Apollo wandered through the bustling streets of Manhattan, his eyes darting from left to right as he searched for the elusive music store. "I swear Hermes said it was around here somewhere," he muttered, frustration evident in his voice. The text message from his brother had given him a vague location, but as he had quickly learned, he had the worst sense of direction.

Fifteen minutes had passed, and Apollo was still no closer to finding the shop. He had scoured nearly every building in the area, to no avail. The streets of Manhattan were no joke, even for Apollo who considered himself well-acquainted with the city. Apollo sighed, realizing that he would have to rely on his intuition. That led him to stand in front of a random store, hoping it would miraculously turn out to be the right one.

"Man, I could really use a break," Apollo grumbled, his mind already wandering to thoughts of a much-needed drink. He paused when a strange vibration caught his attention from his right. Turning his head, he was greeted with the sight of a familiar woman engaged in an animated conversation with an old man through the display window of a store. It was Sienna, and Apollo couldn't believe his eye.

"Wait a second... Sienna?!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise. "And who is that guy she's talking to?" this unexpected encounter left him feeling bewildered. And what kind of store was this, anyway?

Apollo looked up and saw a massive sign hanging above the entrance that read 'Maestro Music Store.' It suddenly dawned on him that this was the very place he had been searching for. Unbelievable.

"That's great and all, but why is Sienna inside, arguing with an old guy?" Apollo couldn't hide his confusion and surprise. He desperately wanted to know what was going on in there. Fortunately, Apollo had a trick up his sleeve. With a bit of concentration, he activated his telepathy power, allowing him to eavesdrop on their conversation. What he heard made his heart sink.

"Sir, please, give me more time," Sienna pleaded with the old man, her voice filled with desperation. "I promise you, I will have the album soon."

"Sorry, Miss, my words still stand. If you don't have it by tomorrow, I will have no choice but to shut down this place," the old man replied firmly. Apollo couldn't believe his ears. They were talking about shutting down the store? Sienna was on the verge of losing this fight, and it tore at Apollo's heart.

"I hope you don't disappoint me, Miss Brightwood." With those final words, the old man turned and walked away, leaving behind a devastated Sienna. And just moments later, Apollo noticed tears streaming down her face. What on earth had just happened?

It felt like a terrible drama unfolding before his eyes. Apollo still didn't have all the answers, but he knew he needed to comfort Sienna. Now. Without hesitation, he stepped into the store, the bell above the door chiming to announce his presence. Sienna turned towards the sound, her eyes meeting his stunning gold gaze. But this time, her bright smile was replaced with a small, sad one as she wiped away her tears with a delicate handkerchief.

Apollo's frown deepened. "Sienna, are you okay?"

"Apollo? What are you doing here, and how did you know where I live?" Sienna replied, her shock evident.

"Ahaha... it's a long story. But anyway, why were you arguing with some old geezer?" Apollo asked directly, not one to beat around the bush.

Sienna flinched at his question, her voice quivering slightly. "Um... well..." she began, sighing heavily. "It's a long story, but... I suppose since you saw all of that, you deserve to know."

Just seeing her upset tugged at Apollo's heartstrings. Maybe he had been too forward, too demanding with his question. "You know what? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," he said, trying to persuade her to change her mind.

"No, it's alright," Sienna replied, her resolve firm. "But if you insist on hearing it, I suppose I owe you some answers, at least..."


With a flourish of her bow, Artemis released the final arrow, hitting the last target dead center. It came as no surprise that she won their little bet. Orion, on the other hand, missed the mark by five shots, meaning he was now responsible for setting up the cookout all on his own.

"You weren't kidding when you said you were amazing at archery," Orion commented, clearly impressed. "I could definitely learn a thing or two from you." He chuckled lightly, his laughter contagious as Artemis found herself chuckling along.

"I'd be happy to teach you," she replied with a raised brow. "But don't forget, you still need to set up our cookout first."

"Right, right, of course my Lady," Orion replied, giving her a playful wink before sprinting off towards the kitchen. The way he called her "my Lady" just clicked something inside Artemis, reminding her of how the old Orion used to say it with such affection—"Lady Artemis". Even hearing it now caused her heart to flutter.

Before long, nightfall arrived, and after setting up the cooking utensils and starting a campfire, the two of them settled down in the grass to enjoy their meal. However, instead of a pleasant silence, an awkward one settled between them. They sat there without saying a word, except for Artemis who couldn't help but keep her gaze fixed on Orion, and Orion who would quickly look away whenever he caught her staring.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Orion broke the silence. "Do you have a favorite constellation, Artemis?" he asked.

Artemis was taken aback by the sudden question. "Why the sudden interest in constellations?" she replied, curiosity piqued.

"I've always been a huge fan of stargazing," Orion admitted, a slight blush tinting his cheeks. "Whenever I see a constellation, I can't help but think about it. I never get bored of those beautiful stars."

Artemis let out a soft giggle. "I understand that, but sadly, I don't have a favorite," she explained. In truth, she always felt a bit awkward seeing constellations because they often represented people, animals, or objects that the gods placed in the sky as a reminder of their accomplishments. Take Kallisto, for example—one of Artemis's favorite hunting companions until she mysteriously became pregnant, which caused Artemis to banish her. And then Hera, the queen of drama, turned Kallisto into a bear, only for her to be tossed into the sky alongside her son, forever twinkling as Ursa Major and Ursa Minor. It was cringeworthy to think about.

"You'll never guess what my favorite constellation is," Orion suddenly spoke up, drawing Artemis' attention back to him.

"Let me guess... the hunter Orion?" Artemis teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

A big grin spread across Orion's face. "Yep, the greatest hunter that ever lived!" he exclaimed proudly.

"I don't know about that," Artemis playfully countered. "I'd say the Goddess Artemis is the best archer."

"If you say so," Orion admitted shyly. "But she's a goddess, after all. Of course, she'd be anyone's number one choice." He paused for a moment, his smile never fading. "You know, my namesake seemed to have a thing for your namesake. I wonder if that's true."

Artemis felt a rush of heat spreading throughout her body. The crackling fire in front of her only intensified the warmth as her heart began to race. "W-What do you mean?" she replied, unable to hide her curiosity.

Orion shrugged his shoulders, the smile still on his face. "All I know is that they were supposed to be great friends. It's not every day someone catches the attention of a goddess, especially one like her."

Artemis remained silent, unsure of how to respond. Orion's words made it seem like he was reminiscing about the old days. Could he really be just a normal mortal who happened to look like the past Orion? It seemed unlikely, considering how he acted and resembled his namesake. But then again, what other explanation could there be for this situation?