice blue meeting silver.
"The one who would die anyway but whom will be greatly missed… Or the one who could live but would lead to the death of the previous one?"
Artemis seemed uncertain. "You see?" Said Arsylvos. "It may sound easy, the choice is harder in a real situation. We are not supposed to save everybody, that's is very true. But not acting for those who could be saved and that we know we can save, is no better than cowardice. That was why I allowed Mavola to live. She was the only who could be saved and the only I had the power to help."
"I do not understand, Arsylvos." Said Artemis, frowning.
The titan chuckled softly. "That's not important right now, never mind. Let's caught something, shall we? It's time to practice moving targets."
The young goddess nodded and went retrieving her quiver. As her uncle watched her leave, he whispered softly to himself.
"One day you will understand, Artemis. I know you will."
And cut. Sorry for the late update, but college is hard to handle sometime. Next time, the fate of Arachne, and the Giants.