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Outside, hunters gathered around the stunned girl who was slowly sitting up. Persia seemed confounded as she slowly moved, her motions sluggish as she tried to stand, her head spinning as she tried to understand what happened.

One moment, Artemis was mad at her. In the next, she was kissed-her first kiss, and all of a sudden she found herself tossed out of the tent like a sack of potatoes.

What was going on?

Artemis sat at the side of her bed, numb.

She just…kissed Persia out of the blue and threw her out.

What the hell happened to the maiden goddess that couldn't fall in love?

What happened to her?

She wanted to scream in frustration. One moment, she was calm and composed, keeping her feelings at bay, and the next moment…she completely lost it.

She had already touched herself earlier in the morning, and had imagined something quite inappropriate as she did so. She thought after this tiny lapse in her behaviour, everything would be fine, her lust would be suppressed and she could go on as normal.

It didn't.

In fact, it got worse since she realized her deepest, inner desire.

She wanted love, she wanted to be hugged and kissed by a partner, and to live life to it's fullest.

And now she wanted to scream in frustration and despair.

She was given the title 'goddess of maidens' for fucks sake! She couldn't possibly love, it would go against her very morals! What would people think? More importantly, what would her family think? The goddess of chastity, loving someone else.

Yet, her feelings were true this time. She didn't need to twist them, she didn't need to force them out. They came like a river, natural, fast and unpredictable.

She hated unpredictability.

Over the millennia she had existed, her nature had always been the same. She had, in the beginning, formed a group of handmaidens that hunted alongside her, and she always remained in or near nature, hunting, existing, thriving. She would wake, tend to her domains, hunt and then retire. Though her group of handmaidens eventually turned into hunting partners who received immortality, and were called her hunters, nothing much had changed fundamentally. She still kept her hunting wolves, and had a nymph or two in her group.

She had rarely broken any patterns in her existence.

The few times she did break her routine were due to external influence. The conquest of Alexander the third- or to mortals, Alexander the Great, the Trojan war, countless other conquests in Rome, then Spain, France and Britain.

Hades, she even remembered watching the infamous 'Von Barlow death ride' and that horrid week in the Soviet Union.

But these were all short compared to the millennia she had existed. Sure, the longest one, her overseeing of the conquest of Alexander the third, lasted for 12 years-she was even banished to the mortal realm as a mortal for some time during the quest for her 'interference'. In total, These wouldn't even have added up to 50 years total…

Unless she counted the (minor) stint during the Roman era in which her Greek persona went dormant. And even then, she could comfortably say that her time away from her normal routine lasted less than two millennia.

Yet here she was, on the verge of breaking her normal routine for the sake of love.

The thought of it terrified her. She didn't know what would happen in her lifetime, but she had never thought of love. The goddess, the personification of love itself, didn't attract her or stir up anything in the slightest, so why should she care about it?

She sighed, holding her head in her hands. Here she was, ready-or, forced to to venture into the unpredictable after having strictly adhered to her routine for millennia, faced with the reality of love and attraction after she had ruthlessly squashed any feelings of attraction for years and years.

She had never been this unsure of herself, never this afraid.

Still, when she recalled those beautiful heterochromatic eyes of Persia Jackson, she couldn't help but feel a fluttering sensation within her stomach, and an insatiable yearning in her heart.

Mentally slapping herself, she steeled her nerves. Love or no love, she was still a goddess. She still had a job to do, domains to tend to, and sisters in arms she wanted to care for and lead into battle. For now, her personal problems could be cast aside and dwelled on later.

Rising from her position, she conjured up a paper and a pen and began writing. Persia Jackson had pledged herself to the hunt and herself, and she might as well get her to be useful and hopefully out of her sight.

Hopefully, her plan could do just that, and allow any hunters of her own to relax and enjoy life in the wilderness.

Finally, she smiled, her silver orbs shining as she began to write.

Persia was in the midst of getting yelled at by other hunters before her patron (owner) hauled her up and dragged her to the creek.

The small crowd of hunters, who thought she had wronged their Lady in her tent, were quite vicious and mad. Persia had to tell them everything, but she conveniently left out the kiss that they shared. They hadn't let her off the hook yet before Artemis had come over and personally dragged her away.

