A/N: Due to the explosion of reviews I got from the last chapter, I'm proud to see that it managed to satisfy you guys. I am trying to update more as some of you may have noticed as I updated in January and then February. I am trying for at least monthly updates to keep you guys satisfied from not waiting too long like before when I updated every few months or so.

Percy POV

The silence was almost overbearing as the three entities stared each other intently. Leto stared in shock at her grandson who was seething at the sight of the goddess. The goddess herself just looked amused by Perseus's anger.

"I never did get the chance to properly introduce myself the last time we met," The goddess stated. Perseus's glare seemed to increase by tenfold at her words. "But you should know that I am not your enemy-" The goddess was abruptly cut off when Perseus exploded in fury.

"You took away the only chance I had of making Artemis pay!" She frowned at my proclamation. My hand began to twitch, almost aching for the grip of a weapon just so I could stab this goddess in the throat. I knew who this goddess was and it made me sick. With her domains, she could have easily sensed my distress during my time in the hunt. Yet now she interferes when the tides turned, when Artemis turned from the oppressor to the oppressed.

Immediately her eyes burst into flames, shooting me a glare that made me want to shrivel up in a corner and die. "Keep in mind Perseus that you are in the company of a goddess. Some things are not as simple as they appear to be, you would be best to remember those words if that thought of yours ever crosses your mind again." I scowled at her words.

"What ever happened to privacy?" I muttered, crossing my arms across my chest while shooting a side glance at Leto who seemed mildly interested at the event currently taking place in her dining room. Leto hearing my comment quietly snickered, throwing me a quick wink. I couldn't help but think that Apollo definitely took after his mother.

I narrowed my eyes when I turned back to face the goddess's gaze. "So why have you decided to come see me? Surely this isn't just a check-up from the Olympians to observe my current status?" The goddess gave a very unladylike snort.

"Please Perseus, this is more of a personal matter, I wouldn't have come alone if I was doing this for Olympus." She assured me, sending waves of comfort to lower my guard. I could feel myself becoming obligated to relax. A sense of home began to fill my senses, the smell of pine and mint reminding me of the forest.

I frowned;0 I still couldn't believe that the first thought of home was the wilderness. "Stop," I croaked, attempting to shake myself out of whatever enchantment the goddess put me under. Hestia stared at me in disappointment. Her eyes seemed to bury deep into my soul, uncovering every secret I buried inside.

"Perseus, while you may not consider yourself a son of Artemis, you cannot deny who you really are," I could feel my gaze harden by Hestia's words. Her words stung; while I knew what she said was true, it couldn't stop the rage bubbling up inside me.

"I said STOP!" Shadows exploded around the room, covering every single source of light apparent in the room. I could hear a small groan of annoyance escape from Leto as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Hestia, I asked you to help him," Leto huffed, by the abrupt darkness the shadows brought. "I didn't ask you to put him in a rage-induced state. If I wanted to do that then I wouldn't have allowed you to come, instead I would have brought my daughter here for Perseus to release my anger on."

"You would jeopardize the life of your own daughter?" Hestia gasped, staring at her friend in complete shock.

Leto snorted in amusement, "I wouldn't necessarily endanger her life, sure I would let Perseus push her around a little bit but if things escalated too much I would have stepped in." I wanted to laugh at Hestia's expression of horror. "Besides, my daughter hasn't deemed me worthy enough to visit since I brought her and her brother to Olympus. You don't think that I wouldn't be at least somewhat bitter at my daughter's actions? For Zeus's sake, until Perseus crash landed here in Delos, I haven't even had the chance to meet him, my own grandson."

My frown deepened at Leto's words. It made me realize I wasn't the only one isolated by Artemis. Leto was cast aside the moment Artemis became a goddess. The thought made me furious about how my grandmother was merely a tool in Artemis's eyes to help support her until she reached Olympus.

"You understand why, your daughter has been very busy trying to accomplish the tasks set forth by her father," Hestia attempted to reason. Leto rolled her eyes in amusement. It was obvious that she didn't believe a single word Hestia said.

"Unfortunately, we aren't here to discuss my problems but to rather address Perseus's. Instead of pissing him off in my house, why don't you just look at his memories to get a glimpse of the experience he went through with my daughter? I'm sure my brother would also like to have a few choice words with her like I had." Hestia sighed before turning to stare at me sadly. I could feel pity arising within her as she began to delve into my mind.

"What did you say to Artemis?" I asked, staring at Leto curiously.

Leto smirked, "I just simply chewed her out in front of the Olympian council. I couldn't exactly do anything more without declaring war upon Olympus. Despite the ongoing titan war, Zeus saw fit to allow me punish my daughter after a slight bit of convincing on my part." Immediately Hestia snorted in amusement, reminiscing of the little spat Zeus and Leto had before Leto started to toss him around the room like a ragdoll.

"To say my daughter was less than pleased would be an understatement…" Leto chuckled. "While she was curious on how I was aware of your existence and whereabouts, I managed to convince her that I simply met you during my travels." She took a sip of tea from one of the cups sitting on the dining table. "She's desperate to find you. It's as if you are the only source of salvation she has. Of course whether she deserves your forgiveness or not is not up to me. What I can tell you though is that you shouldn't let your emotions control your decisions upon the hunt. If you are to take your anger out, take it out on Artemis."

"How can you tell me that? You know what they did to me!" I exclaimed. I felt betrayed, how could Leto tell me to not make the hunt also pay for their actions.

"I'm not asking you to forgive the hunters; I'm simply asking that you ignore them for the time being." Leto replied calmly. "Despite only knowing you for a short amount of time, I wouldn't like to witness your death so soon."

