Mortal Among Gods

- 4 -

Unmask


Artemis and Ezekiel exchanged a glance before turning their attention back to the enigmatic shopkeeper. The shop, filled with arcane trinkets and exotic oddities, had an air of mystique about it that sent shivers down Ezekiel's spine.

Artemis stepped forward, taking charge of the conversation. "We are in search of someone of great importance, and we believe you may hold the key to finding them." She subtly nudged Ezekiel, prompting him to share their peculiar story.

Ezekiel hesitated for a moment before opening up about his visions and prophecies. He explained the intricate details of his first vision, involving a powerful spear and a tumultuous war among various pantheons. His second vision spoke of the impending destruction of Olympus, set to occur a year from yesterday, and the pivotal role of a chosen individual aided by a native of another world. Finally, he described his vision of this very shop and the Washington Monument, which were meant to guide them to this fated person.

The enigmatic shopkeeper listened intently, his gaze fixated on Ezekiel as if searching for hidden truths in his words. Artemis raised her bow, ready for any unforeseen developments, while Ezekiel fidgeted nervously.

After Ezekiel produced the business card bearing the store's address, the man's reaction was unexpected. He swiftly swiped the card away from Ezekiel's hand, causing a startled jump from the young man. Artemis, too, tensed, her bow now fully prepared for action.

The shopkeeper examined the card without taking his eyes off it. "You obtained this from the Washington Monument?" he inquired, his tone a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

Ezekiel, still unnerved by the man's abrupt movements, replied slowly, "Yes, that's where we found it."

The man turned his piercing gaze toward Artemis. His voice, however, took on a harsher tone when addressing the goddess. "And you? What do you know of the Red Order or this establishment?" His gaze remained unyielding, and Artemis shifted her stance as she placed her bow on the counter, crossing her arms in response.

"In my many years as a goddess," Artemis began, emphasizing her divine nature, "this is the first I've heard of the Red Order."

The shopkeeper's reaction to her revelation was uneventful. Instead, he abruptly opened a door near the counter, causing it to slam against the adjacent wall, and swiftly entered, leaving the door hanging open.

"I don't trust that man," Artemis muttered, her eyes fixated on the open doorway.

Ezekiel tried to mediate the situation. "I get that he seems... off, but it might have been because you just told him you're a goddess. I have to ask... why would you do that?"

"To let him know to show some respect when he's in the presence of someone above him," she stated as though it were a fact, only for Ezekiel to sigh in response.

"Can you please be kinder?" he said, and Artemis raised her eyebrows at him, tilting her head at what he said.

"I was respectful in my words," she replied.

"Sorry, maybe 'kind' was not the right word... What I meant is that you should be less imposing and harsh," Ezekiel said with a softness in his voice, not attempting to be rude.

"A mortal like yourself won't understand the importance for us gods not to bend to anything beneath us," Artemis remarked, and Ezekiel frowned.

"Do you think I'm beneath you?" Ezekiel asked, his expression searching. Before Artemis could respond, the enigmatic shopkeeper reappeared, holding an old, weathered black wooden box. He placed it gently on the counter, his gloved hands reminiscent of an archaeologist handling a fragile artifact. The box seemed designed to hold something long, akin to a small pole, and he proceeded to open it with deliberate care. Within the box, they could discern an item concealed beneath a thick, aged brown fabric.

As the shopkeeper meticulously peeled away the layers of aged fabric, revealing the concealed object within, Artemis and Ezekiel leaned in with heightened curiosity. What lay before them was a bronze dagger, its blade crafted in the style of the ancient Levant, a region encompassing what was once ancient Israel. Ezekiel's eyes widened as he took in the astonishing sight, expecting to find a relic that bore the weight of millennia. However, to his bewilderment, the dagger looked as if it had been forged just yesterday, its gleaming bronze blade untouched by the passage of time.

The blade was a testament to the ancient craftsmanship of the Levant, renowned for its skill in metallurgy during the transition from the Bronze Age to the Iron Age. The dagger bore intricate details that spoke of a rich history.

The blade, expertly crafted from a high-quality bronze alloy, gleamed with a radiant, golden hue, free from the usual blemishes of rust or corrosion. Its design was a testament to the ancient metallurgists' skill, featuring a slender, double-edged form that gracefully tapered to a keen point, shaped like a tall thin leaf. The edges boasted precision honing, while a robust central ridge ensured stability and strength. Though the hilt remained partially concealed, its expected ornate beauty was already evident, wrapped in impeccably preserved leather and adorned with intricate bronze filigree work. The guard, though hidden for now, promised further symbols and patterns that spoke of its Levantine heritage. Most perplexing of all was the dagger's ageless appearance; it bore no patina, displayed no wear, and showed no fading of the elaborate designs as if it had been untouched by the relentless passage of time.

Seeing the stunning blade before him, Ezekiel couldn't help but believe it was a masterfully crafted replica rather than an actual artifact from the Bronze Age collapse. Its pristine condition, devoid of any signs of wear or aging, challenged the notion that it could be an ancient relic.

In Ezekiel's mind, he couldn't help but wonder why the shopkeeper was showing them this dagger. Was he trying to sell it to them? Artemis, on the other hand, sensed a presence within the blade, one reminiscent of the power she had felt when Ezekiel had his visions. It was far less imposing this time, but she remained vigilant, taking a slight step back.

"That's a beautiful replica, but we aren't here to shop; we have an important task," Ezekiel remarked, seemingly unaware of Artemis's change in demeanor caused by the blade. This response irritated the older gentleman. His previously joyful demeanor had given way to a stern, unchanging expression.

"Take the dagger. It will guide us, showing me where to go," he instructed. Ezekiel, unsure about what to do, exchanged an uncertain look with Artemis. The shop owner, on the other hand, remained emotionless, patiently waiting. Feeling Ezekiel's helplessness, Artemis sighed and moved closer, standing right beside him.

"Make sure you're not planning anything malicious," Artemis warned with a threatening tone. The shopkeeper rolled his eyes in response. "Do you think I want to tarnish my reputation? Please."

Ezekiel cautiously reached for the dagger, lifted it out of its box, and held it up to eye level for everyone to see. Before he could utter a word, the blade suddenly emitted a powerful white glow, covering the entire length from the tip to the hilt. It was warm and comforting, bringing Ezekiel an inexplicable sense of ease. The intense glow eventually faded, returning the blade to its previous appearance, but the profound feeling within Ezekiel remained.

Artemis, unsure of what had just transpired, raised her own blade and pointed it at the mysterious man. However, he seemed unfazed, lost in a trance as he gazed at the blade. Gradually, his eyes shifted to Ezekiel.

"What have you done?" Artemis demanded, her voice rising in intensity. Ezekiel was equally perplexed. The shopkeeper rubbed his face and, ignoring Artemis's threats, directed a smile at Ezekiel, who carefully returned the blade to its box. The man lowered his head and retrieved a large mirror from a drawer on the counter, placing it in front of Ezekiel. Artemis, observing this, pushed the teenager backward and positioned herself slightly in front of him.

"Before you even think of doing something suspicious, reveal your identity and the meaning behind that symbol," Artemis warned sternly. The man, seemingly unimpressed, rolled his eyes.

"The boy's prophecy states that his face will be revealed by me, and this is part of it. So, why don't you step aside and let the boy see for himself?" he proposed. Artemis gave him a prolonged, piercing stare before finally stepping out of Ezekiel's way. The teenager gazed into the mirror, observing only his own reflection.

Ezekiel obediently looked into the mirror, his own reflection staring back at him. He examined his features closely, the same ones he had known all his life. His eyes darted from his black hair to his hazel eyes, and he couldn't help but wonder what he was supposed to see. There was nothing different or unusual—just his normal appearance. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was supposed to happen, but so far, it was all a mystery to him.

"What do you see?" the shopkeeper asked.

Ezekiel continued to gaze into the mirror, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Nothing... just my face, but nothing important," he replied, frustration creeping into his voice. His eyes remained fixed on his reflection, as though he expected something more.

"You can see your face," the shopkeeper stated.

Ezekiel sighed, his impatience growing. "Yes, I can see my face. When am I supposed to see this anointed man, son of God, or whatever it is, so they can take it from here?" His voice rose with each word, surprising even himself with his frustration.

Artemis raised an eyebrow, her attention fully on Ezekiel. She had never witnessed this level of agitation in him before.

