Pertemis A Moon's Tale

Chapter I: Tale Of Wars And Separation.

N/A This continues from the alternative ending. The other is just too depressing that I can't even read 😭😭😭😊😄

In the conflicted area - Northern forest.

Artemis ran through leaves and trees. The old dead branches slid her cheeks making a clean cut of gold. He was here. All the tracks led to this place. He has to be here even in this mixed and desperate situation. Artemis mumbled in her head.

The sky drew darker and the shadow of her grew dimmer on the ground. The area was restricted to any immortal now. If she did not find him today, perhaps she would never have a chance too. The risk of coming here again was too high.

The clouds were twirling and the lightning rippled through their heavy greyness as her memory drew back to the moments she had with him.

Just like what Lucien said, her brain and his and everyone knew about their relationship had warned them. Once they got together, their dooms would start to hunt them both.

She didn't expect it to come that early. She was actually prepared for it and in her mind, she always thought she would face it with him. But oh the cruel Fates had another script for them.

Right after they confessed to each other at the cliff that day. The memory of that moment exploded again in her stomach and it warmed her heart. She thought they could finally have time to enjoy each other, to at least for once live in peace and do not have to hide anything from the others. They did enjoy it for a time. But it wasn't for so long.

Artemis's memory.

She remembered perfectly that day, the day that ruined and caused all of this. It wasn't any special day for them. That morning she woke up again in his arms with a shore arm since she had it laid underneath him. She didn't know was he actually fives years old or three thousand four hundred years. After that long, he still slept drooling. It was gross to her of course and worse of all she had to sleep next to that pig. Yet one way or another, there was some thing adorable about it. She didn't dare to wake him up, since he had a tough time with the hunters the night before. Artemis slid off the bed carefully and stealthily walked to the bathroom as if a thief in hers own bedroom. Which was also weird of course. She didn't have much time to think about their relationship and the progress. It wasn't like after the confession they supposed to be a happy couple and cuddling and kissing and all those grossing things. They still fought like dogs no matter how advanced was their relationship. She would still shoot arrows at him, he would still provoke or mock her and she would rant at him day and night as if nothing had ever changed between them. Yet in her heart, it was changed, much more than what she initially expected. It wasn't cold stone nor icy but warm and filled with excitement. She didn't have that grudge against males like before, it was there still but less. Nothing can change just after a couple of nights. Her impulsiveness was somehow contained and she was calmer, stubborn still yet certainly not unreasonable (if that what Percy always said about her) like before.

That day things seemed a bit odd as if Apollo had been working day and night and now he just not brother for patrol and duty anymore. The Northern winds came through the forest, penetrated through the halls of leaves were stronger and colder than usual. The crows somehow occupied the area that morning and the ways they looked at her gave Artemis a creep.

Just when she was about to chase those birds away, thunder shook the world and lightning ran a zigzag line across the sky even though there was no cloud. Zeus summon.

At the time she didn't have anything to worry since Percy was now safe and things had cooled down. The prison break and slaughter on Olympus did cause havoc and many died and some couldn't be recognised at all since only part of their remains was left. Some how Aphrodite did a good magic and the Olympian Warriors fought with Artemis that day at the gate of Olympus now were thinking they were fighting a pink stag. Don't ask her why Aphrodite did that. Somehow, fortunately of course, Artemis managed to wove an incredible and believable story that Percy was amongst the deaths and no werewolf existence could be found on Earth again. They bought it even Athena.