"I can handle the hunters," I huffed, hardly holding back a snort of amusement.

"That's not what I meant," Leto grimaced; her eyes were somber as she stared into mine. "You must be careful to remain in control of your emotions should you ever encounter Artemis and her hunt again. Nothing good will come should you increase their ire towards you."

I took a deep breath to collect myself when frustration began to thunder through my veins. I watched as Leto gave Hestia one more final look before leaving without another word to her room, leaving Hestia and I alone in the dining room. Walking into the living room, I collapsed onto the couch, pondering over Leto's words.

"She only wants what's best for you, you know," Hestia murmured, sitting down next to me. I sighed and unleashed my control over the shadows, willing for light to return to the room. "While what she's saying may not make sense right now, I promise you that she only has your best interests in mind."

"Why do you want to help me?" I shot up from the couch and glared at her.

"I understand that you are upset but you must understand that I'm not your enemy." Hestia placed her hand on my shoulder, forcing me back down onto the couch. "While I know of your hatred of the Olympians, I presume that you already know about my current status?"

"Hestia, there's no need to tell me you're single, but I don't understand why you want to tell me this." Hestia's face immediately blushed a deep red, almost making her resemble a tomato. I could hear her stutter as she attempted to retort to my joke.

I inwardly smirked as Hestia struggled to respond. I didn't expect this large of a reaction to occur but I didn't bother to complain. It was already amusing watching Hestia attempt to play off her flustered expression.

"I meant as an Olympian. I had to give up my throne for that despicable son of Zeus, Dionysius, because I defended something that I believed was right to which Zeus disagreed with. And throughout the years I was forced to watch as my family tore themselves apart." I didn't understand why she was telling me this. But as I stared at Hestia's downcast expression, I knew I should keep silent as it seemed as if it was already hard enough for her to admit this. "The Olympian council is not as proud and mighty as they once were. Back then, they were respectable, just, now they are corrupt, tainted by the possession of power."

"They don't even act like a family anymore," Hestia spat bitterly. "Instead, they are just a cabal of individuals hungry for power." We sat there in silence. "I guess you could say we are alike in some ways." Hestia finally spoke, staring at me with a bleak gaze. I was about to protest until Hestia spoke once again. "We were both abandoned by our families. The moment my throne was given to the drunkard I was forgotten. No one talked to me unless they needed something. I watched as I slowly faded into the background. I know that it's only a taste of what you went through but I understand why you are doing this."

"Can you blame me?" I asked icily.

Hestia shook her head.

I could feel the tension between us slowly dissolve. I wanted to hate her but seeing Hestia in such a state of misery was almost heartbreaking. I carefully reached out and patted her on the shoulder.

"Apollo talked about you, you know?" Hestia stared at me in confusion. "Whenever we hung out together, Apollo wouldn't stop praising about the great goddess of hope and how she was truly the highlight of his day every time he returned to Olympus." Hestia gave a dry chuckle at the remembrance of the bubbly sun god.

"He had his struggles too. I was his confidant at times when he was stressed or depressed. How… how is he?" I smiled at the nervousness portrayed by the goddess.

"Apollo is usually a bit depressed every now and then. I don't think he is still completely used this endless sea of darkness that's covering the world. He complains that his gold doesn't shine as brightly as it did in the light." I said. Hestia snickered.

"You should see his temple on Olympus; it's completely made out of gold."

I rolled my eyes, I wasn't surprised to hear this due to how much I heard him obsess about this metal called Imperial gold about five times a day. Thinking about Apollo made me realize just how long I have been missing. After not hearing news from me for days, Apollo must surely think I was dead.

My thoughts were interrupted when a crash was heard outside. I quickly reached into my dagger sheath only to realize that my dagger had been destroyed in my fight against Hyperion.

"Fuck," I cursed, realizing that I had no weapon to fight whatever was roaming outside. The stone on my necklace seemed to add on ten pounds as fear began to enter my heart. I was virtually defenseless. Spi was still unconscious from our little parlor trick at Mt. Saint Helens.

'Wait my necklace?' I shook myself out of my muse and grabbed ahold of the small onyx colored stone resting on the base of my neck. 'Zoe' I immediately thought. My hand slipped into my pocket and grasped ahold of the small hairpin the hunter had given me when we rescued Artemis.

'Great, I can poke whatever is out there to death,' I thought as I gripped the hairpin. Suddenly the hairpin transformed into a beautiful bronze xiphos, the name Anaklusmos etched onto the blade. I stared in awe at the sword, how perfectly balanced it felt in my hands. I took a quick glance at Hestia who seemed just as surprised as me at the hairpin's transformation.

"Go, inform Leto that there's an intruder on the island." Hestia nodded and quickly rushed off through the house towards Leto's bedroom.

I stepped outside, observing the dark beach in front of me, the waves crashing violently against the shore. I slowly crept towards the source of the crash only to see a couple of training swords that evidently fell to the ground.

I sighed in relief; my nerves must have been getting the best of me. I spun around only to suddenly meet glowing silver eyes piercing straight into mine. I involuntarily took a step back and tripped, falling straight onto my back against the wall of Leto's house.

"It looks like mother lied to me." Artemis snarled, notching an arrow aimed straight towards my face.

A/N: I could almost feel this coming but I cannot stress enough that THIS IS NOT A FORGIVENESS STORY WHERE PERSEUS IS LIKE "HEY, YOU FUCKED ME OVER MULTIPLE TIMES BUT THAT'S OKAY, ILL STILL FIGHT FOR YOU GUYS!" Like seriously, those stories are only really good if they are done properly and I don't believe that I have the proper skills to execute that. Anyway please review and I hope you all enjoy these "technically faster" updates compared to beforehand xDDD