"You're already seeing him... It's you," the shopkeeper replied slowly, his words hanging in the air with an inexplicable weight.

Ezekiel's world seemed to freeze at the shopkeeper's words. His body turned rigid, and his mind struggled to process the profound revelation. It was a heavy truth to bear, and as the reality of it began to sink in, Ezekiel felt a growing sense of unease gnawing at him.

In his mind, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions churned. He realized that he was embarking on a journey filled with life-threatening challenges, enduring a separation from his beloved family for an entire year, perhaps even longer. There would be no more cherished moments with his grandfather, no more conversations with his father, no laughter with his aunts, uncles, and the joyful chaos of his younger cousins. All those precious, mundane moments would be replaced by the strange, the dangerous, the inexplicable realities of the mythical world he had stumbled into.

The pit in his stomach deepened as he contemplated the uncertainties of this new path. His normal life, once taken for granted, now seemed like a distant dream slipping away. Anxiety coursed through him, and the weight of his newfound destiny pressed heavily on his shoulders.

The shopkeeper's face broke into a wide, ecstatic smile as if he were a child on Christmas morning. His eyes sparkled with an inexplicable joy, and he appeared positively elated. With an almost childlike enthusiasm, he tossed the small mirror aside, seemingly unconcerned by the lack of any sound indicating its shattering.

With a graceful spin that defied his age, the shopkeeper twirled around, his movements exuding pure delight. His voice, filled with glee, resonated in the cramped store, creating an odd contrast with the solemnity of the situation.

Artemis, her eyes fixed on Ezekiel, watched this bizarre display with surprise. Turning her attention back to the shopkeeper, she slammed her right hand on the counter, getting his attention. "How about you be more clear about the situation and enlighten us more about this unexpected revelation." She couldn't help but speak to him in a demanding voice tinged with annoyance.

The shopkeeper directed his attention toward Artemis, though he didn't physically turn his head, maintaining his enigmatic smile. He shook his head slightly and let out a soft, almost amused laugh, gesturing toward Ezekiel, who remained contemplative with his gaze fixed downward.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for him," the shopkeeper confessed, his voice tinged with relief. He pointed at Ezekiel but clarified, "Well, not him specifically, but what he represents. I'm just so relieved that you walked through my door."

Artemis, her patience worn thin, transitioned from her knife to her bow, an arrow already nocked and ready to be released. Her voice lowered dangerously as she demanded answers. "Enough of your vague comments. Explain what he is."

The shopkeeper's response was cryptic yet eager. "You're right, but not here. We should go somewhere more private, somewhere safe from prying ears." He seemed on the verge of taking action, but before he could, Ezekiel, finally finding his voice, interjected abruptly.

"No," Ezekiel stated firmly. He raised his head to meet the shopkeeper's gaze, determination etched across his face. Without another word, he turned swiftly and made a beeline for the door, his sole desire to return home to Marietta, far from D.C. and the peculiar store. He grasped the doorknob, swung the door open, and stepped outside, expecting the street that he came from in Washington. To his astonishment, he found himself in his hometown Marietta, specifically downtown.

Artemis, called out to Ezekiel in vain, watching as he disappeared into the night. She then swiftly followed, leaving the enigmatic shopkeeper behind, a knowing smile on his face. In hushed tones, he muttered to himself, "It's really him."

As Artemis stepped out of the mysterious shop, she was greeted by the quaint and familiar streets of downtown Marietta, frozen in time. The city exuded a unique charm that seamlessly blended historical and modern elements.

The night air was crisp, carrying with it the gentle aroma of nearby riverbanks. Streetlights cast a warm, inviting glow, illuminating the brick façades of the buildings that lined the streets. The architecture spoke of the city's rich history, with well-preserved 19th-century structures standing proudly alongside more contemporary additions.

Small boutiques, cafes, and antique shops dotted the sidewalks, their colorful signs and inviting window displays giving the city an inviting, almost timeless atmosphere. In the distance, the serene Muskingum River meandered through the heart of the town, reflecting the soft glimmers of the streetlights.

Despite the late hour, the city remained alive with the occasional passerby and the distant hum of traffic. It was a place where the past and present coexisted harmoniously, a snapshot of simpler times.

Artemis wasted no time in tracking Ezekiel, her keen senses guiding her effortlessly through the familiar streets. She quickly spotted him walking down a nearby street, heading north. She easily matched his pace, striding alongside him, but he appeared to not even acknowledge her presence.

Artemis refused to engage in this futile game, so she decisively gripped his arm with her superior strength, effortlessly halting his desperate attempts to break free. Though Ezekiel initially tensed, he eventually relaxed and sighed, turning his head to face the goddess.

"Can you let go of me?" he implored, but Artemis remained steadfast. "Would you tell me why you're acting like a child and running away?"

"Artemis, I really need to leave right now, and you're wasting my time," Ezekiel retorted, frustration coloring his voice.

"Wasting your time!?" Artemis shot back, her eyes narrowing as she increased the pressure on his arm, causing Ezekiel to wince in pain. "What are you doing, leaving so abruptly? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Ezekiel, pushing through the pain of her relentless grip, explained, "This is Marietta, my home, and my family lives far north, right at the edge of the city. I need to see them!" Artemis surveyed her surroundings, the cityscape suddenly clicking into place as Ezekiel's words resonated. It made sense; she had only glimpsed this city from afar during her previous travels, never venturing this close, let alone within its bounds.

Relinquishing her hold on him, Artemis allowed Ezekiel to step back, his arm sore from the powerful grip. "Alright, I'm coming with you," she declared.

"What? No way, this is my family, and I'm doing this alone," Ezekiel protested. But Artemis crossed her arms and sighed, her frustration with his stubbornness evident.

"Men… why must you all possess such pride in doing everything on your own," she mused, shaking her head.

"It's not pride. I just didn't want you to be involved or anything mythical. I wanted to handle this alone," Ezekiel explained.

"I'm here for your protection, as I promised," Artemis responded firmly, "And to aid the chosen mortal who will save Olympus—namely, you. I'll assist you, whether you want it or not."

Ezekiel looked at her determined expression and a faint smile tugged at his lips as he chuckled weakly. "Alright, if I can't change your mind, I suppose it won't be so bad to have you along. Besides, you'll get to meet my family, just as I've met yours." With this understanding, they walked together towards Ezekiel's home.

As Ezekiel and Artemis made their way through Marietta, they gradually left the bustling downtown behind, entering a quieter suburban area characterized by neatly lined houses. Their journey eventually led them to a trailhead nestled at the edge of a residential neighborhood. The path beckoned them into a serene forest, where the canopy of trees provided a natural respite from the city's commotion.

The trail began with a gentle ascent, leading them up a light slope that gradually transformed into a small hill. Despite the physical exertion of the climb, Ezekiel felt a sense of familiarity and comfort in the wooded surroundings. The air was cool, filled with the soothing sounds of rustling leaves and the occasional bird song. Artemis, her hunter's instincts sharp as ever, moved alongside Ezekiel, her senses attuned to the forest's subtlest shifts. Together, they continued their ascent, the anticipation of Ezekiel's family reunion fueling his determination.

"Why did you ask to be alone? I mean, you seemed to be a level-headed mortal. You should know it wouldn't be rational to travel by yourself with a target on your back," Artemis inquired, breaking the silence of their journey.

Ezekiel didn't respond immediately; he chose his words carefully, not wanting to be rude. "I understand what you're saying. It wouldn't be wise to embark on this journey alone, given the potential threats from monsters or whatever else is out there. But, you see, I just wanted a taste of normalcy, even if just for a little while. I needed a break from myths, magic, and, well, a goddess," Ezekiel confessed, casting an apologetic glance in Artemis's direction before returning his gaze to the trail ahead.

Their footsteps fell into a rhythm once more, the forest sounds filling the spaces between their thoughts. Suddenly, Artemis broke the silence with a sincere, "I'm sorry." This unexpected apology nearly caused Ezekiel to stumble, but he quickly righted himself, turning to face the goddess, who had halted her pace.

His eyes widened, his mouth agape. "That was unexpected. What are you apologizing for?" he asked.

"It's more sympathy for your situation than anything else," Artemis explained matter-of-factly. "You're a decent mortal, especially for a man, caught up in something extraordinary without any divine parentage, curse, or any other supernatural lineage. Just a regular mortal is chosen for a decidedly irregular purpose."

