"Made me run away from everything is all it did to me," Percy spat bitterly as Artemis seemed to be doing a very graceful version of a gaping fish (Trust him, Percy knew what a gaping fish looked like far more than you think). "Y-you" Artemis began. Percy looked at her nervously. "Yeah?" he said. "Y-you're the heir to—" she cut herself short and tried to compose herself. If Poseidon knew, she thought. If he ever found out, holy deer of a bear. If Poseidon found out, Percy was- no she was-no Percy AND all the Allies were dea-

"My father's not as paranoid as yours, you know. He wouldn't do something too rashly if ever." Percy said as if her emotions were plastered on her face. So much for trying to compose herself. At the back of Artemis's head, she raised an eyebrow. She thought Percy loathed his father now. So why did he defend him? But he did say it rather indifferently. Artemis focused to compose herself. Though her reaction was understandable considering the fact that there hasn't been heirs since how many millena. And the first and last generation of heirs-well, let's just say those were one of the darker sides of Greek Mythology.

"I'm not trying to dethrone my father. Never thought of it. Not even once, if that helps," Percy said looking at Artemis carefully. Artemis looked back. "I don't want an oath saying this is true. I want hard proof," Artemis said.

Ah, the proof. All heirs would be marked in some way. "Eh," Percy shrugged. "I would. But it's sort of complicated. I'd need your help." Percy says. Artemis raised an eyebrow. Percy motioned to whisper Though, he could probably shout what he told her, but it was kind of personal. She looked at him with a mixture of caution and amusement. And then she nodded. She turned to age seventeen. It'd be easier to reach up like that for what she needed to do.

Percy scrunched up his eyes for a moment. This was the first time he saw Artemis in an age other than 12 and other than the form she took during council meetings. She looked-well like any other goddess-beautiful. She had all the grace she does in any of her age forms, but the way her hair was cut short just a few centimeters down her shoulder, that it was straight just until it met the curls and the waves at the bottom, the way her hair seemed to have every shade of red and orange, of auburn, they suggested the rebellious streak behind the grace. And her eyes. And the glint of danger in them. Gods, Percy, he said to himself. Get a grip. And Percy silently thank that it wasn't a popular hobby of the goddesses to change age. It was hard enough to shrug the beauty of one of their ages as it sighed. She wasn't used to being curious and not being able to get her answers right away when she could. She was kind of like her sister, Athena, in that way.

"Just look at my eyes. You'll see proof."

Artemis reluctantlyput a hand on his bare chest and delicately flattened it-well sort of flattened it-without breaking eye contact with Percy Jackson. Percy focused. He let the lock unleash a bit and Artemis braced herself. She felt it and absorbed the raw power oozing out of Percy. Actually, what she was doing, she was more of filtering it. Separating the different dominating energies within him. She was shocked by the amount of energy she needed to filter out. And she doubt all of it was even close to a tenth of the whole thing. She focused on filtering-all the while never cutting eye contact with him-until she could see the specks of red and orange on Percy's eyes were gone and the sea energy dominated completely once again.

It had been a long tie since Artemis-since anyone saw the wonderful sea green of Percy's eyes. When he became Hestia's and Mars', red and orange seemed to have flicked their way into his eyes. Though Artemis knows he could probably control it to maintain a color if he wanted.

Even for a sea child's standards, having sea green eyes like his was rare. Occasionally, they were sea blue, or a sea storm blue, a dark blue like the pits of the sea, or the color of the ocean. But Percy's was rare. His eyes changed with emotion. His eyes was the personification of the sea. Artemis heard Amphitrite phrased it like that bitterly once.

Then the weirdest thing happened. The long Artemis looked at Percy's eyes...it was hard to explain. One moment she was looking at the sea green eyes. Then. She was looking at the sea. And THEN. She was IN THE SEA. As a daughter of Zeus, she had never gone as deep in the sea as she felt like she was right then. She could feel it in all it's might. She felt it's tide. It's hunger. It's wave. It's passion. It's horizon and depth and its-

"Artemis!"

Percy reacted so fast he couldn't even put a Lady to her name. Instantly, he had one arm wrapped around her arm. Pulled her closer to his chest to support her and grabbed the hand from his chest. What happened? Artemis thought. The sudden pull from the sea to where she was, disoriented her.

"Ah. Gods. I didn't think you'd absorb too much of my energy" Percy mumbled as he steadied Artemis. Once Artemis got some of her wits back, she muttered, "I can handle more of the energy, but Mars' energy. Gods it feels like it was trying to eat mine up" too low for Percy to hear. Hestia's energy heated hers up too much too. She steadied herself and Percy heard her mutter something about incompatible energies. She sighed. Artemis mentally raised an eyebrow at herself. Her sigh. It was laced with something weird. Foreign. A dash of-comfort?

Hestia couldn't help but chuckle a bit as she watched everything from the hearth, while some of the gods and goddesses were bickering in the throne room. She had seen everything. And it was hard to notice that Percy still has his arms around Artemis and still hadn't let go of her hand when he took it away from his chest. Of all people, Artemis was letting him do that! She mused. How amusing that Mars and her energy could mess up another person. But she guessed gods aren't really compatible with everything.

She thought about what was coming near. How everything was going to unfold soon. Artemis would be a great Ally. But Percy though. Hestia knew about things. Things that has still to happen. But every detailed piece of information she has seemed vague as a whole. Percy probably knows how to fit them together. After all, there are things he's keeping even from her. But Hestia doubts Percy knows that there's a puzzle to be solved in the first place

Percy set her on the couch gently just when Artemis was about to say that he could let go of her now. "Thank you," she says in a tone as if she was testing the words in her mouth, at the same time Percy says "Sorry about that" sheepishly.

After a few seconds of utter awkwardness. "That vision. It came from the Trident itself, didn't it," she says although she already knew so. She scrunched up her eyebrows. "But Perseus, you're telling this all jumbled up. One secret to another. The weakness of the gods? Most powerful Olympian? Why did you disappear? What have you been up to for the past centuries and so on," Artemis says as she analyzed everything

Percy sighed. Oh, Annabeth. Where was his bestfriend when he needed him. "I was getting to that part. When I got the Trident to acknowledged me. It showed me it's...for lack of better description, it showed me it's memories. I saw my father's life flash before me." Percy says with a bit of a hard voice.

"I think the thing you'd want to hear most is how our fathers and our uncles got their domain" Percy says not looking her in the eye, but somewhere sideways as if he was lost in thought. "Hades wanted the throne of the gods. It was his birthright. But his energy seemed to be more compatible with the underworld. You'd think Uncle was senile, insane, driven with hatred and thirst for revenge. You'd think that's why dark power chose him. You'd think wrong. It was because he was calm when there was chaos. It wasn't because of his ability to revel in the darkness, but because of his aptitude to control it.

"Like we know, our domains are determined by the way our nature leans towards them. Hahaha put it this way. You're father's ambitions where so high, it dominated the sky," Percy smirked. At first Artemis was baffled how freely he could speak of the God King but then she realized, this was the person who hid from her Hunt for 7 centuries. She couldn't help but snort a bit.

"And your father's personality chose the sea," Artemis says. Percy looked at her. As in looked at her eye to eye. That was a...funny way of phrasing it. Percy mused. "Exactly," He says grinning. Artemis tilted her head slightly. "Why are you grinning?" Did she say something funny? She forgot what humor was in the 21st century.

"Poseidon, the most powerful Olympian."

AN:

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