Apollo's breath caught in his throat at the mention of the name, a surge of anxiety washing over him as the words left Athena's lips. It couldn't possibly be true, could it? The monstrous storm giant with razor-sharp wings and a hundred dragon heads, the child of Gaia and Tartarus? But Athena's expression left no room for doubt, and Apollo didn't dare voice the obvious question.

"That can't be...are you sure?" Apollo replied tentatively.

"Positive, and it all makes sense. Who else but the father of all monsters could unleash this plague of madness upon us? It must be a sign that he's up to something," Athena explained, her voice rising with each word, growing more agitated.

Apollo understood where Athena was coming from. Typhon was trouble, there was no denying that. But how was he able to hatch and execute his plans while still being trapped beneath a mountain by Zeus?

"Now that you grasp the gravity of the situation, you better summon Artemis so we can devise a plan to counter his scheme," Athena demanded. "Otherwise, he'll attempt to destroy us once more."

Before Apollo could utter another word, Athena strode away, heading toward her temple. He watched her go, his mind racing as he pondered his options.

"Miss Owl Brain certainly knows how to apply pressure with her intelligence," Apollo mused to himself. "Speaking of which, I should check on Sienna. I wonder if she's made any progress with her new song." With that, Apollo teleported back to the front entrance of his temple and made his way toward Sienna.

He found her seated cross-legged by the altar, her eyes fixated on a sheet of paper. The expression on her face was the happiest Apollo had ever seen. Sienna was singing, and it was nothing short of magnificent. It was as if he were listening to music that resonated with the stars themselves, or the very essence of moonlight. Apollo was captivated.

Her singing voice could rival even the Muses themselves (though he'd never dare admit that to them). Sienna turned around as she caught sight of Apollo entering the temple, a pleased smile adorning her face.

"Apollo! You won't believe it, the timing is perfect," she exclaimed.

"Let me guess, you've finally completed a song," Apollo chuckled.

"I suppose it was rather obvious, huh?" Sienna replied, blushing slightly. "It's a song about two people who can achieve anything as long as they work together. I found inspiration from...well, us." Her voice trailed off, a rosy hue tinting her cheeks.

Apollo gave her a gentle smile, feeling a slight twinge of awkwardness. "And I love it. Without a doubt, it will be a hit. With such a beautiful voice, anyone who listens will be enchanted," he complimented warmly.

Sienna blushed even deeper. "Thank you. I'm truly grateful that I met you, Apollo, or should I say, Lord Apollo," she teased.

Apollo chuckled at her playful comment. "Speaking of which, it's getting late. I should escort you back home."

Sienna sighed and stretched her back, a yawn escaping her lips. "You're right. My aunt will have a fit if I'm not back soon." She rose to her feet, her gaze fixed on Apollo.

"Alright then, just take my hand and we'll be on our way," he offered.

As Sienna grasped his hand, Apollo transported them both back to the music store. He assisted her inside before bidding her farewell.

Apollo was about to leave when Sienna halted him, her voice filled with hope. "Hey Apollo, once I've submitted my album or if I'm not too busy, would you like to...hang out with me sometime?"

A flicker of surprise crossed Apollo's face, but it quickly transformed into a bright smile. "Sure, that sounds like fun," he replied eagerly. "I can't wait to see what we can accomplish together."

Sienna giggled, returning his smile. "Great." Her radiant grin sent a flutter through Apollo's chest, a sensation he swiftly dismissed to prevent a blush from creeping onto his face.

"Goodbye, Sienna. Until next time," Apollo waved goodbye, turning on his heels to walk the path back home. He could have easily teleported, but he wanted to savor the walk, to calm his racing thoughts. He hoped his sister had received his message.


The boy trembled, his fear palpable. "Y-yes...ma'am," he stammered, desperately trying to maintain his composure. "Please, spare my life. I beg you, don't kill me," he pleaded, bowing his head in submission.

Artemis couldn't believe her eyes. This foolish mortal was the same idiot who had humiliated her by peeping on her while she bathed. Her eyes glowed brightly as she slowly approached him, standing right beside the trembling human.

"How is it possible for a pervert like you to be reincarnated?" Artemis roared with fury.

"Please, my lady, hear me out," Actaeon begged frantically, his pathetic display of desperation causing Artemis to scoff. "The truth is...I don't know, or rather, I can't remember."

Artemis skeptically stared at him, doubting the sincerity of his explanation. But the pain etched on his face and the tears streaming down his cheeks made her wonder if he was actually telling the truth.

And to make matters more complicated, he remembered his past life. If that was possible, then it stood to reason that Orion could as well. But Artemis knew she couldn't set her expectations too high. Some people were born with memories of their previous lives, while others were not. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts.

No, it couldn't be true.

Artemis was taken aback by the realization that she felt more heartbroken about Orion than angry at Actaeon. Sensing her disbelief, Actaeon continued to plead his case. "It's true, I promise! I was just on a nature hike, and when I heard a loud noise, I thought it was something exciting. I never imagined it could be you. Please, don't turn me into a stag again!" He pleaded, his fear evident as he anticipated Artemis's next move.

Artemis let out a heavy sigh, averting her gaze to the ground. Her feud with Actaeon was a thing of the past, and although she still harbored some resentment towards him, she knew it wasn't worth holding onto. Besides, she had bigger problems to deal with.

Turning her attention back to Actaeon, Artemis gave him a stern warning. "You have five minutes to disappear from my sight. If you're still here after that, I swear I will hunt you down myself and make you regret ever crossing paths with me in this lifetime...do you understand?"

Actaeon seemed to shrink even further in shame at the threat. "Yes, ma'am!" he hastily replied before bolting away, not daring to meet her gaze. Artemis watched him go, her lips pursed in contemplation.

Now that he was gone, Artemis decided to take a stroll to clear her head. She needed to calm herself down before her anger consumed her and affected her mission. All she knew for certain was that she had encountered two boys from her past life, but whether that was a good or bad sign remained unknown. She had thought this vacation would be peaceful and enjoyable, but now everything seemed to be changing.

Artemis found herself amidst a whirlwind of chaos, uncertain of where to even begin. "Geez, this is nuts," she muttered, contemplating her next move. Just then, her phone jolted to life in her pocket, buzzing with urgency. Curiosity piqued, she retrieved it and unlocked the screen to reveal a text message from none other than Apollo.

"Hey Sis, hate to cut your vacation short, but you've gotta come back pronto. Athena's caught wind of the mountain monster, and let me tell you, it's bad news. I'll fill you in when you get here. Waiting for you," the text read, leaving Artemis feeling both frustrated and grateful for her brother's vigilance.

As she let out a sigh, she couldn't help but think that now was not the ideal time to delve into this mess. "Ugh, seriously?" she mumbled, well aware that her reluctance was justified given the circumstances. "But now, Apollo's got a point. If it's as dire as he says, I better head back."

With a determined resolve, Artemis slipped her phone back into her pocket and prepared to teleport back to the archery field. Yet, before bidding farewell to Orion, she felt compelled to see him one last time. As she approached the spot where he had been sitting, she couldn't help but blush at the thought of what had transpired there.

However, as she drew nearer, her heart skipped a beat. Orion lay sprawled on the ground, unconscious and motionless. "No way... Orion!" she gasped, panic coursing through her veins as she sprinted towards him, her mind racing with worry.