Ezekiel burst into laughter, momentarily baffling his divine companion. Regaining his composure, he said, "I'm sorry for laughing; I really appreciate your words. It's just that I never expected a goddess, let alone Artemis, to say something like that to me, a regular human guy."

Artemis shook her head and rolled her eyes playfully as she resumed walking. Ezekiel fell into step beside her. "Please don't think I hate men," she said.

Ezekiel couldn't resist a tease. "Really? Because that comment about me being a 'decent mortal, especially for a man' suggests otherwise."

Artemis chuckled softly. "Well, I typically deal with not-so-ordinary men who often have massive egos and fragile masculinity. It leaves a rather unpleasant taste. But I'm not foolish enough to think that all regular men are like those 'extraordinary' heroes. I understand that most are just trying to survive and live their lives. However, I also know that men can be easily corrupted, and that's what I'm always wary of. Many heroes in your position would treat their newfound status without restraint, using it to feed their self-importance. What I'm saying is, you're decent, especially for a man. Usually, those who face these kinds of challenges are told they're great and act accordingly. Those who aren't prepared for it can easily be led astray," she clarified.

"Thank you," Ezekiel said sincerely. "I truly appreciate hearing that. No, I needed to hear that." Artemis only slightly smirked but Ezekiel was not looking to see.

As Artemis and Ezekiel continued their journey along the forest trail, Ezekiel found himself feeling more at peace and surprisingly happy that Artemis was there with him. He realized that he genuinely needed someone to be by his side, offering him compassion and understanding amidst all the chaos and uncertainty. The presence of the goddess, who had initially seemed imposing and mysterious, had become a source of comfort.

Their path eventually led them to a picturesque clearing in the forest, where a two-story house stood nestled amidst the trees. To the side of the house was a garage, with a sturdy truck parked in front of it. The house had a rustic charm, its exterior adorned with wooden beams and a cozy, welcoming atmosphere. Flowering vines climbed up the sides of the structure, adding a touch of natural beauty to the scene.

The area around the house felt secluded, as though it had been carved out of the forest itself. Most of the property stretched out behind the house, hidden from view as the trail led in the opposite direction. Tall, ancient trees surrounded the dwelling, their branches providing shade and shelter. The air was filled with the gentle rustling of leaves, and the only sounds were those of birdsong and the occasional whisper of the wind.

It was a tranquil and idyllic setting, far removed from the hustle and bustle of the outside world, and Ezekiel couldn't help but feel a sense of serenity wash over him as he approached the welcoming abode.

Ezekiel came to a halt on the stone path leading to the front door, his breaths measured but tinged with anxiety. In hushed tones, he began to outline his strategy to Artemis, the weight of the impending conversation with his family hanging over him.

"Alright, let me do the talking, especially with my grandfather; he's the one who leads this family. We'll need to reveal the supernatural stuff slowly, including the fact that I'll be gone for a whole year. And, about you being a goddess, that might be challenging for my grandfather," Ezekiel whispered.

Artemis, equally discreet, nodded in understanding. "It's understandable. Most mortals find it hard to comprehend meeting a goddess."

Ezekiel elaborated further, revealing his concerns. "No, I mean he's quite religious, specifically Eastern Orthodox. I don't want him to mistake you for some evil spirit or demon," he explained with a soft chuckle.

"I would never thought of you as a Christian," Artemis said.

"I'm not really religious myself, I guess that's the one thing I didn't inherit from my grandfather."

As Ezekiel took his first step towards the stairs leading to the front door, something caught his attention in the nearby woods. He stopped abruptly, his head swiveling to track the elusive presence. Artemis followed suit, scanning the area with curiosity.

"What is it?" Artemis inquired, her eyes fixed on the forest.

Ezekiel remained silent and began to move around the house, his body seemingly attuned to something unusual. He crouched beneath the windows and moved between the home and the detached garage, all while sensing the enigmatic presence. The unkempt backyard, overgrown grass, and scattered tools struck him as odd, considering he'd maintained the area just a few days ago. Yet, as Ezekiel surveyed the disarray, he felt the presence once more.

He noticed a small arch and a trail leading deeper into the forest, with barely enough space for a few people to pass through, let alone a small car. The backyard light illuminated his path as he proceeded without hesitation. Artemis followed him as they approached the small archway marking the beginning of the trail.

Ezekiel's body tensed, a slight tremor in his legs, and his hand instinctively moved beneath his shirt to rub something on his chest. Artemis observed his actions with curiosity, her gaze fixed on his mysterious gesture, but decided to take the initiative to walk through the archway and into the trail. A moment later, Ezekiel extended his hand toward her and uttered a cautious "Wait."

Artemis halted and turned back to him, her presence steadfast. She spoke, her voice resonating with determination. "If you sensed something in these forests, deep along this trail, then we must investigate. It could potentially pose a danger to your family and to us."

"Alright, alright," Ezekiel responded to Artemis, his voice somewhat strained. "Just let me breathe for a second."

He took a few deliberate breaths in and out, steadying himself, and then slowly began to walk forward. Artemis followed closely as they entered the trail, delving deeper into the forest.

As they ventured further along the path, Ezekiel's demeanor began to change. He grew visibly weaker, his steps faltering, and an uncharacteristic fear welled up within him. Artemis, concerned by this sudden shift in his emotions, couldn't help but ask, "Ezekiel, what's wrong? What's at the end of this trail that's making you feel this way?"

Ezekiel glanced at her with a mixture of apprehension and determination. "You'll understand when we get there," he replied cryptically, his voice laden with a sense of foreboding.

As they continued down the trail, the sense of unease seemed to intensify for Ezekiel. He felt as though the trees were encroaching upon him, their looming presence closing in. Desperate to push aside his growing discomfort, he focused his attention on Artemis, who walked a few steps ahead of him. Her presence provided him with a thread of connection to the world, something tangible to hold onto amidst the suffocating atmosphere.

Their journey led them to the other end of the trail, where they emerged into an open space. In the center stood two gravestones, their presence casting a chilling shadow over Ezekiel's already troubled state. The once-ominous presence he had sensed earlier had dissipated, replaced by an overwhelming sense of dread.

Ezekiel couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "There aren't supposed to be two."

Artemis walked closer to examine the graves, and Ezekiel barely followed. One of them bore the inscription: "Ani Washington, January 9, 1960 to May 11, 1996. Loving Mother, Wife, and Daughter."

Ezekiel's heart sank, the weight of the situation pressing down on him like a suffocating shroud. Artemis, piecing the details together, soon realized that this was Ezekiel's mother's grave, which explained his reluctance to mention her. She turned her gaze away from the gravestone and towards Ezekiel, who stood some distance from the graves. Her concern deepened when she saw his pallid complexion as if he had just seen a ghost. As he slowly approached, Artemis noticed his unblinking focus on the grave adjacent to his mother's.

Artemis was determined to uncover what had shaken him so profoundly, leading him to disregard his mother's grave. She shifted her attention to the left, where she read the inscription: "Ezekiel Washington, December 12, 1984, to June 1, 2001. An Amazing Boy, Son, and a Great Heart." The gravity of the words left Artemis in stunned silence, making her finally understand Ezekiel's confusion regarding the Twin Towers' destruction and the heightened security at the Washington Monument.

Finally, Ezekiel reached the gravestone, standing atop it right beside Artemis. An oppressive silence hung between them as Ezekiel struggled to find words, his gaze locked onto the inscription, which seemed to repeat itself in an unending loop.

As Ezekiel stood by his own grave, the weight of the revelation bore down on him like a mountain. Memories, emotions, and a profound sense of loss engulfed him. His voice trembled as he finally spoke, his words breaking the heavy silence.

"I... I don't understand," Ezekiel murmured, his eyes never leaving the inscription. "I didn't know about any of this. I didn't know that I... I died."

"How did I die only two days ago? With a grave and everything already!? None of this makes sense!?"

Tears welled up in his eyes, his voice steadier now but filled with an undeniable sorrow. "I don't remember any of it. It's like... like there's a hole in my life. What happened to me?"