Two huntresses were on the banks of the creek, washing a pile of clothing, and stood up to greet Artemis as she dragged Persia over to them.

"Hunters, you are dismissed," Artemis said in a clipped tone, and both of them nodded before smirking at Persia, who looked at them in confusion.

"Persia." Artemis said, letting go of her scruff. "Since you pledged yourself to me and the hunt, you're going to make yourself useful. Start by washing these clothes. I'll give you assignments as soon as you return."

Persia sighed internally, but outside she nodded respectfully. "Yes, Milady."

Without another word, Artemis spun on her heels and marched away.

Persia sighed, and sat down next to the pile of clothing. Grabbing the topmost piece, she dipped it in the water and began to scrub.

Sure, she still had an affinity to water, bu she could feel that it was noticeably weaker now. She attempted to summon a small whirlpool to act as that mortal machine that washes clothes…washing machine, yes, but maintaining said whirlpool was difficult and she had to submerge her limbs in water to draw out power.

Not like her stamina had gone down-in fact, without the water, she could still maintain the whirlpool fine-with ease, even, but she required more concentration than ever before. Previously, she simply needed to imagine the whirlpool there and it would be…well, there. Now, she had to actively force the water to bend to her will.

It felt like the water didn't recognise who she was and actively resisted.

Drying the clothes was fine. Her fire powers came in handy, heating up her palm to act like an iron and smoothening the clothing articles out. Still, when she tried to summon a fire to hang the clothes over, it took her immense amounts of concentration to do so again.

It seemed like she was affluent in controlling neither fire nor water. Great.

She sighed as she tossed another parka into the water before reforming the whirlpool. She just wanted this to be over quickly.

The hunt was suspicious and wary of the new addition in their ranks.

Somehow, this girl had managed to piss off their patron twice in one day, turning their usually friendly and/or approachable mistress into a cold and uncaring goddess.

And now, she had caused the hint to be more fractured than ever.

Most elder hunters and hunters who were with Artemis for centuries saw Persia as someone who obviously disrespected her femininity and womanhood, and they vowed to treat her like an outcast, a freak who deserved nothing.

Meanwhile, Thalia and the newer hunters didn't see her as a problem, and simply believed that Artemis must've had an unresolved personal problem with the new hunter. Sadly, they were in the minority, considering that most new recruits had perished in the second titan war and there were only a few new recruits who joined afterwards.

Zoë though…she took the stance of neither side. She knew that Persia hadn't done anything to disrespect anything female, and was in fact clear of any accusations the elder hunters tossed at her. Still, she knew that Persia had basically pledged herself to the hunt and Artemis as a slave…though it didn't explain her mistress' behaviour. Either Persia did something to upset her, or Artemis took offence to her new body…

Whatever. These were not her concerns for now. Sighing, she watched as the hunt continued to tear itself apart with words.

She just wanted this to be over, to let everything return to normal. No wars, no arguing, just peace and hunting.

She wondered what Persia was up to right now.

Persia groaned as she finally folded the last piece of clothing and stacked it neatly in a pile.

She should honestly recommend this to Hades as a torture method…because she could see herself doing laundry daily.

This was worse than hell. (If only she would know how wrong she was)

Silently grumbling to herself, she picked up a stack of clothing and walked towards the camp…

Only to run straight into Phoebe and two other Elder hunters.

The neatly folded clothes slid off the stack and fell onto the grass, staining a few pieces with grass blades and mud. Persia sighed and went to pick them up, but before she could a foot shot out of nowhere and stomped on her hand.

She screamed.

"Oh look at this insect. Screaming at a tiny scratch." Phoebe said, a sadistic smile on her face. "Tell me, shitbag, what did you do to disrespect your womanhood, your femininity?" She snarled as she dug her heel into the back of her hand.

Persia could feel her bones twisting and breaking under the immense force of Phoebe's foot. She wasn't unused to pain, but after months of living in banishment and exile, she hadn't experienced any immense pain. Cuts and bruises? Sure, along with the occasional broken finger, but this…she'd forgotten the feeling of such immense pain.

