AN: Yay for Artemis! A for Artemis, actually! I'm happy you're all liking this so far! :D
I don't own "Burp-Snart." It's from Grown Ups 2.
Artemis doesn't have any children, and she wants to keep it that way.
Even if she didn't have to be a maiden forever, she wouldn't want the baggage that comes with children. It's not like her hunters don't bring baggage either, but she's found it much easier to distance herself while still making and holding bonds.
Artemis doesn't like death. She doesn't like Death, either. Both are unfortunately not amicable.
When Zoe dies, she's painfully reminded of just why exactly she and Death/death do not act as friends.
In that moment, nothing else is of her concern. Much like now, sitting in Olympus while the world gets turned on its head.
She has to sit in between Apollo and Hephaestus at all hours of the day, unless, of course, she's up and about talking with the others. There's no one to talk to, really. Athena is on a mission - DON'T INVOLVE MY DAUGHTER IN YOUR PLANS, ZEUS! Aphrodite was a no-no anyway, and with a daughter dead and another out, proving herself to not be a stereotype, she was on a rampage. Hestia was sleeping. Hera didn't like Artemis, and, if she was being honest, she didn't like Hera much either. Demeter was idly playing with seeds and bit anyone who tried to speak to her head's off.
And, there was not a single male relative she wanted to talk to. So, there she sat. Alone, bored, not-reminiscing.
What was there to think about? She'd already given Thalia her orders for a new hunt.
Well, there was one thing. This - the talking, however loud and angry - was much, much better than overwhelming silence or the sound of agonized sobbings and mutterings.
But then, was hearing Apollo "burp-snart" any better?
Artemis slumped into her throne. She was oh, so bored. Artemis' mind pondered any changes that were not strikingly obvious with herself.
There wasn't much, but - she respected a boy. And, yes, he is a boy, because she is thousands of years older than him and a god and he is but another hero-shaped stain on the Olympus' throne room's floor. It was Percy Jackson, and she only respects him because he went well out of his way to save his friend.
He was too loyal, in her mind. That was a win-lose.
Bored with her train of thoughts, Artemis looked to her bow. It was extremely polished, having been somewhat of a stress reliever at times during her captivity. Light shines off of the curved wood and she blinks.
Artemis doesn't have any children, and she wants to keep it that way.