Artemis watched him with compassion, her stoic demeanor softened by empathy. "Ezekiel…" Ezekiel hearing his name for the first time out of Artemis' own voice made him finally look away from the gravestone to look at her. "It wasn't two days ago, It was a year ago." Ezekiel's shoulders start to fall, "What… No… It's June third, 2001." He desperately said and Artemis shook her head.

"No, It's June third… 2002." As those words left Artemis' mouth, they pierced through Ezekiel's heart and made him fall to one knee. He started to hyperventilate. The world around him blurred, and he struggled to comprehend the staggering truth – an entire year had vanished from his life.

"This does explain your confusion on the Twin Towers and the security in the Monument." She said

"What do you mean?" He asked back.

"When you asked me about the Twin Towers being in New York and I said otherwise, well I lied there was an attack on September 11th, 2001 that led to its destruction and the higher security in the Washington Monument with other things."

"Why didn't you say anything?" He weekly asked.

"I did not want to complicate things as I assumed that must have happened for you to be in another state and possibly jump ahead in time, but I did not imagine this." She gestures to his gravestone.

Ezekiel tried to open his mouth, wanting to say something, anything, but no words came out. Artemis bent down one knee to get into his line of sight.

"Ezekiel, I'm going to be very honest with you; you are very important, to the point that something brought you back to life for a purpose. I understand you need to grieve, but when we leave here, you must move on because you have to. I am here to aid you in this quest. So please, do this for yourself, for the Olympians you promised, and for your family," she said, her voice filled with sincerity and resolve.

Ezekiel nodded, still hanging his head down, but suddenly he stood right up.

"My family! I have to go and see them!" Ezekiel said, making a sweeping gesture toward the exit, his eyes darting around anxiously.

Artemis moved closer to him, emphasizing her presence as he looked elsewhere.

"Do you think that is a wise decision, Ezekiel?" Artemis asked, her voice low and concerned.

"But…" Before he could say anything else, Artemis cut him off.

"Ezekiel, it won't help anyone if you somehow come back to life and then have to leave again and might not come back," she said, making Ezekiel tilt his head in confusion.

"What do you mean I might not come back? Of course, I am. Do you think I'm going to die at the end of all of this?" Ezekiel said, surprised and a little hurt by what he heard from the goddess.

Artemis rubbed her eyes in frustration but kept her cool. "What I mean is we don't know the god or being who brought you to life will take it back at the end of all of this. All I am saying is, would you put your family through the pain of losing you again?" Artemis asked, lowering her voice.

Ezekiel didn't say anything as he looked away and walked over to his mother's gravestone, passing by Artemis' shoulders and kneeling right in front, placing his left hand on the top. Artemis closely watched but could only see his back and the back of his head, and nothing else. As she waited for Ezekiel to do what he needed to do, she noticed he moved his right hand as though he pulled something under his shirt and held it close to his chest as he pushed his head down, almost like he was in prayer. Artemis assumed he had a necklace that he was grabbing, but she couldn't confirm it, as it was hidden from her view. It took less than a minute for Ezekiel to get up and turn back, and Artemis could tell he was not as excited as he was before, but he was also not as pale and saddened as a moment ago. She also noticed that whatever she guessed was a necklace was not out in the open, and he must have placed it back under his shirt.

Ezekiel made the decision to leave the small cemetery, with Artemis silently trailing behind him as they retraced their steps down the trail. This time, Ezekiel seemed more composed, although a sense of emptiness still clung to him from his encounter at the graves. Artemis walked a few steps behind him, observing his demeanor closely. As they reached the entrance of the trail, she noticed that Ezekiel stopped right in the middle of the entrance. She began to move to his side, but before she could question him suddenly, a blaze of light burst forth from the house. The source was likely a porch light, illuminating a figure standing on the back porch. The dim, eerie glow played tricks with the shadows, casting the man into obscurity against the backdrop of the night, yet Artemis could still discern his appearance even in the dark.

The man appeared to be in his early forties, attired in a gray suit minus the blazer. His skin bore a warm tan, and his hair, though appearing dark brown, took on an almost black hue in the dim light. An unkempt beard clung to his jawline, and his disheveled hair seemed to defy gravity as if he'd just risen from bed. Artemis studied the man, puzzling over his demeanor, which suggested he was encountering a ghost. In truth, it was as if he were witnessing the resurrection of his deceased family, and she wondered why he seemed more composed. It was as though Ezekiel had emerged from the grave and descended from the hill. Ezekiel's countenance remained inscrutable, like a phantom among them. Artemis could only assume that the older man was Ezekiel's father.

As the silence thickened, the moments passed slowly, with both men locked in a poignant gaze, waiting for someone to break the silence. "Ezekiel..." His voice wavered, yet it resonated enough to dispel the infinite silence that enveloped them.

Ezekiel's heart raced, and a profound mix of emotions coursed through him as he stood, transfixed, before his father. The shock of this unexpected encounter sent shivers down his spine, and he felt a creeping sense of terror. He had agreed with Artemis that revealing himself to his family was not a good idea, and yet, here he was, face-to-face with his father. His mind raced his thoughts a tumultuous whirlwind of confusion.

Ezekiel's face, on the other hand, was a complex enigma. It was unreadable, a mask of emotions and thoughts jumbled together. He had never imagined this moment, and now that it had arrived, he was at a loss for what to do. His earlier agreement with Artemis echoed in his mind, urging him to remain concealed, but he couldn't ignore the overwhelming urge to speak to his father, to let him know he was alive and well.

Then, without warning, Ezekiel's father began to move, slowly bridging the gap between them. Each step he took echoed loudly in the stillness of the night. His eyes remained fixed on his son as if trying to confirm that this was not some illusion, that Ezekiel was truly standing before him. A profound silence enveloped them once again as the seconds stretched on, and the world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for one of them to break it.

"Is that you? Are you real?" His father's voice trembled, teetering on the edge of breaking. Ezekiel, his heart pounding, was about to glance back at Artemis, his eyes pleading for guidance, but before he could, the words spilled from his lips, "Hi, Dad."

Without a moment's hesitation, Ezekiel's father stepped forward and enveloped his son in a tight, emotional hug. His voice quivered with a mix of astonishment, disbelief, and an overwhelming surge of love, "My boy, My boy, My boy is back..."

For a few precious minutes, they clung to each other, the weight of the world lifted from their shoulders. Ezekiel's father finally pulled away, placing his hands firmly on his son's shoulders. His tired, broken face, which had mirrored the pain of his late wife's passing, now radiated with hope and light. "It doesn't matter how, I am just happy that you are alive again."

Ezekiel couldn't help but smile, nodding his agreement. "Oh we shouldn't be doing this joyful miracle in the backyard we should head back into the house." He said but Ezekiel's shoulders tense.

"Ah… Dad, I-" But as Ezekiel tried to warn his father and going to refused however Artemis interjected. "You know, that's a good idea. We wouldn't want to stand here in the middle of the night."

Ezekiel's father, seemingly just noticing Artemis for the first time, felt embarrassed. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you. What are my manners? My name is Ashur Washington."

Artemis extended her hand for a brief handshake, introducing herself with a simple, "Artemis."

With pleasantries exchanged, Ashur resumed his excitement, wanting to delve deeper into the miracle of his son's return. "We can discuss this more in-depth inside. Let's head back to the house."

Ezekiel, his voice a hushed whisper, questioned Artemis, "Wouldn't this put more fuel into that fire?"

Artemis sighed softly, "I wanted to avoid this situation, but it seems we're past that point now."

"Couldn't you have done something like I don't know put him to sleep or amnesia, literally anything?" He asked.

"I considered it," Artemis admitted with a faint smile, "but when I saw your face, the way you were trying to hide your emotions but also the longing to embrace him... well, it changed my mind." She shared a knowing glance with Ezekiel as they entered the house.

They entered the home from the back patio, stepping into the warm and inviting kitchen. The house was spacious, boasting two stories that seemed to stretch out comfortably. It was the kind of residence that was perfect for a large family, with an aura of upper-middle-class affluence woven into its design.

The kitchen itself was a harmonious blend of modernity and homeliness. Light oak cabinets lined the walls, complemented by gleaming laminate countertops that showcased a subtle, speckled pattern. An old, yet reliable, beige refrigerator stood in the corner, adorned with magnets and postcards from various vacations, while the aroma of freshly baked bread lingered in the air. Large windows adorned with elegant curtains allowed natural light to flood in, creating an inviting atmosphere.

