A/N: I'm back! Thanks to all my reviewers/favoriters/followers! I love you guys! :D

Anyway, HAPPY "THE DAY THE MUSIC DIED"! Actually, this one's more a memorial than an actual holiday... :P

That's about it, so... enjoy! I don't own any references!

Peace out,

~silentwolf111

ARTEMIS'S POV

"Keep going, ladies! Practice makes perfect!" I said.

The huntresses were doing target practice, and I must say, they were getting really good. They could hit the center of the targets every time.

"How are we doing so far, milady?" a panting Thalia asked.

"You're doing a fine job," I said.

Thalia released another arrow, resulting in another bullseye. I nodded in satisfaction.

"Whatcha doing?" a voice suddenly called out from behind me.

In a split second, every huntress had turned around and released an arrow at the source of the voice.

"Whoa, whoa, WHOA!" Apollo said, holding up his hands in defense.

He ducked to avoid a stray arrow, then stood up and glared at me.

"What was that for?" he pouted.

I rolled my eyes.

"For interrupting our practice session," I said.

"Oh, come on! I just wanted to say hi to my baby sis!" Apollo said innocently.

"I am not your baby sister."

"Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror? If you did, you would see a TWELVE YEAR OLD," he replied.

I groaned. When will he ever take the hint that he is not older?

"If you're done here, get out," I said.

"Not before a haiku!"

The huntresses' eyes widened.

"NO!" they chorused.

I smiled as Apollo put his hands on his hips.

"Couplet?"

"You better not!"

"Fine, then. How about a limerick?"

I clenched my fists in frustration.

"Apollo, no matter the type of poem, we don't want to hear it. Get out!"

He widened those blue eyes and scrunched up his chin, trying his best to make an innocent pouty face.

I snorted.

"Now."

Apollo stuck his tongue out at me and hopped into his car. He drove away, leaving behind a scorched circle in the once perfect grass.

"Thank the gods," I said. "Girls, you can go take a well-deserved rest now."

The huntresses gathered their bows and went into their tents, leaving me alone. I sighed and crawled into my own tent. I picked up my laptop and logged into FanFiction to check on my story.

Well, it looks like it had gotten a new review!

ShadowMaster: You know you are insulting a god, right? A GOD. This just proves your arrogance. Taking your anger out on an all-powerful god? That's just pathetic. You deserve this story to be taken down. What a waste of time!

WHAT?! That "all-powerful god" happens to be my BROTHER. And I'm not taking my anger out on him; I'm simply stating the obvious facts. Apollo is the arrogant one, not me!ShadowMaster is simply crazy. Who would say such a thing? To me, no less? They need to suffer!

Hmm… the only person I know who would be offended by my story is my brother himself. But even Apollo's arrogant self wouldn't leave such a harsh review! Or would he?

I waited until night, then got into my moon chariot. It was timeI have a talk with my dear brother…