A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a while; school has gotten kinda crazy. I know: excuses, excuses. Well, I guess the most important thing is that I got a chance to finally update today. :)

Anywho... HAPPY DENTIST'S DAY AND NATIONAL FROZEN FOOD DAY! (MARCH 6)

Peace out,

~silentwolf111

ARTEMIS'S POV

"Styx," I cursed under my breath as I ran as fast as I could to the throne room.

The time was 12:59 precisely. I had only one minute to make it to the meeting or else… I don't even want to think about it.

"Almost there…" I said to myself as I sprinted down the hall.

I know what you're thinking: Why don't I just teleport there? Well, it doesn't just work that way. If anyone was able to teleport in and out of the throne room, who knows what would happen! After all, that's where the Master Bolt, Poseidon's trident, and other important godly items are kept. If they got in the hands of the wrong person, it's going to be chaos all over again.

I finally reached the marble doors of the throne room, busting inside as I tried to catch my breath.

"I'm here!" I panted, slipping into my throne. "We can start now."

Zeus shook his head slightly.

"Well, actually, we can't start just yet."

I raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Zeus gestured to the other thrones. I quickly scanned the room and noticed that every throne was occupied except for one.

"Of course," I muttered, for the gleaming golden throne belonged to none other than my brother himself.

Hera shifted in her seat.

"You no-good offspring of Zeus," she said. "Don't you know it's highly unreasonable to be late?"

I clenched my fists.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, it's true," Hera continued. "You were extremely close to being tardy, and your brother still isn't here yet! If I were in charge of these meetings, I would start on time no matter what the attendance. Besides, we could go with two less gods around here."

That did it. I immediately summoned my bow and growled at Hera.

"Why, you no-good, slimy little-" I started.

Suddenly, the doors slammed open, cutting me off. Apollo strolled in casually, twirling his keys around his finger.

"I'm here!" he sang with a grin. "You may all bask in my awesomeness."

I glared at him sharply, and he cringed.

"What?" he asked.

"I'll have you know that you almost made me and Hera destroy each other."

Apollo rolled his eyes.

"Ugh," he said as he climbed into his throne. "So much drama."

I went back to my own throne, but not before shooting a nasty look at both Hera and my brother.

"Ah, yes," Zeus said. "The council of the Olympians is called to order!"

"About time," Demeter muttered.

"So," Zeus continued. "I have brought you all together to discuss the matter of fanfiction."

Murmers spread across the room. Finally, Zeus has called an emergency meeting over an important topic.

"I understand that you all know something along the matters of a specific fanfiction member," Zeus started, "named ShadowMaster?"

Zeus paused briefly, waiting to hear what we would say.

The throne room was silent for a moment, then opinions were thrown out everywhere.

"Little punk!"

"I am not annoying!"

"He DARES support eternal relationships!"

Zeus stood up to get our attention.

"SILENCE!" he hollered, but no one paid any attention.

A shoe went flying across the room, and Zeus looked at me, his eyes pleading for help.

I summoned my bow and shot an arrow straight up, causing every god's head to instinctively turn up as they watched the arrow turn into flames and disintegrate in midair.

Everyone stared at me, and I pointed to Zeus.

"Thank you, Artemis," he said. "Now that I have your attention, let us talk about ShadowMaster. And not all at the same time."

Zeus glared harshly at everyone in the room.

"Yes. As I was saying, why don't we go around in a circle and share our thoughts one by one?" he said.

Some heads nodded.

"Poseidon, you're first," Zeus said. "What has ShadowMaster done to you?"

Poseidon shifted in his throne uncomfortably.

"For one, he said that you were better than me, and that obviously isn't true."

I smacked my forehead while Zeus clenched his fists.

Zeus took a deep breath.

"Brother, no one's better than any others. Besides, I am not in the mood for yet another war. We've caused enough damage already. Now, carry on."

"ShadowMaster also thinks that we're equally annoying, arrogant gods. Which, again, isn't true."

I saw some gods nod in approval. I, however, disagree; ShadowMaster actually got something right for a change. Not that I'd tell either Zeus or Poseidon this, of course.

Zeus cleared his throat, clearly trying not to electrocute Poseidon then and there.

"Very well. Ares? What about you?"

"Right," Ares said, sharpening his knife. "ShadowMaster seems to think that I'm not tough at all, but a softie."

"That's because you are," Athena muttered.

Ares looked up, knife still in hand.

"What was that, sweetheart?"

Athena shrugged, and Ares resumed sharpening his blade.

"Uh-huh," Zeus said. "Aphrodite?"

Aphrodite took a breath, eyes bloodshot.

"He said I'm not pretty!"

Ares stood up, walked over to Aphrodite's throne, and patted her shoulder reassuringly.

"Now, babe, we all know that's not true."

"Aww," Aphrodite said.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Hephaestus flinch.

"Moving on," Zeus said. "Athena, what has ShadowMaster done to you?"

Athena sat up straight.

"The little devil supports Pothena," she growled.

Hermes raised his hand slightly.

"What exactly would that be?" he asked.

Athena's eye twitched.

"It's a pairing! Mortals have the nerve to write stories about me being with that, that… Kelp Head!" she shrieked.

"And I must add on to this as well," I said. "Mortals have also written about me in a relationship with certain people."

"Like who?" Zeus asked.

"Stupid people like Perseus Jackson and Apollo."

"Exactly," my brother said. "How wrong is that?"

Suddenly, his face filled with realization.

"Hey, who you callin' st-"

"That's enough of that," Zeus said. "Apollo, what has he done to you?"

Apollo shot me a look and crossed his arms.

"He said my story was rubbish."

I instantly spoke up.

"That's because it was. You wrote about why you're awesome and I'm not!"

"Ha! You admitted I'm awesome."

"Oh, for heaven's sake-"

My voice trailed off when I caught Zeus scowling at me.

"Carry on," I said.

Zeus nodded.

"Demeter?"

"ShadowMaster said cereal wasn't important!"

"That's because it isn't," Dionysus stated casually.

Demeter instantly jumped out of her throne. Oh, if looks could kill.

"Well, then," Zeus continued. "What about Hermes?"

Hermes groaned.

"He annoyed me to Tartarus, the number of reviews he's posted on my fanfiction! Every second I'd get another email, causing George and Martha to go absolutely insane! Thank the gods it's over."

"You're welcome," Zeus said. "Anyone else have something they would like to share?"

"Hephaestus hasn't spoken yet," Athena said.

All heads turned toward Hephaestus, who raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, don't look at me. I wasn't even targeted!"

Some gods started staring at him. He was the only one who had written a story but hadn't gotten targeted…

Hephaestus's eyes widened.

"Whoa, you don't actually think I'm… Do you really think I would do something like that?"

"All signs point to you," Poseidon said, his trident gleaming in his hand.

Hephaestus put his hands up in defense, shaking his head furiously.

"I'm not ShadowMaster! I swear on the Styx!" he cried.

"Well, of course he isn't," a cold voice said.

The throne room immediately grew silent. Everyone turned to see a hooded figure step out of the shadows.

"That would be me."

End Note: Whoa. Longest chapter yet! Anyway, this is it, people: next chapter holds the identity to the ever-so-evil ShadowMaster! Stay tuned!