She screamed again.

By now, hunters were gathered around the quartet, some snickering at the misfortune of her while some looked on sympathetically. None moved to help her though, and she watched in horror as Phoebe raised her foot and stomped on her hand again.

"ANSWER ME!"

Tears began gathering in the corner of her eyes, but Persia refused to let them fall, nor was she willing to answer Phoebe's questioning. She did nothing wrong…

Well, except kissing their mistress.

But hey-the first time was a complete accident, and the second time their mistress engaged her first. So she technically wasn't at fault…sort of.

Seeing that Persia was refusing to answer, Phoebe snarled in frustration and anger, before stomping over and kicking Persia in the chest. She tumbled over, groaning in pain, just as Thalia ran over to see what was going on.

"PHOEBE, WHAT THE HELL!"

Phoebe turned to face a raging Thalia crackling with lightning.

A split second later, Phoebe was wreathed in electricity and tossed off the ground as Thalia released a massive bolt of lighting onto her fellow hunter. Some of the clothes were charred and burned, while mud splattered over the neatly folded and washed clothes, staining them yet again.

Of course, Phoebe wouldn't go down without causing more trouble. Persia's eyes widened as Phoebe flew towards her and slammed backwards into her. Both of them grunted, but Persia was slammed into the ground and acted like a cushion for the buff daughter of Ares as she fell on top of her.

Phoebe rolled off Persia with no problem-well, discounting the fact that she was smoking and stumbled in her step.

Meanwhile, Persia lay on the ground, feebly struggling and straining to breathe. Her hand was slightly mangled, having been stomped on and almost every bone within broken, and she had her head smashed into the ground by phoebe's buff form too.

Thalia wasted no time in running to her cousin's aid. "Persia! Persia, are you okay?" She asked, and she received a feeble moan in response. "Persi, hang in there." She said, sitting her up with a hand supporting her neck. Persia's head lolled as Thalia hollered for a medic, and Atlanta, seeing Persia's poor and sorry state, ran forwards to help her.

"We need to get her to the medical tent." Atlanta said immediately after running to the aid of Persia. Thalia grimly nodded and tried to lift her slim form up. Seeing this, Zoë also ran forth and lifted Persia up by the waist, leaving her legs for Atlanta to handle.

But just as the trio were making their way over to them medical tent, a very annoyed Artemis came storming out of the main tent. "Girls, who's causing-WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!?"

She ran over to the trio carrying a limp Persia. "WHO-WHO THE HADES DID THIS?" The hunt, including the trio carting Persia, stood stock still. A newer hunter pointed to a limping Phoebe.

Persia let out another moan, and Artemis hurriedly waved them on before storming over to Phoebe. Quickly the trio made their way into the medical tent, attempting to ignore the screaming goddess behind them.

"Doth thee think she's well now?" A worried Zoë asked Atlanta and Thalia. "Yeah, kelp head is gonna be fine. I bet you she's gonna jump up and flash that fucking annoying grin at us and say 'Tis but a scratch'." Both of them grinned slightly at the inside joke, but a confused Atlanta looked at them before resuming her healing.

She remembered that Thalia used to refer to her male cousin as 'kelp head' since he was a son of Poseidon. Though she distinctly remembered that he'd died, and Artemis had found his body…

So why was Thalia using that nickname to refer to Persia?

Never mind that, she thought to herself. I have duties to do.

Persia's hand was badly broken, but with some healing magic (since Atlanta is a daughter of Apollo), nectar and ambrosia, she was able to fix it. Her hand would still be numb for some time, but she'd be okay in the long run. Her mild concussion was also quickly fixed with some nectar, and after an hour or so, Persia groggily sat up, having passed out some time ago.

By her bedside was a figure with silver eyes and auburn hair.

Artemis.

"Persia, are you alright?"

Zoë was struggling to understand her mistress.

Just hours ago, she was extremely hostile and cold. Now, she was all warm and concerned, sitting by Persia's bedside.

Oh, and Persia looks so bewildered at her mood swing. Zoë would never get her confused and shocked expression out of her mind, it was just too funny.

Still, back to her mistress…she wasn't sure what was going on with Artemis.

