AN: After 100 reviews, my mind was blown. Thank you so much for all the devotion you've shown!

AN3: I'm really sorry about the wait. My grounded status has really interfered with my typing time. And I have some sad news. For the foreseeable future, this will be my last Artemis's Mistake update. I have no idea where to go with it and I don't want to crank out inferior chapters (which, I know this one sucks). Thank you for your time and devotion, and watch for my newest fanfic! Thank you, and gods bless.

My next couple weeks passed in a blur (probably due to all my concussions I must have by now). Artemis was really nice, and we actually had normal conversations. One conversation, stuck out in particular (you'll know why in a second).

"Artemis?" I asked, still not comfortable enough to call her mom.

She had been practicing her archery (not that she needed it) on a large brick. Unfortunately, she couldn't help me improve my technique. I tried to use her bow and it started glowing extremely hot. What was normally sleek silver was transformed into a "Back away now" white.

I had dropped it immediately, but I still had burns on my hands for days afterward.

"Yeah?" Her speech had become a lot more casual and friendly.

"How did you meet my dad?" I had tried to ask that question before, but it hadn't gone the way I had planned. This time however, she sighed and slumped against a wall.

"Your father never told you?" she asked, looking at me wearily.

"Nope. I used to ask him a lot but he always said that he didn't want to tell me. Once, though, he slipped up and he said he wasn't allowed to tell me. Did you lay a curse on him or something?" At this point, it wouldn't have surprised me if he was turned into a gopher if he mentioned it.

"No. The reason he couldn't tell you is because he was honoring my request. I asked him not to discuss it with anyone, especially you. Given the recent circumstances, however, it doesn't make any sense not to tell you."

Maybe it's just the word circumstance that throws me off, because every time I hear it I get confused.

"By our "circumstance", do you mean our imprisonment? Because, we've been here for about 3 weeks right? That's not really recent..."

"Emily, do you trust me?" she asked, totally throwing me off.

Several scenes flashed before my eyes. The rabbit. The cabin after she saw me hugging Ward. The silence. But then, as if a wall had been broken, other memories flooded in. Her healing my rib. Her yelling about how much she loves me. Then I realized. I did trust her.

My voice was steady and strong, "Yes. I do."

She didn't smile like I thought she would.

"Then, I have a plan. But you have to trust me for it to work."

I nodded, slightly worried about this plan of hers.

"We are going to have a big argument, and then I'm going to escape from this building and find my brother.

I sat there frozen. Didn't she say earlier that she was worried what they would do to me if she wasn't here? Didn't that still apply?

"Yes, of course it still applies. But this isn't working. I can not be helpless any longer. As soon as Apollo passes over in his chariot, I'll make my escape. Only if it's ok with you. I won't leave you here against your will." she said, sighing.

Well, that was nice of her. Either choose to let her go and face the wrath of Aphrodite and Ares, or make her stay and silently resent me.

"Why can't I go with you?" I whined, not liking my current options.

She furrowed her brow, and looked at me like I had gone insane.

"They didn't tell you? You are bound to this building. They used the power of two gods, so I'll need the power of two gods to break it."

In some weird, twisted way, it made sense.

"Was that the one weird golden bracelet you had on?"

"Nah, that was just a magic canceller. Whoever designed that need an arrow through their-"

"That would be me."

I turned around and groaned. Standing there, as proud as can be, were Ares and Aphrodite.

"So, planning rebellion are you? I believe I have warned you on several occasions what the punishment would be." Aphrodite started, and then she stopped. Artemis's aura was glowing hotter than I'd ever seen it. I covered my eyes, liking being able to see, thank you very much.

The sound of people fighting reached my ears, but for some reason I couldn't open my eyes.

Even with my eyes closed, I saw bright flashes of light that seared my retinas.

Finally, all was quiet. I opened my eyes, and gasped.

The room was in shambles. There were huge gashes across the walls, and Ares and Aphrodite were on the ground, leaking the same kind of liquid that Artemis always was after a session. They weren't unconscious though, as soon as they saw me, they leapt to their feet.

"She's gone?" I heard Aphrodite scream. "Ares, go get her!"

"There's no way I can catch her, babe. She's in her element. Besides, I don't want to get ichor on my new motorcycle." Apparently, he exchanged the motorcycle for his man card, because he definitely doesn't have one anymore.

"Fine. But we have to move her." Aphrodite said, making no move to do so.

Ares sighed and walked over to me. I flinched and tried to back away, but he grabbed my shoulder.

With a snap of his fingers, I was bound and gagged on the floor. My heart stopped, and I realized how terrified I was. How much cruelty had Artemis's presence protected me from?