Ashur, their host, and Ezekiel's father led them to a spacious dining table situated in the heart of the kitchen. The table was a solid oak masterpiece, its rich wood grain telling a story of family gatherings and shared meals. Comfortable chairs surrounded it, ready to accommodate a large and loving family during mealtime. It was clear that this home had seen many moments of laughter, joy, and togetherness around this very table.

As they settled into their seats, the faint hum of an old grandfather clock in the corner of the room added a soothing rhythm to the atmosphere. The room was adorned with family photographs, showcasing generations of Washingtons. In one corner, a built-in bookshelf held a collection of well-read books, hinting at the intellectual pursuits of this family.

Artemis took in the surroundings with a sense of curiosity, her eyes darting from one charming detail to the next. It was a house that had witnessed the ebb and flow of life's joys and sorrows, and it welcomed them warmly into its heart.

Seated side by side at the aged oak dining table, Artemis and Ezekiel settled into the kitchen's warm embrace. Ashur, the father, broke the silence, addressing Ezekiel. He gently placed his hand on his son's shoulder to draw his attention, causing Ezekiel to look up from his fidgeting fingers.

"Yeah, Dad?" Ezekiel responded, his voice tinged with a hint of nervousness.

Ashur wore a warm smile and a glint of humor in his eyes. "I'll be back in a moment. Hopefully, when I return, you'll still be here and not just a figment of my imagination," he said, chuckling softly. "Don't go anywhere, alright?"

Ezekiel grinned. "I'll still be here, Dad. Promise."

With that assurance, Ashur excused himself and headed upstairs, leaving Artemis and Ezekiel alone in the cozy kitchen.

Ezekiel, ever the considerate host, turned his attention to his uninvited guest. "So… do you want anything? Water, maybe?" he offered, about to rise from his chair.

Artemis raised a hand gracefully. "No, I'm fine, thank you."

Ezekiel settled back into his seat, his gratitude evident in his smile. "Well, thank you for letting me do this."

Artemis leaned in, her voice carrying a sincerity that matched her determined gaze. "Ezekiel, understand that I am not the leader here. This isn't my Hunt; I'm here to aid and protect the anointed one, and that's you. My initial hesitance about you seeing your family wasn't just about sparing them from the burden, but also the risk of you forsaking this quest. But witnessing your resilience, and your determination even in the depths of your pain, has ignited hope within me." She continues.

"When your father confronted you, you could have easily returned home, relinquishing the responsibilities thrust upon you. But your inner conflict, the way you were on the verge of rejecting any further contact with him or your family, revealed something crucial. You were willing to sacrifice yourself for my family and much more. So, I decided to act on my own choices, accepting your father's offer. You needed a moment of respite, a chance to catch your breath before you wholeheartedly embrace this arduous journey and get that closure you needed."

Ezekiel's face broke into a grateful smile, his eyes reflecting the genuine appreciation he felt. "Artemis, it doesn't change the fact that I'm deeply grateful," he admitted, touched by her words.

"Well, I must say, I'm grateful your father arrived just in time to prevent a mistake I once thought was a good idea," Artemis remarked.

"I understand your reasoning, Artemis, especially considering all that you've witnessed. The hearts of men can be easily corrupted. As for that choice, it was like a coin toss; I could have easily taken the selfless route," Ezekiel replied.

Their conversation turned to the delicious scent of freshly baked bread that filled the air. "You smell that bread, right?" Ezekiel asked, his nostalgia evident in his voice.

Artemis, curious but unassuming, replied, "I do. Is there anything wrong with that?"

Ezekiel shook his head. "No, it's just that my Grandma is the one who really bakes around here."

He was about to comment on the freshness of the scent when a sudden exclamation from an old woman's voice cut through the air. "My Lord in Heaven!"

Startled, Ezekiel looked over to the source to find his grandmother, grandfather, and father standing in the doorway. His grandparents looked surprised, and his father, a hand resting on each of their shoulders, had a mixture of emotions written across his face.

Ezekiel, overcome by their presence, shot up from his chair, sending it sliding backward. His heart raced as he hadn't expected to see some of his beloved family.

Ezekiel carefully circled the dining table, ensuring it wasn't an obstacle in his path. His grandmother, her mouth agape in surprise, had one hand covering her shocked expression. She moved toward him with deliberate slowness, and he remained still, giving her the space and time she needed. He didn't want to startle her by making sudden movements or doing anything that might cause distress, so he opted to stay right where he was.

As she drew near, she instinctively reached out and touched his face, her fingers gently exploring his features as she gazed up at him.

Ezekiel's grandmother's eyes welled up with joy as she continued to touch his face, and she expressed her affection, she says "mi hijo," Overwhelmed with happiness, he bent down slightly to embrace her, understanding that she was a small woman.

As they shared this heartfelt moment, Ezekiel noticed his grandfather slowly moving toward them. Instead of speaking, his grandfather nodded in acknowledgment and then headed to the kitchen. He retrieved some tea packs and began preparing tea with a resolute expression. After a moment, he turned back to the family and said, "Why is everyone still standing there? Let's sit together as a family, and calmly discuss everything before emotions overwhelm us. We have a guest with us, and we should ensure they feel comfortable and included."

Ezekiel resumed his seat next to Artemis without much surprise, while his grandmother and father settled across from them. Artemis had been quietly observing the entire situation, finding interest in the stark contrast between the grandfather's stoicism and the more emotional reactions of the father and grandmother.

"Ezekiel, why don't you introduce us to this beautiful young lady?" Ezekiel's grandmother spoke, catching Ezekiel off guard as he momentarily forgot that Artemis was a stranger to his family.

"Oh, right. This is Artemis," Ezekiel began, slightly stumbling over his words as he contemplated their relationship. "We... well, I wouldn't say friends, per se, or... strangers."

"Traveling companions," Artemis calmly interjected, and Ezekiel nodded in agreement.

"Oh that's disappointing, I had my hopes up when Ezekiel brought a girl for the first time it would be something special." Grandma teased, winking at Ezekiel, who blushed. He leaned forward, and Ezekiel scolded her, "Grandmother! That is not appropriate!"

But she only laughed. "Oh, I was just kidding, pulling your leg, Ezekiel. But I hope I didn't offend you, Artemis," she added, to which Artemis responded with a warm smile.

"Not at all," Artemis replied, playing along. "I got the impression it was mostly aimed at your grandson, which I have no problem with."

"I like this girl you brought, Ezekiel. Reminds me of my mother," Grandma remarked fondly. Ezekiel's grandfather, with a firm and serious demeanor, began serving tea to each person one by one, starting with Artemis and ending with himself as he settled into the head chair, commanding everyone's attention.

Then, the grandfather, sitting with his eyes closed, sighed and took a sip of his tea. As he opened his eyes, he directed his gaze squarely at Ezekiel and Artemis. His voice, deep and gravelly, echoed in the room as he spoke.

"Now then, we've all sat down, enjoyed our teas, and come to terms with the impossibility of my grandson walking into the living room," he began, his voice carrying an air of authority. "So, please enlighten us on how you're here, as only God himself has the final authority on life and death."

Ezekiel then embarked on the task of recounting the extraordinary events that had unfolded for him. He began by describing how he had awakened in a mysterious forest, an unfamiliar realm where he first encountered Artemis. There, he had been granted visions that foretold an impending catastrophe, an ominous event looming on the horizon.

As the narrative unfolded, he detailed how he and Artemis, guided by these cryptic visions, had journeyed to Washington. Their quest had led them to believe that these visions held the key to identifying a chosen soul, the anointed one, who would play a pivotal role in fulfilling these dire prophecies. Little did he know that this journey would bring them to a peculiar store, one presided over by an equally enigmatic shopkeeper.

It was in this shop that the astonishing revelation occurred – Ezekiel was the chosen individual foretold in those very prophecies. Overwhelmed by fear and uncertainty, he had hastily left the magical emporium, expecting to return to the bustling streets of D.C. Yet, to his astonishment, he found himself transported back to his very own hometown, with Artemis followed at his side. They journey to his home, ultimately culminating in their discovery of Ezekiel's own grave and, remarkably, back to this family gathering.

In this retelling, Ezekiel omitted the intricate details of encountering gods and the true nature of Artemis, keeping that part of the story hidden for now.