Okay, scratch that. She had a pretty good idea on what was happening with Artemis.

Mood swings, hostility towards someone, slight blushing, nervousness and anger spikes…

She was pregnant!

No, no. She was in the clutches of Aphrodite. Probably. Or she was actually pregnant, but it would seem unlikely since she was the goddess of maidens…

And if she was with child, her domains (all of them) would get disrupted severely. The moon would shine less, nature would respond to them less, and the hunt would physically feel it. They'd get moody, their feelings would be dull and they'd have less motivation to hunt until their mistress regained control.

None of the above had happened yet, so Zoë placed her bets on Artemis falling in love…and she had a pretty good idea on who she fell in love with.

The new girl, Persia. Also known to her, Artemis and Thalia as Female Percy. Or Percy reincarnated. Or just Percy.

In her thousands of years of existence, she'd come across many things, and had a pretty good idea on what was happening. She'd read some books about love and soulmates and stuff like that. One book theorised that if a soul was bound to a deity willingly, they'd absorb some of said deity's immortal essence (which they would regain over time) and form a deep bond with a deity.

In most cases, said bond would be fierce loyalty to the deity said souls were bonded with. They'd also be close and would be familiarised with the deity they were bonded with. In some rare cases though, this bond would run deeper and invoke something called a soul chain. Similar to the red string of fate, it would cause fated love to run between said soul and a deity. However it was rare and rumored to have never been seen…

Well, until now that is.

She remembered that to have a soul chain linked with a deity, said souls must have sacrificed themselves for a deity and reincarnated. And even then, there were additional requirements that no one knew about except for Aphrodite, and she wasn't feeling generous so she couldn't just waltz up to her palace and ask.

A trait of soul chains, she recalled, was to have no memory of a soul's previous live(s) until they found their chained mate, and even then the memories normally held no weight at the beginning, only manifesting in slowly. The gods of healing and ones that held domains over emotions were rumored to be able to remedy this problem though. Chained mates were also fated to quickly fall in love and be fiercely loyal to each other, and could potentially have multiple mates if they had a red string of fate bonded to them.

Persia had already displayed a lack of memory until she'd met her supposed mate, and though she seemed to remember her memories with emotions attached, she wasn't sure. Still, if Persia was indeed her mistress' mate, Artemis would show signs of attraction…

Thinking about it, Zoë could see that Artemis was showing the signs of her usual denial when she fell in love. After the Orion scandal, she had quietly confided to her about the whole incident, and ever since Zoë had noticed signs of her mistress suppressing love. Mood swings, a cold shoulder to the love in question, anger and harsh behaviour. It all matched…

All she lacked now was an actual confrontation with Artemis about this.

Zoë sighed. So that was why Artemis was behaving differently…at least, the most likely theory.

But then, what should she do with this knowledge?

Persia was ready to run from her duties and scream.

Before she got sent to do 'chores for the hunt', she'd been cared for by Artemis, and then yelled at, given the cold shoulder again and then tossed into the weapons tent to sharpen knives.

Currently, she'd sharpened half the bucket, but her hands were painful and her body felt cramped. She was sitting on a stool, pedalling the whetstone grinder as she slapped another knife onto the whetstone surface.

"Just a few more, just a few more…"she muttered to herself and began pedalling, the screeching of metal against stone ringing clear in the tent. Specks of blood decorated the stone-her shaking, cramped hands couldn't handle sharp objects and were prone to cuts, apparently.

Persia was sweating, and her silver shirt clung to her smil frame as she worked. Her brown was matted with sweat, but so far she hadn't figured out where to get water, nor was she able to take a break due to the amount of knives she had to sharpen.

Of course,just as she was regaining her rhythm, the tent flap opened and in stepped the person-rather, goddess she wished to see the least.

Artemis.

A tiny fluttering feel entered her heart and she mentally sighed. Not now, fuck off.

It remained.

The goddess didn't speak, she simply stood at the entrance of the tent, observing Persia sharpening the knives. Just as Persia was about to grab the last knife, Artemis spoke up.

"Persia. Sharpen the arrows too. And prepare dinner for the hunt."