With another lazy snap, I was floating about 5 feet off the ground, still tied up.

"Take her to the storage room." Aphrodite said, walking away. "Make sure she's miserable."

Ares nodded and then started our little adventure.

He must be a terrible driver, because it seemed like he steered me into every wall imaginable, until finally, it was too hard.

"Ahefgy!" I growled, blood dripping down my face from my nose. "Youb boke my effing noz!"

"Deal with it." he said, not even looking down. Finally, we reached the closet.

It was barely even a closet, about the size of a twin-sized bed. In the middle was a chair that was glowing a faint red.

"That's my invention." Ares said, proudly responding to my unspoken and uncaring question.

He untied me, and threw me on the chair. I was still gagged, otherwise I would be giving him the cussing out he deserved. Blood was running down my face and dying my gag red.

As soon as I was tied down, pain shot through my body. It was like sitting on the hottest stove in the world (not that I've had experience in that matter). Energy was radiating through the chair into my frail (not rabbit) body.

"I would relax if I were you," he said, yelling to be heard over my agonized (and sweartastic) screams.

Everyone knows how easy it is to calm down when you are in extreme pain and bleeding from your face. Somehow I managed, and the pain stopped. There was a faint smell of barbeque in the air, a fact that made me want to throw up. It was me.

"It's hooked up to your heartbeat, so I wouldn't freak out if I were you. Which I'm obviously not, because I can move and do godly things, and you're tied to a chair. If only your mommy loved you..." he trailed off as he walked out the door, locking it behind him.

At his comment, I saw red. I could not remember being this mad before in my life. Just when I was about to scream or yell or something, pain ripped through me.

I knew that the calmer I was, the less agony I would experience, but I just couldn't calm down. It seemed like every frustration from Mrs. Dragen's attack to now had been simmering in me, waiting to be unleashed. Well, now it was. I thought about Willow, Ward's time-freezing, Adonis's pratiness, Mr. D's indifference, Athena's hatred, and finally, Artemis leaving me to this fate. The pain had gone beyond just heat, to fire and ice combined. I could almost see myself jerking spastically in my chair as I tried to escape.

Eventually, I just shut down. No thoughts, no dreams, nothing.

I awoke sometime later, all calm and collected. Every single part of me ached, but for some reason I felt better emotionally. I guess finally confronting my anger had made it easier to deal with. Now, I just felt really calm. Or so I was trying to convince myself.

In reality, I was panicking. What if Artemis never came back? What if she was caught again? What if she couldn't find anyone to help her rescue me? What if she didn't want to rescue me?

My stomach rumbled, just to make my day worse. After Aphrodite had refused to give me any food, Artemis had always conjured some. Sure, it had to be small so that Ares or Aphrodite wouldn't notice, but still. It was sustenance.

My day was spent in a half loopy state of daydreaming. Different colors floated across the sky and I had several interesting hallucinations. One was a herd of rabbits pronking around the room (which as you know is quite ridiculous). Another one involved Ares and Aphrodite square dancing in my cabin at Camp Half-blood. Also, I began to contemplate some of the great mysteries of life.

At a movie theater which arm rest is yours? How does a Real Estate company sell its office without causing confusion? If pro and con are opposites, wouldn't the opposite of progress be Congress? If a doctor suddenly had a heart attack while doing surgery, would the other doctors work on the doctor or the patient? If money doesn't grow on trees then why do banks have branches? And finally, will my author ever let something interesting happen to me that doesn't involve pain? (ehhh I haven't decided)

My arguments took me all over the metaphorical galaxy, but alas. I found no answers.

Finally, something happened that broke me out of my protective bubble of weariness.

I heard the sound of voices right outside my door, Ares's and someone else's. Then, there were noises like a platoon of metal pans being whacked against walls, an my door opened. My heartbeat sped up, and the chair started to burn me again. I screamed in agony, still muffled by the stupid gag.

Walking into the room, in full armor, was the most amazing sight I had ever seen. It was Apollo, with Artemis and Thalia right behind him. At the sight of them, the chair started shocking me (I wonder where it got its inspiration from). Apollo quickly ran over to the chair and cut me loose. I then proceeded to fall flat on my face. All of my energy was gone from the continuous pain and hunger.

"Emily? Emily can you hear me?" I Heard artemis ask, as if from a distance.

"Oh my Hades! Look at her arms!" Apollo must have said. I was glad someone had noticed. I would have pointed it out myself but I was a little busy twitching from the after effects of the chair's latest assault.

A cool, soothing sensation spread through my body, and the pain stopped.