A heavy silence lingered in the room, the tension palpable. Ezekiel, slowly leaning forward to his family, couldn't bear the weight of the unanswered question any longer.

"Before you asked more on what I told you and I didn't want to ask earlier, as I wanted to ease my presence, but now that we've had tea and calmed down, I was wondering why there's a grave for me?" he ventured, his voice breaking through the stillness.

His father, with a mixture of concern and curiosity, leaned in, his eyes fixed on Ezekiel. "What do you remember, son? The last thing you can recall?"

Ezekiel frowned, his mind struggling to retrieve the fragments of memories. "I was in my room, reading a book," he began, uncertainty tainting his words.

"Are you sure?" Ashur questioned, his voice laced with worry.

"Of course, I'm sure. Why wouldn't... I... be..." Ezekiel's words trailed off as he attempted to delve deeper into his recollections. The hazy memories slowly began to take shape. Instead of a familiar bed, he found himself resting against a tree, nestled in a bed of grass. The rushing sound of a nearby river echoed in his ears.

"Wait, I wasn't in my room. I was in a forest, leaning against a tree, reading... But when I try to remember more, it's just... nothing," he confessed.

"What happened after? I just can't remember anything more than that," Ezekiel pleaded, searching for answers in the faces of his grandmother and father. However, both of them kept their heads bowed in silence.

It was Ezekiel's grandfather, who had been quietly sipping his tea, who eventually broke the silence, capturing both Artemis and Ezekiel's attention.

"We weren't there, but from what the police told us and the boy's family, it was an act of heroism and tragedy," he began.

"The boy's family…?" Ezekiel whispered, a sense of foreboding beginning to creep over him.

"On June 1st, 2001," his grandfather continued, "you left home in the morning, wanting to read alone in the forest. Your father allowed it, of course. However, when you arrived, you encountered a group of boys with whom you'd never had a good relationship. The main boy from the group belonged to the Andersons, who, as it turns out, were with you that day. They had been playing by the river, which, at the time, was particularly turbulent due to the recent heavy rains."

As Ezekiel's grandfather recounted the tragic events, a somber atmosphere enveloped the room. "The boys were fooling around, trying to cross the river on some stones, and they all made it across except for one—the younger Anderson brother. He slipped and fell into the raging river. The older brother tried to save him, but with the wet conditions and the river's powerful current, he couldn't hold on. They caused enough of a commotion for you to intervene. You came out of nowhere, saw the boy in danger, and jumped into the water."

Ezekiel listened intently, his heart pounding as the story unfolded. "You swam to the younger Anderson boy and managed to reach him, holding onto a low-hanging branch to keep both of you afloat. The older Anderson boy got there just in time and, with your help, managed to rescue his brother. However, as they were getting you out of the water, the branch broke, and you were swept away, hitting your head on a rock in the process."

The room grew heavy with the weight of the story, the unspoken realization hanging in the air. "They chased after you for hours, but the river was too fast. Some of the other boys ran back to town to get help. The police searched for you for days, even after the river calmed down, but they couldn't find your body. So, on the same day you disappeared, they officially declared you dead, having drowned when you were knocked down."

The narrative came to a somber conclusion, leaving Ezekiel in a state of perplexity. He gazed down at his unblemished hands, struggling to reconcile what he had just heard with the reality he felt in his very skin. It was a disorienting mix of emotions, as if he had been wrenched from one world and thrust into another.

"This whole ordeal is confusing and quite unexpected. I was so sure that you were my grandson until I listened to you and saw you act no different from the boy we all lost a year ago," the old man observed, his voice trembling with a mixture of relief and disbelief.

Ezekiel's voice quivered as he attempted to process the revelation. "I can't even... I was in denial, hoping that grave was some trick of a dark being or a cosmic joke. But hearing this from you... it shows I really did die, but also that I was really brought back to life."

His grandfather's gaze turned solemn. "Then it pains me to say it, but you must go and fulfill that prophecy. God brought you back to life for an important task."

"Grandpa, we don't know if it's 'God' who brought me back to life or who's giving me these visions. It could be any other deity from any religion," Ezekiel countered, his voice laced with uncertainty.

The old man remained resolute. "There is only one God, and that is the one in the Bible and no other."

Ezekiel's frustration mounted. "I just went against a harpy and a manticore—Greek monsters!"

"Demons or lesser spirits," his grandfather countered calmly.

"What about Artemis!? She is a-" Ezekiel was about to mention Artemis' divine nature when he suddenly halted, realizing the complications that would arise. He turned to her, and her eyes widened as she froze midway through sipping her tea, sensing the impending revelation.

"She is what, son?" Ashur inquired, concern etching his features.

Ezekiel hesitated for a moment before blurting out, "She is a... a... demigod!"

Artemis raised an eyebrow at him, her eyes locked on his as if asking for clarification.

"Really?" Maria, Ezekiel's grandmother, exclaimed, astonishment in her voice.

"A demigod to what?" Naramsin, the grandfather, inquired, his curiosity piqued.

Ezekiel panicked, caught in the web of his own words. "She is—"

"Zeus," Artemis interjected smoothly, shooting a discreet kick to Ezekiel's leg as a reminder to tread carefully.

"I am a daughter of Zeus, of the Greek pantheon," she declared, her words poised and assured. Her statement reverberated through the room, leaving a moment of silence in its wake.

"Wow, that's crazy to hear. I never thought Greek gods were real," Ashur admitted as he reclined back into his chair.

Ezekiel chimed in, "Well, there are others, like the Egyptians, Norse, and many more."

Naramsin, his grandfather, offered a stern perspective. "A demon is a demon, no matter what they call themselves. One does not decide their parentage; one can only choose what to take from it. It seems you've chosen to take it well, young lady, considering your father."

Artemis suppressed a chuckle at the veiled jab aimed at Zeus. The irony was not lost on her.

"Grandfather, I think that was a bit of a rude comment, especially about Artemis's father," Ezekiel interjected, worried that his grandfather's words might have brought the wrath of Artemis.

Naramsin remained steadfast in his beliefs. "It doesn't matter what they call themselves. If they are not human or the Holy God, and if they seek His rightful glory, then they are no different from the angels who rebelled. In my eyes, they are demons."

Ezekiel's eyebrows furrowed as he came to a realization. "So, you do believe us about the supernatural monsters and gods we told you about?"

Naramsin nodded slowly, his gaze now fixed on Artemis. "Well, normally, we wouldn't believe such claims. But seeing you here, sitting at the dining table like before, and having a miracle right here in front of us, it makes it easier to believe in the claims you have made."

Artemis offered a polite nod, acknowledging the change of heart.

"I have no ill will toward you," Naramsin continued, "I just had my concerns that you might be a demon using my grandson. But it seems I was wrong."

He then introduced himself and his wife. "I am Naramsin Washington."

"And I'm Maria Washington," Maria added with a warm smile.

Artemis couldn't help but be intrigued by their family's history. "Excuse me, but Naramsin sounds Middle Eastern?"

Naramsin responded with a smile, "Well, it should, as I am an Assyrian immigrant from Turkey who came to the States many years ago. I met my beautiful Mexican wife here."

Artemis pressed further, curious about the origins of the Washington name. "If you are entirely Assyrian, where does the name Washington come from, if you don't mind me asking?"

Naramsin's smile remained, but his expression held a tinge of sadness. "Let's just say that I came to the States for a reason, one that is connected to my past. I decided to abandon my old family name, and when I was about to leave Turkey and travel to the US, they needed some basic information for the records. To make things easier for myself, I chose the famous President George Washington's last name. It not only helped me integrate into this country's culture but also severed my ties to my past."

Artemis offered a sympathetic nod. "It must have been something terrible to make you change your last name."

Naramsin acknowledged her words with a nod, his gaze distant as he revisited painful memories.

"Well then," Maria suggested, steering the conversation away from the heavy topics, "let us move away from all this talk of magic and spirits. Instead, let's share stories about our families, especially Ezekiel's, to lighten the mood."

Ezekiel couldn't help but protest, foreseeing the impending embarrassment. "Please, no,"

For hours, the Washington family regaled one another with tales from their shared history. Stories both heartwarming and hilariously embarrassing were exchanged, with Ezekiel finding himself at the center of a few anecdotes he'd rather forget. Artemis, however, relished her time in the cozy home, enjoying the lively family dynamic that surrounded her. As she sipped her tea, she found herself genuinely laughing at times, observing how content Ezekiel appeared.