With that, the goddess turned in her heels and left, leaving a stunned and annoyed Persia in the tent.

Seeing that Artemis was out of earshot, Persia let out a loud groan. "What the fuck did I sign up for? Bloody hell, I expected to be a hunter with extra chores, not a literal slave."

Still, orders were orders. Grabbing the buckets of dull arrows, Persia grudgingly went to work. Placing the arrow sides on the whetstone, she pressed down and pedalled a few times, before flipping the arrow and sharpening the other side as well.

"Well, that's one done," Persia grumbled, "now a few thousand more to go." She said, staring at the multiple buckets filled with arrows.

Sighing, she grabbed another arrow and began pedalling. This was gonna be such a pain…

Unbeknownst to her, a certain goddess was sitting in her tent, inappropriately touching herself as she imagined a sweaty Persia toying with her.

funky time skip because I can

Quite a few hours later, a groaning Persia stepped out of the armory tent, her back throbbing painfully as she stretched, wincing painfully as the joins cracked and shifted. The sky was dark, with the last few rays of sunlight fading away.

"Ugh, I hate getting cooped up in that tent." Persia grumbled as she grabbed the buckets of arrows and began moving towards the campfire to evenly distribute them between each hunter.

"Stop." A cold, clear female voice rang out.

Persia froze, before slowly turning to the origin of the voice. There stood Artemis (Persia groaned internally: leave me alone woman) in all her silvery glory, staring at her with those cold, unflinching silver eyes. Persia's heart skipped a beat, and that annoying feeling came intruding in her heart.

Though…was there just that slight tinge of pink on Artemis' cheeks…and why were her fingers wet?

And when the hell did Artemis wear shorts?

No matter. Persia bowed slightly. "Milady, how may I serve you?"

"Put all the arrows back in the buckets and get them back to the armory tent. Only hand the knives back to my hunters."

"As you command, Milady."

Without another word, without so much as a blink, Artemis spun on her heels and marched away,

It was only then Persia noticed she was in her older 18 year old form. That was odd.

Regardless, she lifted the buckets and began heaving them back to the armory tent.

Persiak's muscles strained and screamed in protest as she began lugging the heavy buckets back to the armory. Her sweaty clothes didn't help either, as they clung uncomfortably to her skin. Still, the short distance from the main camp to the armory tent was hell, and Persia all but collapsed after reaching the armory tent.

Groaning, she picked herself up and staggered over to a nearby lake. She knew that dinner time was close-7:34 PM- but she couldn't even lift anything right now, much less cook or summon food.

Yep, she could summon food now thanks to her connection with the hearth. Still, she was completely drained after her chores, and was in no shape to do anything. Reaching the bank of the lake, she didn't even bother with her clothes and fell straight into the lake, sinking to the bottom as the water rejuvenated her body.

Sitting at the bottom, she let her mind wander. To this day, she still didn't know why she could tell time accurately at night-and only at night.

Another mystery for another day I guess, she thought.

Besides that though, she noted how Artemis seemed to behave differently near her…and how her behaviour would also change near Artemis.

Before, in those few times she was still a 'he' and met the hunt in her banishment, Artemis tolerated him. Yes, she wasn't friendly-and he didn't expect her to be-but now she was outright cold and rude to her.

Almost like she was just a worthless, annoying slave to Artemis.

But what was more frustrating was the small fluttering and buzzing feelings she felt in her heart when she was near Artemis. She noted that Artemis often had a light blush on her otherwise smooth and cute face, and the last time she saw her, her beautiful and neat auburn hair was slightly messed up-

No. What was she thinking? Artemis, cute and beautiful? Well…that was the truth about the goddess, she was good-looking and those silver eyes, they pulled her in-

NO!

Bad brain.

Still, Persia couldn't deny having odd emotions and feelings when she was around Artemis. She chalked those up to nervousness and cowardice, and desperately hoped that it wasn't something else.

Of course, deep down she knew the truth.

BRAIN! Stop thinking right now!

Mentally slapping herself, she let me mind wander once again as she shut her eyes. Settling in a meditating pose, with her legs crossed and tucked under her, she closed her eyes and began slowly absorbing energy from the lake.