"We need to get her out of here. Apollo, help me with the magic." Artemis ordered.

"You know, if this were any other situation, and you asked me for help, there would be an sonnet involved. Just saying."

I heard Artemis sigh, and together, they started to chant over me. A curious sensation (not unlike frolicking through a meadow (not that I do that(sigh))) washed over me and I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off. For some odd reason, I still couldn't move.

"Emily, get up."

I would love to, I thought.

"What? Why can't you?"

Apollo was following our conversation with his mind-reading, but Thalia looked totally confused.

I don't know. My muscles won't move, I thought, looking at my arms.

"Apollo, pick her up. We have to get out of here." Artemis's voice was cold and efficient.

I saw Apollo reach down, and I was cradled in his arms, which I didn't mind one bit. Did I mention how gorgeous Apollo was? (Ew! He's my uncle!)

We left the building, but I didn't see Ares or Aphrodite anywhere. What a bummer. As soon as we were a good distance away, Artemis snapped, and we were all teleported to a woody area. The weird suction feeling was becoming second nature to me. In fact, it was actually becoming odder NOT being transported through space (Yes, that is a lie).

"Try to move," Artemis commanded me.

I did, to no avail.

"Apollo, is anything wrong with her?"

"She can't move." he pointed out helpfully. I hope I don't get my brains from his side of the family.

Artemis growled, and her aura began to glow a hot silver. "I can tell that," she ground out. "Fix it."

Apollo sighed and set me down on the ground. He waved his hands over me, and a warm sensation washed through my veins. Tension returned to my muscles, and I sat up.

"Finally. Well, come on. Let's get you some food." she said, helping me to my feet. And by "helping" I mean "almost yanking my arm out of socket".

I looked around and realized that we were back in the Hunter's camp. Yippee.

She led me over to the fire, and I sat down on the same log I sat on last time. Artemis brought me a plate of weird meat. At this point, I haven't eaten for over 72 hours. So you understand why the sight of a feast like this brought tears to my eyes.

"Stop being a sissy and eat already." Artemis said, walking over to Apollo and giving him a hug. "Thanks, bro."

He hugged her back. "Anytime. I always like to rescue a damsel in distress," he said, winking at me.

I couldn't tell if he was joking or being flirtatious, so I started eating. The most wonderful sensation of fullness washed through me, and I was happy for the first time in days.

"You must be tired. You can use the same tent that you used last time," she said, pulling me to my feet.

"No, I don't want to sleep," I was really afraid that I would wake up to realize that this had all been a dream. Then I might actually start bleeding from my soul.

"Sleep. You need rest." Artemis laid her hand on my shoulder and steered me into the tent.

I laid down, and my exhaustion overcame me.

"You know it's not over." I heard a male voice say behind me. I whipped my head around, only to see Ares walking toward me. I tried to run, but on the other side was Aphrodite, glaring at me with her arms crossed. Suddenly, she transformed.

Ward was standing right in front of me.

"Did you really think I had changed? Yeah right," he said, walking towards me. He was exactly as I remembered him, complete with dark blue shirt and jeans.

"We're going to find you. And he's going to kill you."

AN2: This is where I would have stopped, but I made a promise.

I awoke, screaming. I was back in the dungeon. Hahahaha jk. About the dungeon part.

"What the flip is the matter with you?" I heard Thalia yell from somewhere outside the cabin.

I heard someone rustle the entrance, and I panicked, certain that it was Aphrodite or Ares. Reaching around, I grabbed my pillow and swung at the intruder.

You can imagine my horror when I realized that it was my very angry, very terrifying mom.

"What. The. Hades. Do. You. Think. You. Are. Doing." she asked, pausing in between each breath for dramatic effect. Trust me, it was working.

"Sorry, I thought-"

"No. You didn't think. You haven't thought since we were first imprisoned," It was the first time someone had brought it up, so the memory was still raw. "Yes, we were together and almost-equals. Now, you need to start treating me with fear and respect, or you'll force me to make you. Do you want that?"

I shook my head, trying to mentally switch from the nice mom to the cruel goddess.

"No, if I were cruel, I would do this." she snapped her fingers and pain shot through my body. This awakened the memories of Ares and Aphrodite, so you'll understand why I was twitching and screaming more than normal. And my profanity was on a whole new level. Seriously, I could be a sailor.

Artemis left, so the pain stopped. I sat there, just thinking. Actually, it wasn't really thinking. It was more of a coma-esqe state of being. For hours I sat there, meditating.

Then, I heard her walk in.

"You're going back to camp."

"WHAT?"