As the night wore on, they unearthed an old family board game, and to everyone's surprise, Artemis proved to be surprisingly competitive. It was a departure from her usual demeanor, but the relaxed atmosphere of the evening allowed her to step out of her comfort zone, and she thoroughly enjoyed the playful rivalry that ensued.

Eventually, Maria produced a family photo album. Ezekiel protested half-heartedly, but his grandmother was undeterred. She eagerly showed Artemis a treasure trove of pictures, depicting Ezekiel as a cherubic baby, an adventurous toddler, and an awkward teenager with the occasional acne breakout. While Ezekiel blushed in embarrassment, Artemis didn't seem to mind, recognizing the joy it brought to Maria. She continued perusing the album with the elderly woman, sharing in the warmth of cherished memories. While Ezekiel's grandfather went to the bathroom and his father felled asleep on the couch.

Maria then pointed at a picture where Ezekiel was about six or seven, his arm encased in a cast. Curiosity piqued, Artemis inquired, "What happened here?"

With a nostalgic smile, Maria recounted the tale. "Oh, I remember that day. Ezekiel had just read Peter Pan and watched the movie for the first time. He was so captivated by the idea of flying that he decided to give it a try. Of course, he couldn't fly, and he ended up breaking his arm."

Artemis couldn't help but empathize with young Ezekiel, looking at the photo of him trying to hold back tears. "It must have hurt a lot," she remarked sympathetically.

Maria chuckled warmly, revealing a surprising twist to the story. "That's the thing, dear. He wasn't crying because of his broken arm. He was upset because he believed he couldn't fly. He was heartbroken."

"Ah… Why did you have to tell her?" Ezekiel whined.

"There is nothing to be embarrassed about the cute action and wonder of a child." Artemis reasoned but Ezekiel shook his head.

"Easy for you to say," Ezekiel mumbled only for Artemis to roll her eyes.

"Men and their pride," Artemis quipped, causing Maria to burst into laughter. "That's one thing they'll never let go of.".

Changing the topic, Maria turned her attention to Artemis. "Actually, Artemis, we've been hearing all about our family, but we hardly know anything about you. It's only fair that we get to know our son's first true friend."

Ezekiel, concerned about where this was headed, interjected, "Grandma, isn't that a bit invasive?"

"Well, I just wanted to get to know Ezekiel's first true friend," Maria remarked. Ezekiel swiftly corrected, "Not friends."

However, Maria paid no heed to this correction; her attention remained firmly fixed on Artemis. With a composed demeanor, Artemis responded, "Well, I suppose I can share a bit about myself. I understand your curiosity, Maria, especially since you want to ensure Ezekiel's well-being." But in truth Maria wanted to know if this girl was good enough for her grandson.

Artemis contemplated where to begin, careful not to reveal too much about her true nature. She tapped her finger lightly on her leg as she pondered her response.

Maria made it easier for her by suggesting, "Why not start with something simple? Do you have any siblings?"

"I have one younger brother. His name is Phoebus," Artemis replied, carefully choosing the less well-known name to avoid raising any suspicions. Maria commented, "Phoebus, that's a unique name."

Artemis nodded, her eyes displaying a hint of amusement. "Yes, it has Greek origins," she explained. Ezekiel, rose from the couch and asked Artemis if she'd like some tea. She accepted with a nod.

Maria, her curiosity piqued, commented, "You know, I now see you do have some Greek feature, I've started to notice a few Greek folks during bingo night. It took me a while to catch on. Is it because your father is Zeus?"

Artemis replied thoughtfully, "Yes, that's part of it. But my mother is Greek as well." She chose her words carefully, ensuring the conversation didn't delve too deeply into her family's divine heritage. Ezekiel, in the kitchen, stood by the tap, watching the interaction unfold.

Ezekiel interrupted, leaning forward in his chair, trying to bridge the gap between the kitchen and living room. He asked, "Can you tell me more about her?" His question caught Artemis off guard, and Ezekiel immediately noticed her reaction. Concerned, he waved his hand dismissively and said, "Ah, I'm sorry if that question was too invasive."

"It's alright; I've just never had anyone ask about her, let alone from me. But if I had to talk about what she was like, well, I have to say she was the most remarkable woman I've ever known and an incredible mother. My father, Zeus, was never there for me and Phoebus, so our mother raised us on her own. She would sing to us almost every time we asked, and her voice was truly beautiful and filled with love. I always found peace in her songs. I remember this one time when I was young, I was chasing a small creature. I was so close to catching it when my brother had to practice his singing right where I was. It startled the creature, and it ran off. I was pretty angry at him, and we got into a little fight. I left to get some space. But my mother eventually found me, and without saying a word, she handed me a carved wooden statue of that same small creature. Her words were, 'See, now you've caught it.' To this day, I still have that statue." Artemis smiled to herself, not even realizing that Ezekiel had placed her tea in front of her on the coffee table.

"That was a lovely little story, dear," Maria said, while Artemis weakly smiled, picked up her tea, and took a sip.

"Your mom sounds like an amazing woman," Ezekiel added.

"She is," Artemis smiled at Ezekiel, and just as the moment settled, Ezekiel's grandfather walked in, capturing everyone's attention as he appeared to have something important to say.

"What is it, my love?" Maria inquired.

"Ezekiel, wake your father; this is important," he insisted. His grandson followed his instructions, shaking his father awake. It took a few moments, but Ashur finally stirred.

"What's going on?" he asked, his gaze focused on his father.

"I believe it's time for Ezekiel and Artemis to embark on whatever path God have set before them," the elder man declared.

"What? Why?" Maria questioned.

"Yeah, we still have time together," Ashur chimed in, his stance unwavering.

"Ezekiel, I'm overjoyed that you're back with us, but it's precisely for that reason that you must leave now. The longer you stay, the harder it will be for all of us to part ways. I'd rather rip off the bandage quickly than prolong the pain," the elder man urged, his words causing a heavy silence to envelop the room.

"I agree with Grandfather," Ezekiel interjected, his father appearing disappointed, and his grandmother wearing a melancholic expression.

"I'm alive for a purpose, and as much as it pains me to say it, I can't stay here any longer, not until I've resolved whatever danger awaits us in less than a year," Ezekiel continued, his father slumping down, his voice quivering.

"I lost you a year ago... I... I don't know if I can bear losing you again," he admitted, his voice cracking. Ezekiel placed a comforting hand on his father's shoulder.

"Dad, I'm alive, and I'm here for a reason. I won't lose my life a second time," he assured, though it seemed that his words couldn't completely console his grief-stricken father.

"Mr. Washington," Artemis spoke, capturing everyone's attention. "I understand how difficult it must be for a father to let go of his child once more. But I promise you that I will protect Ezekiel with my life. Don't worry; I've been battling monsters and facing danger for many years. This won't be any different," she assured. Ashur gazed at her with deep contemplation.

"Can you promise me? Give me your word that Ezekiel will be safe?" he inquired.

"I can do one better," Artemis replied, her tone unwavering. "I swear on the river Styx that I will protect and keep Ezekiel Washington safe." As she uttered the oath, thunder rumbled outside, startling Maria.

"That was a special promise in the Greek world. If I break it, there will be dire consequences for the one who bears it," she added. Ashur remained silent, still uncertain about his decision, but ultimately, he accepted it.

"Alright then, let's bid our goodbyes and share our final words with you personally, Ezekiel," Naramsin suggested as the whole family rose to gather in the middle. However, Artemis, not wanting to intrude, began to make her way to the front entrance. Maria's voice halted her in her tracks.

"Artemis, where are you going?" Maria inquired.

Artemis turned and smiled warmly at Maria. "I think it's best that you have this moment with your family," she replied. "This is a time for farewells and shared memories that should be kept within your family. I have a few things to get ready as well."

Ezekiel's family nodded understandingly, and with tearful eyes, they said their goodbyes to Artemis. She reciprocated their farewells and made her way outside, heading to the patio where she waited for Ezekiel.

As Artemis waited on the patio for Ezekiel, she couldn't help but reflect on the moments she had just shared with his mortal family. It was a peculiar experience for her, spending time with them, but she found herself surprisingly enjoying it. There was a certain warmth and simplicity in their interactions that she had rarely encountered in her long, immortal life.