Slowly, she felt herself drifting off to sleep-

And then a massive lightning bolt-rather, the electric currents conducted from the bolt into the water- blasted her awake.

Artemis was antsy and annoyed.

She had a big problem in her pants…and in her heart.

And after asking (threatening) Aphrodite (and throwing a massive tantrum), there was only one way to solve it… have Persia become a glorified cock sleeve for her. Well, not a cock sleeve…you get what I mean.

Still, Aphrodite had hinted that this might not solve her problems completely, and Artemis would have to fully come to terms with her feelings quickly, otherwise…well, something would happen.

Of course, Aphrodite refused to answer how she would know when she had to come to terms with her feelings, nor did she say the consequences…or how she should come to terms with her feelings.

This made Artemis very, very confused and annoyed at herself.

And she was hungry.

And the slave of the hunt was nowhere to be found…well, not exactly.

Moments after Thalia sent that bolt of lightning into the lake (and frying a fish), a semi-wet and soul tearing Persia flew out of the lake and stumbled onto the banks.

"Wh-what-how-who-"

"Persia. Shut up." Thalia said, holding in her giggles. Zoë stood nearby, her face red as she tried not to laugh at the spluttering demigoddess in front of them.

And Artemis?

Well…her face was beet red as she stared at the demigoddess. Her hair was dry with droplets of water clinging to them, her silver shirt clung to her slim frame, showing off her natural curves. But the most stunning thing was that the moonlight reflected off the water droplets, giving her a light silver glow…

And she seemed to have an ethereal silver glow as well.

Not to mention her eyes which were glowing ever so slightly.

In other words, she looked stunning.

"-temis? Lady Artemis?" She was snapped out of her stupid by her lieutenant who was waving her hand in front of the goddess. She blushed even harder (if possible) as she dipped her head. "Sorry Thalia. I was stuck in my own thoughts. Now, what were you saying?"

"I said, what do you need Persia for?"

"Ah-I'll deal with her personally. For now, return to camp and prepare for dinner."

"Yes, Milady." Thalia and Zoë said, before they turned and left-not before glancing back and snickering at the still red Artemis.

"Um, Milady, what do you need me for?" Persia asked, and Artemis nearly fell over since she forgot that the demigoddess was still awaiting her command.

She would've fallen on her butt if Persia hadn't caught her.

For a moment, both females were pressed together very uncomfortably. Artemis went beet red again as she felt the soft caressing of Persia's skin against hers as she stared into those multicoloured eyes, feeling Persia's warm exhales brush against her face.

She faintly noted the cozy smell of the hearth and the salty smell of the ocean that emanated from Persia.

Persia was also blushing from the close contact between the two, unused to physical contact after months of exile…with a goddess too.

Somehow to both of them, the contact between the two felt just right as it sent tingles and an electrifying feeling down their spines and into their minds.

Quickly, Artemis disengaged the contact as she shoved Persia away. Mentally slapping herself, she regained her cold and stern composure, though her blush was still present.

"I-I'm sorry, Milady. That was-uncalled for. I'm-" Persia began apologizing, but was cut off by Artemis.

"Don't apologize. You caught me there, if you hadn't I'd have fallen." The goddess said in an impossibly soft voice, and Persia blushed harder.

Her voice sounds so melodic…ohmysgosh I wanna hear it more often…

BRAIN, SHUT UP!

By the time Persia pulled out of her mental struggle, Artemis had regained her composure. "Persia, prepare dinner for the hunt." She said, the cold, hard glint in her silvery orbs once again boring into Persia's sea green and crimson eyes.

Persia involuntary flinched.

Without another word, Artemis spun on her heels and walked away. Though she wasn't sure if she should ask Persia for help with Aphrodite's suggestion…

Oh, to hell with it, a voice in her head said. If I can't solve this quickly the hunt's gonna suffer for it.

But…another voice said, if I ask her to simply help me out like a tool…won't it be insincere?

Come on! You're THE Artemis! Get yourself together, ask her to help and see where that takes you.

But-

No buts. Just get it over quickly. Denial isn't helping in this case.

