A/N: Well, I had some extra time, so here's part 2! Enjoy!
Peace out,
~silentwolf111
APOLLO'S POV
My poetry isn't bad! Really, it's not! Arty just doesn't appreciate true art. Oh! I have a haiku about that:
My baby sister
Doesn't know about true art
Like my poetry
Hmm… not bad! I'll bet Arty can't come up with anything near that good. But for now, I think I'll put my amazing skills to rest. After all, I have had a long day.
I climbed into bed and fell asleep immediately.
In my dreams, I was back at Arty's camp, surrounded by lots of huntresses. Literally, there were thousands of them. They were all shooting arrows at me, one after another. Then, one of the huntresses came over to me. I looked down at her, but instantly became confused, for she had the face of Arty. I scanned the other huntresses, and was stunned to see that they ALL looked like Arty! Suddenly, they all bowed down to me, chanting my name.
"Apollo! Apollo! Apollo…"
I smiled at them, pushing my chest out proudly. The chanting grew louder.
"APOLLO! APOLLO!"
The huntress closest to me then stood up and began shaking me violently. What the Hades?
"APOLLO! APOLLO!"
The shaking grew so violent that my vision became a blur.
"APOLLO! For Zeus's sake, wake UP!"
My eyes flew open. Arty stood over me, looking really annoyed.
"Finally! I have been trying to wake you up for about 10 minutes!" she said.
"What are you doing here?" I asked groggily.
"Isn't it obvious? I had to talk to you."
I glanced at the clock beside my bed.
"It's two in the morning!" I whined.
Arty sighed.
"This is important!"
"Fine. But I thought I was the only one who popped in for surprise visits whenever I felt like it…"
Arty glared at me, then started talking.
"Have you read my story recently?"
I rolled my eyes.
"Yes, because I love reading about why I am so annoying."
"Oh, get real. Have you read the reviews?"
"Not recently. Why?"
Arty narrowed her eyes and scanned my face closely.
"You haven't by chance heard of ShadowMaster, have you?" she said cautiously.
I sat up instantly.
"ShadowMaster? You mean the jerk who left a nasty review on my story?"
Arty looked surprised by this comment.
"Um, yes, I think. They left an incredibly insulting review on my story as well. I thought it was you, since you're the only one who would have anything against my story. But I guess I was wrong…"
So Arty had been targeted too? This was news.
"So then who could it be?" I asked.
"I don't know," Arty replied.
I got out of bed and paced back and forth.
"Watson, I do believe we have a mystery on our hands!" I declared in a British accent.
Arty scoffed.
"We?" she asked.
I stopped pacing.
"Why not? Since we both have been targeted, we can hunt for clues together! What about it, Watson?"
"Stop calling me Watson!"
"Young lady, you have quite the attitude."
"Apollo, get OUT!"
"You're in my house."
Arty paused, as if she just realized this.
"Then I'll be taking my leave. Goodbye," she stated.
"Until later, Watson."
Arty shot me a look as she opened the door and slipped out. A mystery, huh? This will be fun!