The tea they had shared, the stories they had told, and even the unexpected joy of winning a seemingly trivial mortal board game had all contributed to an atmosphere of genuine human connection. It was refreshing, even relaxing, just to be in the company of these ordinary mortals, enjoying the little things that made their lives meaningful.

Artemis couldn't deny that she now understood why Ezekiel loved his family so much. They were a stark contrast to the world of gods and monsters that she was accustomed to. In their own way, they were beautiful and endearing.

As she sat there, waiting for Ezekiel, she made a silent promise to herself. She was determined to help him on his journey, not just for his sake but also for the family she had grown fond of during this brief encounter. It was a resolve born out of an appreciation for the simple joys of mortal life and a desire to protect what Ezekiel held dear.

As Artemis waited on the patio for Ezekiel, she couldn't help but reflect on the moments she had just shared with his mortal family. It was a peculiar experience for her, spending time with them, but she found herself surprisingly enjoying it. There was a certain warmth and simplicity in their interactions that she had rarely encountered in her long, immortal life.

The tea they had shared, the stories they had told, and even the unexpected joy of winning a seemingly trivial mortal board game had all contributed to an atmosphere of genuine human connection. It was refreshing, even relaxing, just to be in the company of these ordinary mortals, enjoying the little things that made their lives meaningful.

Artemis couldn't deny that she now understood why Ezekiel loved his family so much. They were a stark contrast to the world of gods and Heroes that she was accustomed to. In their own way, they were beautiful and endearing.

As she sat there, waiting for Ezekiel, she made a silent promise to herself. She was determined to help him on his journey, not just for his sake but also for the family she had grown fond of during this brief encounter. It was a resolve born out of an appreciation for the simple joys of mortal life and the desire to protect what Ezekiel held dear.

Artemis continued to wait on the patio, her gaze fixated on the stars above. The night sky was clear, and the stars shimmered like diamonds. It was a sight that often captivated her, a reminder of the vastness of the universe and that presence she felt in Ezekiel.

When Ezekiel finally emerged from the house, he appeared more alive and in a better mood than she had seen him in a while. His eyes held a newfound determination, and a smile played on his lips. Artemis couldn't help but notice the change in him and was curious about what had transpired inside.

"Thought it would take longer?" she asked him, her curiosity getting the better of her.

Ezekiel looked at her with a puzzled expression. "It's been almost half an hour," he replied.

Artemis blinked in surprise. To her, it felt like mere moments had passed, lost in her thoughts and the beauty of the night sky. "Sorry, gods often had a different sense of time, and if they weren't focused on the present moment, it was easy for them to let time slip away. What might be a few decades for a mortal could feel like mere months to a deity. Or just know it felt like only few second passed."

"That sounds scary," He said, Artemis began walking back toward the town. Lost in her own musings, she set off, her steps purposeful. Ezekiel, still processing their conversation, had to hurry to catch up with her, falling into step by her side.

"It can be…" Ezekiel sensed a sensitive topic in the air and wisely decided not to intrude. As they retraced their steps along the familiar path, Artemis, perhaps trying to break the silence, began, "Ezekiel."

He replied with a simple, "Yeah," his attention focused on the path to avoid tripping in the darkness.

"What did they say to you? Your family, I mean," Artemis inquired, her question catching him off guard. He stumbled slightly but quickly regained his balance.

"Are you alright?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, yeah, just wasn't paying attention," he answered, but in truth, he was perplexed about why Artemis wanted to know about his family's farewell messages. Not wanting to offend her, he assumed it might be important to her and decided to share. "Well, they said their goodbyes with almost a speech, giving their own pieces of advice, wisdom, and thoughts on me. That's why it took a bit of time," he explained, chuckling a little.

"What's so funny?" Artemis inquired, her curiosity piqued.

"It's just that I remember what Grandma said to me," Ezekiel replied.

Artemis was immediately interested. "And what was that?" she pressed.

"I'm not sure if I should say it. It's related to you, and, well..." he hesitated, unsure how Artemis would react.

Artemis rolled her eyes. "I won't smite your grandmother, if that's what you're worried about. I actually quite like her," she reassured him.

Ezekiel still seemed hesitant. "It's just awkward and kind of embarrassing," he admitted.

Artemis sighed in exasperation. "Please, I've lived for thousands of years, and you're the one who opened the door by bringing up whatever your grandmother said about me," she pointed out, her patience wearing thin.

"Alright, well, she said that when I come back home, I better have to bring you with me, and she sees a ring on you," Ezekiel finally confessed, bracing himself for the worst.

"Huh, that's all?" Artemis responded, her tone surprisingly nonchalant.

"Really? I expected, well, some reaction," Ezekiel said, somewhat relieved.

Artemis rolled her eyes again, clearly unbothered. "Like I said, I've lived for thousands of years, and I've faced far more disrespect. Besides, your grandmother doesn't know my true identity and my maidenhood. Now, if it were you... well, I can't kill you or turn you into a jackalope, but I will make sure you won't pull anything like that with me," she warned with a smug attitude.

"Noted," Ezekiel said, chuckling as they continued their journey together.

As they continued down the moonlit path, Ezekiel decided to share the rest of his family's farewell messages with Artemis. He recounted how his father, while not-so-subtly trying to dissuade him from leaving, had still offered a few kind and encouraging words. He spoke of the love his father had for him and his desire for him to stay safe and return home soon.

Artemis listened attentively, her curiosity evident in her eyes. "What about your grandmother?" she inquired, interested to hear more.

With a warm smile, Ezekiel described his grandmother's words. She had said more than just the part about getting Artemis to be his wife. She knew him as a responsible young man, one she trusted to embark on this journey that God had sent him on. She encouraged him to embrace the path that lay ahead, reminding him that his family would always be here for him.

"And your grandfather?" Artemis prompted, eager to hear his farewell.

Ezekiel reflected on his grandfather's message. Though he was typically less verbose, his words had carried weight. His grandfather had advised him to trust in God and to always act as a man should – sacrificing personal desires for what was right and just. In a rare display of affection, his grandfather had given him a heartfelt hug, a gesture that had deeply touched Ezekiel.

Before long, they found themselves back downtown, precisely on the street where the enigmatic shop was nestled. Coming to a halt just in front of it, Ezekiel took a deep breath. Artemis patiently waited, knowing that he needed a moment to mentally prepare for everything that was about to unfold once they crossed the threshold.

"Ready?" Artemis inquired, to which Ezekiel nodded in affirmation. With his confirmation, she swung the door open, revealing the familiar interior of the shop. They entered and navigated the labyrinthine aisles until they returned to the front desk. There, they were met with a surprising sight – the shop owner had transformed. This time, he appeared younger, likely in his late twenties, with an entirely different face and Asian features. Though his visage had changed, his imposing height, build, and attire remained the same.

"Welcome back! I knew you would return, Prophet!" he greeted them with genuine enthusiasm. Ezekiel, bewildered by the transformation, inquired about the previous shop owner.

"Where is the other guy?" he asked, puzzled.

"Other... guy... oh! No, I'm him, just with a different face," the shop owner explained cheerfully. Ezekiel, eager to focus on the pressing matters at hand, decided to accept this inexplicable revelation, for now.

"Whatever. I'm ready for whatever comes next and for the responsibility of being the Anointed One," Ezekiel declared, determined. The mysterious shop owner, however, had another question in mind. He leaned closer to Ezekiel, whispering conspiratorially and gesturing towards Artemis.

"What about her, boss?" he inquired, provoking Artemis's ire as she placed a hand on her hip.

"What about me..." Artemis warned, her tone icy. The eccentric shop owner continued undeterred.

"She's a goddess of the Greek pantheon. What's your verdict?" he asked, prompting Ezekiel to pull back slightly from the odd question.

"My verdict? Artemis is my partner on this journey. She saved my life, and it was her who helped me get here," Ezekiel asserted firmly. The shop owner, now understanding Ezekiel's stance, abruptly stepped back and struck the counter twice. To Ezekiel's surprise, the counter split in two, sliding apart for them to pass. He jumped at the sudden act, while Artemis remained cautious.

"Please, Prophet, step forward through the door and claim what is yours. Also, welcome Artemis, guest of our Prophet," the shop owner announced, extending a welcoming hand toward the door at the back. Without further hesitation, Ezekiel moved forward, opening the door and stepping through into the unknown.


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