Stopping in her tracks, she made up her mind.

"Oh, and Persia?" She asked, hating how the harsh edge in her voice slipped away, replaced by a sort of fondness and softness.

"Y-yes, Milady?" Persia asked, uncertainty showing in her voice and eyes.

"Come to my tent after dinner…I have something to discuss."

With that, she slowly backed away, before turning on her heels and walking away, leaving a stunned Persia standing, shocked, near the bank of the lake.

Persia was utterly confused and scared.

Confused by her mistress, and scared by her behaviour.

Again, she was harsh one moment, and calm and caring in the other.

What the bloody fuck was happening?

She didn't have an answer to that, nor did she have an inkling.

Well…no, she did. It seemed like after she was, ah reincarnated as a female, her understanding over emotions was better.

Meaning she was less dense.

And she was pretty sure that Artemis was attracted to her, and attempting-and failing miserably to hide her attraction.

Still, she couldn't deny that seeing Artemis showing such a caring attitude, showing her vulnerability…showing her soft side, would cause herself to react to it as well.

She knew that this was going to end in doom. Artemis' attraction might just be, well, pure attraction and no love, and she'd be relegated back as the slave of the hunt after a potential one-night stand.

And Persia was afraid.

Because even though she knew that Artemis was most likely going to toss her aside after using her, she couldn't deny her own attraction towards Artemis…

And she knew for sure that this ran deeper than whatever Artemis was willing to show-or perhaps had.

Sighing, she trudged up the sloped area near the lake bank. Whatever the future-and Aphrodite-held in store for her, she prayed that it would be something good.

Deep down though, she couldn't help but think that this was ending in a tragedy that would crash and burn.

Aphrodite grinned in glee as she watched the events unfold down in the hunters camp.

Her plan was not coming to fruition…oh, if only they knew how the relationship would end…

But of course, this was going to be such a tale of tragedy and romance.

This would be the relationship tale for centuries-no, millennia to come.

For now, she just had to sit back and watch as things proceeded down in the hunters camp. If she predicted correctly, Persia and Artemis would become an item very, very quickly. Artemis was perfect for Persia, as she could help her get out of her self wallowing and sorrow. Persia, meanwhile, could help Artemis open her eyes to the male population…and give her much needed love.

Grabbing a bucket of popcorn, she grinned as she grabbed sex toys and plopped herself on the couch. Oh, she was so ready to watch this show.

A/N: Und schon ist ein weiteres Kapitel fertig!

I hope you guys enjoyed this-again, I feel like this is a bit subpar, but do review and let me know how you guys feel about this chapter/the whole story overall.

Also, side note, this chapter is the longest yet (5k+ words at the last count)

Pertemis is coming along nicely, a forced relationship is in the makes. Soon, we'll have a relationship development soon-stay tuned!

Also, lemon scene will be uploaded as a separate chapter. (It's gonna be a short chapter dedicated to the lemon scene ONLY because I know most of you guys are not here to read lemons, and some may wish to skip said chapter entirely to continue with the story without seeing any lemons).

Next chapter should be uploaded in a day or two at most, since it"s just a lemon it probably won't take me that much time to write.

Anyway, reviews!

Sh4d0wz: thanks for your compliments! I'll try to make this even more interesting and work on character arcs and stuff like that, I won't want to screw up again. Also, yes-Persia's identity will be revealed, just not soon. Secrets like this will eventually get dug up. I know that the Pertemis part seems rushed, but that's my intention-first just pure lust and sex (only one lemon don't worry), but then I'll try to build up their relationship as they realize that they truly like each other. Thanks for sticking around and reviewing!

Ayham Alqaissi:Thank you for your kind words! Can't judge Libhater because I don't know if they actually write, but if they do I'll be sure to read their stuff. Anyway, I hope I can live up to your expectations in future chapters!

As always-DON'T BE AFRAID TO REVIEW, I NEED TO KNOW YOUR OPINIONS TO INPROVE!

Guests can reviews too, and negative reviews are appreciated (as long as it's constructive criticism not plain hate).

Anyway-see you in the next chapter!

Ade, mein liebe Schätzelein, ade, ade, ade!