Demigods Vs Magic.

Rewriting the Past, Part 2.

Continuing from the last chapter, 

(Also, before anyone asks, no I am not doing a Zoe speaking in Old English. That is beyond my capability, and I do not want to butcher that.) 

"What did you do to the children?" Zoe asked, notching another arrow. 

"Easy guys." Perseus held his arms in the air. "Don't shoot. I'm just one, you guys are 40." 

"Exactly. For your own safety, you should surrender." Annabeth taunted him. 

"Ah Annabeth, you misunderstand." Perseus shrugged. "It's not safe for you guys. You should have brought maybe 50 demigods and two Olympians more and it would have been entertaining. I'm afraid Artemis won't do the job." 

"Watch how you speak, mortal, lest you be incinerated." Artemis stepped forward, still in the form of a 10-year-old ginger. 

"That is Artemis?" Percy asked, pointing at her. 

"I know right?" Perseus replied. "She doesn't seem that threatening, but she has a mean shin kick. Too bad that's as far as she can reach-" Perseus ducked as a hail of arrows landed where he had been a second ago. 

"Watch. How. You. Speak." Artemis growled, a ferocious silver aura glowing around her, as her form grew to a 15-year-old's. 

"Got you to shift, didn't I?" Perseus pointed. "Besides, you're not that threatening. I've met the older sibling, and personally, I think Apollo does it a lot better than you do-" A flash of silver was all anyone saw, as Artemis appeared where Perseus had been, with no sign of him anywhere. 

"Tsk tsk tsk," Perseus said, as a seven-year-old huntress dangled in his arm at the edge of the cliff, his hand firmly around her throat. "You act too impulsively." 

"Let her go," Artemis said, glaring at Perseus. 

"I will. I have no intention of harming her or anyone here." Perseus said. "But I need you to swear on the River Styx to not mention this interaction with the rest of the Olympians." 

"Why-"

"Don't ask stupid questions Arty~" Perseus said, swinging the huntress over the edge again. "Just do what I say, and I'll let her go. Don't think too much." 

"Fine." Artemis sighed. "I swear on the River Styx that I will not mention this interaction with the Olympians." Thunder boomed overhead, sealing the deal. 

"Wasn't that easy?" Perseus asked. 

"Now, let her go," Artemis demanded. Perseus shrugged but didn't let her go. 

"I'm going to be keeping an eye on you, so if the Olympians do get to know about this..."Perseus growled. "I will come back and I will burn your little camp of huntresses to the ground. That is a promise." He threw the huntress over to Artemis, and vanished instantly, as a hail of arrows rained down where he had been. 

"What do we do now, Milady?" Zoe asked. 

"I do not know for certain Zoe," Artemis said. "But for now, I need you to accompany me." 

"Where to?" 

"Olympus of course," Artemis said. "I may have swore not to say anything, but you did not." 

With the Olympians, 

"Hermes, my 500 drachmae please." Apollo held his hand out, the goofiest smile on his face. "I finally found someone who can troll my little sister." 

"I am older, Apollo!" 

"No, you're not Arty." Apollo shook his head. "You heard what the guy said, and we all saw it in Zoe's memories, he said I'm older."