Because I love you, and don't care for these chapters much so you get two! yay! Enjoy. PS Wicked Day is the next chapter. Yay! loved that episode.

Artemis sat under a window staring outside blankly. She felt dull, blank like something important was missing from her like it was just out of her reach. She huddled her legs against her chest. She curled herself into a ball.

"Are you alright, Artemis?" Arthur asked seeing her as he came up the stairs. "You look in pain."

"I… I don't know," she muttered. "I feel painfully empty." She wrapped her arms around herself. He gently pushed her hair out of her face and cupped her face in his hands. He smiled gently.

"Come on," he said with a nod pulling her hand.

"What?" she muttered.

"Come on," he said pulling her up. He dragged her down the halls and out of the castle. Her horse and Arthur's horse both stood there waiting for them. "We're going for a ride." Artemis smiled. She pulled herself onto her horse. She decided to let Arthur take the led not knowing where he was taking her.

Arthur helped her off her horse, and for once she had no condescending remark.

"Do you know where we are?" he asked her. She looked at the ruins in front of her. The ruins were made of white marble. They stood high on a cliff while the ocean crashed against it. The walls of the ruins were cracked and were slowly being covered by both ivy and white flowers that were using the ruins like a trellis.

"This is the Ruins of Lumen," she said staring at them. "Why-"

"I talked to Saoirse about you, about everything. She told me this is the best place to bring you." Artemis turned and looked at Arthur before she threw her arms around him.

"Thank you," she whispered. She laced her hand with his, and they walked together to the ruins and stepped inside.

"Why did they leave the Ruins of Lumen?" he asked her.

"It was during my training," she replied, "when sorcerers attacked the ruins. We fled and never came back," she replied. She stood on the balcony in the back of the room. It looked down onto the ocean. "To me… this is like a childhood home. I learned almost everything in these Ruins."

"Did the Servants build them?"

"No and yes," Artemis told him. "A long time ago before the Servants were made, so that's about a thousand years now, there was chaos. There was so much war, and so much abuse of power particularly with those who bore magic. This was the foundation of the Servants, and eventually Ambrosine sought those who wanted peace in the world and gathered them together to create the Servants, but back then it was different. It wasn't the organization that we know now. The Servants were called something different back then. They were called Lumen. It means Light. They openly helped humanity quite aggressively, and anyone who sought peace could join."

"Why aren't they that way anymore?"

"When Ambrosine lost his mind and wiped out an entire civilization, Lumen was frowned upon. Eventually, war broke out against the countries that support them and the countries against them. Lumen slowly hid from the world, and they changed their name to the Servants of the World. They became more selective about who could join."

"Why do you think Ambrosine lost his mind? Why did he turn evil?" Artemis tilted her head and thought on this.

"I can't answer that. Perhaps he lived too long, and age whittled away at his sanity, or perhaps he really does think that what he did was best for humanity. I really couldn't tell you what happened to him, but whatever it was, I don't want to dwell on it any longer. Ambrosine is dead and gone."

"Of course," he told her. She smiled and leaned back against the rail of the balcony stretching out. Arthur put his hands on her hips and gently pressed against her. She smiled and put her arms around his neck.

"Do you love me?"

"Of course," he replied. She smiled and kissed him gently. "You've been in a rather peculiar mood since the Isle of the Blessed."

"Mmm," she replied thinking about that. "Well, I feel like something's missing, a part of me, but I don't know what." She walked away from him to the center of the room and turned to stare at him. "I feel like I'm… at a loss. There is so much I thought I know that I don't, but it's so much more than that."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"You brought me here," she smiled. "That helped a little." She sighed and circled around looking at the building. "I think I just need to be alone to sort myself out for a while," she told him.

"Do you want me to leave?" he asked her. She laughed lightly.

"No, of course not." She pried her eyes away from the wall and to him. He was staring at her with quite a large amount of worry. "You're concerned."

"I've never seen you act like this," he told her. "This need to be alone; this feeling of something missing; you being at a loss."

"Does it bother you?"

"It terrifies me," he admitted.

"Why?" Artemis asked confused.

"Because at moments of weakness, you're the one I turn to, the one who I can always count on to be strong and sure, but you are so unsure right now."

"I'm not as strong as I look," she told him. "I fall and crack and sometimes I even break, and you put me too high on your pedestal. I'm human."

"I know. I understand that. It just concerns me."

"You just don't understand," she told.

"I'm trying."

"I know, but this is a problem you will not understand and cannot help me with. Please understand that." He nodded.

"I'll try," he said. She smiled and looked at him.

"Why are you so amazing?" He smiled.

"Oh I don't know. Maybe because I wouldn't be worthy of you if I wasn't," he replied walking to her. He cupped her face in his hands and looked down at her. She stared up at him, and the emptiness subsided, and she was in bliss.

"I love you," she told him. "Don't forget that ever."

"I won't. I promise." She smiled and sighed.

"When did become so… sickeningly sweet?" she asked him pulling away from him and increasing the distance between them as they spoke.

"I don't know, but it's making me nauseous." Artemis laughed.

"Well, you're still the arrogant, narcissistic prat I knew those years ago."

"And you're still the most annoying, disrespect woman I have ever met."

"Good," she told him. He laughed. "I wouldn't want to be outdone."

"You'll never be outdone," he assured her. She grinned. Her smile slipped.

"I think we should get back to Camelot," she told him. "You are its only adequate ruler right now. You have duties."

"I have my duty to you too," he told her.

"I am not your wife, Arthur. You have no binding duty to me."

"I do whether it's binding or not. I owe you so much." She smiled.

"Nevertheless, the sun is going down. I would like to be back in Camelot before it sets and Death takes me." Arthur nodded. "Could you ready the horses? There's something I want to see. Alone." He hesitated before he nodded and left her.

Artemis turned on her heels and walked down the halls and up through a hidden spiral staircase. She walked the steps slowly, and she felt herself as a girl walking up the stairs like she did so long ago.

Artemis pushed the door open, and in her mind she could see Gwydion still sitting in the chair he always did, but he disappeared back into her memory as she proceeded farther in. She looked around the room. Gwydion had left nearly everything at the Ruins when they were attacked. His things still laid undisturbed. She ran her finger along a chest and continued to look around the room. Her eyes stared at a wardrobe. There was nothing interesting about this wardrobe. It was rather plain, but something drew her to it.

Artemis pried the door open. There was a small chest inside, and that was it. Artemis tilted her head and carefully opened the chest. Inside, a Mirror of Anima lay. Artemis's eyes widen, and she lifted it. Broken glass fell out of its frame. Artemis pulled the mirror and pieces out of the chest and carefully wrapped the pieces in cloth. Artemis quickly rushed out of the room as if she didn't want to be caught. She hopped down the stairs and returned to horse. Arthur was there waiting for her.

"What's wrong?" Arthur asked. "You look panicked."

"It's nothing," she replied.

"Are you sure?" he asked. She stared at him before nodding. Her thoughts were rushing at her. The main thought: what was Gwydion doing with a Mirror of Anima?