"I̱líthie ! Pó̱s boreís na eísai tóso i̱líthios ! Af̱tó eínai sti̱n kati̱fóra ! Tha pároume katálava mas ! Pérsi éfyge giatí eíche dó̱sei éxo̱ se pollés pli̱roforíes , tóso tó̱ra eíste akrivó̱s érchetai kai dínei makriá ópo̱s « boró̱ kai egó̱ ekeí eímai o pragmatikós i̱géti̱s ti̱s syskev̱asías , o̱raío na sas gno̱rísoume! Giatí den boró̱ na chytheí móno káthe mystikó pou échoume kai tha to po̱ ston patéra sou kai na mas skotó̱soun gi 'af̱tó to kómma—!"
"Thalia! STOP IT! You're giving me a headache. Speak in English, will ya?" L said rubbing his temple.
"OH I KNOW YOU UNDERSTAND ME. DON'T HEAD ACHE ME, MISTER…." Thalia went on ranting again.
L whispered, "Psst, wanna help me out?" he whisperes to B. "Oh no, bro, this is all your doing. No way am I gonna get castrated with you" B says chuckling. L groans.
"Thalia, look, why don't you go back to the hunters—"
"OH NO I WON'T. YOU EXPLAIN TO ME WHY YOU ARE—"
"Artemis might notice you gone" L said and Thalia just turned red and was fuming smoke in the ears. She turned purple. She made chocking gestures at L. "FINE! SEE IF I CARE! IN FACT, THE NEXT TIME YOU GO TO A MISSION FOR WHO KNOWS HOW LONG AND START BEING OBVIOUS ABOUT OUR SECRETS TO THE HUNTERS, WHY DON'T YOU JUST DIE!"
And with that Thalia stomped away.
C whistled. "Damn boy, we really shouldn't be left alone with her when Percy and Nico are around. At least it's them who Thalia takes her anger out. Not with us"
B was just laughing his butt of and L was groaning.
Artemis was literally confused.
Who was this 'L' person? And why would he be the real leader of the pack when the title 'Ace' belonged to someone else?
This L person refused to tell her anything after he was introduced as the leader of the Pack.
All he did was give him his letter and trudge off.
Artemis paced, and then decided to open the letter.
Dear Sister,
I hoped you restrained from turning L, B, and the others that have just come back from their missions into jackalopes. That would be too bad, I am quite fond of making them train and watch them almost die in their missions. Plus not to mention the fact that if you did anything to unduly harm the Pack, my Ace would not stand for it. I am serious. He gets scary when you threaten or hurt his family. I had once fought him at a young age because of it!
Artemis eyes widened. That boy had fought his brother?! And he's alive still!
Anyway, you probably know this, but father is...father does not trust me anymore. He never did much before, now even less. I understand him...keeping a Pack unknown...but please, you have to trust me. I know I have done nothing ever brotherly to you, but at least this once, you have to understand that we are working with bigger things here. Especially considering the real identity of my Champion, the Ace, and also the identities of some of the people in the Pack are quite...controversial.
In our family, I have done nothing that can say that I really was your brother. But I want to start acting like one now-don't ask me why because I cannot tell you the reasons...yet. I want you to think, sister. My Ace has once made me question my positon...my...way of life. Why do we follow the council? Why do we follow our King? He had ask me, do we follow our father because we are doing good-doing things better for the world, or do we follow him precisely just because he is our father?
NO! I am not trying to overthrow him! I promise! Nor am I trying to start a war! I know it's ironic, but I'm actually trying to avoid one-thus the secrecy. The secrets we keep can cause all of the things we keep, if ever they get out, may-no, will bring us all the things we have locked away for centuries now.
Now, here is why I have written this letter to you. Tonight, L has come back from the mission. The Pack has a tradition they uphold whenever L leaves and comes back safely to the Pack...well, they also have another tradition they do whenever other member leaves but comes back alive to the Pack, but that's beside the point.
He will...invite you and your hunters for the night and will be...'opening up.' Here is the important part. The only way he will continue to tell you...things that I want you to know is if you swear on the River Styx. I shall not tell you what you will be asked to swear to-you will find that out soon. That is your hard choice: swear or not swear
If you swear...then I am eternally grateful to you. And I know it will be hard, but if you swear and push comes to shove, you cannot remain on father's side without telling yourself you are a traitor. I will not ask you to swear. I cannot make you. I do not wish to make you. It is your choice.
Remember what I said. I am not plotting against our father. I care about family!...though I shall deny this if you ever tell that someone. BUT, bigger things are at risk here, Artemis. I'm serious. This is more than just a squabble to assure more power is with us. Much more than that.
Please trust me that I am planning something wanting to avoid catastrophe. If not, trust Aunt Hestia. She has loved us and is the only person that treated us like nieces and nephew...like family. She has been here far more longer than we have thus knowing more-wiser more so. If you trust her, then I hope you have it in you to trust me too. It's been 700 years since she made me her partner in crime.
Your Brother,
Mars
(Because I couldn't have written this sensely if I was Ares)
P.S. After your read this, it shall explode...kinda like Greek Fire. I suggest you throw it.
Artemis eyes widened and she quickly crumpled the piece of paper and threw it to the sky.
BOOM
It exploded
"Mistress! What was that!" one of her hunters exclaimed in alarm
"Lady Artemis! Lady Artemis!" another hunter exclaimed running to her. Artemis raised an eyebrow
"What is it Cassandra?" she asks
"It's the Pack. Phoebe is furious!"
"What? Why!" Artemis demanded.
"But the Pack swore they are not flirting. They said you would understand" she said out of breath.
"What did they do?"
"They invited us to discuss some things. They proposed to have dinner with the entire Hunt"
A thought flashed in the mind of Artemis: He will...invite you and your hunters for the night and will be...'opening up.'
"What are we to do, Lady? Shall we hunt them?" she asks.
"Tell them..."
I will not ask you to swear. I cannot make you. I do not wish to make you. It is your choice.
"Yes, Lady?"
It is your choice.
"Tell them we accept their invitation"