Percy Jackson - Forgiving, not Forgetting

Revision of Pasts

"Are you still angry?" Perseus asked respectfully. Artemis glanced up from her lunch to look at him, before moving her gaze around the pavilion at the campers talking, arguing, or eating. She didn't know how to feel. On one hand Percy didn't have the full story behind Orion, and probably didn't even make the connection between now and then. The other hand though, he knew that she would be hurt by his actions. Artemis, as much as she hid it, loved her brother. He was the sun, and she the moon. They were closer then most realised, mainly due to his visions, where only she and Hestia are able to calm him down. Percy was aware of how close they were, but not how or why. After he spent so long with her Hunters, he knew that Apollo took up some of her time.

She glanced at Sophia, who was chattering away to Thalia and Phoebe. She had come out of her shell after the Olympian meeting, opening up more then she had ever done before. She looked calm within the Hunter's ranks, wearing Thalia's tiara and a french braid done by one of the girls.

"I don't blame you, but I am angry at you. Perhaps irrationally..." She trailed off. Perseus looked at her for a moment, expressive green eyes trained solely on her without reprieve, but gave her room. He knew when to push and when not to.

"I was thinking of either visiting the other camp as Zeus suggested," She smirked at his words. Suggested? I doubt he suggested... "but we could always invite them over, it is around the time they have a reunion if memory serves me well." He looked to her for assurance. She nodded thoughtfully. It wasn't a terrible idea, even though visiting them would be better. She once again glanced at Sophia and realised his hidden idea. Sophia was only just becoming comfortable. She could handle moving with people she knew, like the Hunt, but moving as well as meeting new people? That wouldn't work out. Sophia would retreat again, back into her shell.

"I believe it would be the best course of action. I will speak with the council about it. We have another meeting in a week." Even if she was forbidden to tell Percy about the meeting, and she was, it didn't stop her. This wasn't the first time she had disobeyed her father, and it wouldn't be the last.

Percy nodded again. He looked to see that Sophia was alright before leaving the pavilion. Artemis ate the remaining bits of dinner, her glass of nectar, and collected her thoughts before gliding as silently as Percy before her, out of the crowded room. As the pavilion was full, Artemis scarcely ran into any campers on her way. Lost in her thoughts, she almost missed her arrival at the archery range.

One of Camp Half-Blood's best features was the archery range. It was from there she could smell the sweet strawberries that funded the camp. Looking down she could see the vast ocean, as clear as the Caribbean's. She loved how the wards kept the seas crystal-like, the forest fresh and healthy, and the weather continuously clear. Many times the Hunt was forced into bad conditions, sometimes dangerous ones too. It was always nice to take a break and view the delightful scenery at the half-blood camp before engaging with the sometimes harsh wilderness.

Artemis summoned her bow, absently analysing the wind and the target. It wasn't necessary for her to focus on the task, as most had become instinct over the years. She could make a bullseye in her sleep if she wanted. She found most of the time that focusing on the relaxing motions helped clear her head, and aid in making burdensome thoughts a memory of the past.

Thwack 

Thwack

Thwack

The Goddess pulled the string back once more before hesitating. Artemis didn't know why she stopped when she did, but her thoughts didn't linger on it. Instead, her mind cast itself back to years before. Back when the Gods and Goddesses of Olympus weren't mere 'myths' but worshiped and revered as almighty beings.