At first there was silence. Then uproar. Then one gleaming blade was drawn. And there was silence once more. Artemis broke it, "Goblet of Fire, anyone?" Her BBC, british accent cut through the air swiftly and sharply. Artemis gasped at the sound and that travelled too. Every pair of eyes in the vicinity were drawn to her. Artemis wished she'd never spoke. Never came. Never heard of Camp Halfblood where demigods trained, you all wore orange t-shirts and were safe for (at least one summer!) gods know when. No. It was all a big stupid mistake.
Then they came.
To everyone else the symbol meant nothing; to Artemis it meant everything. Her greek and symbols obsessed mother had taken it upon herself to design a symbol to calm Artemis down. And now it was all Artemis could see. They were dotted around the edges of her vision, implanting themselves in her cranium. She felt sick, and she knew she was hyperventilating. Please don't throw up, she thought, please don't let me be sick. So she fainted instead.
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Greeks, Gods & Other Problems
FanfictionArtemis is new to everything: country, home, people, life. She was alienated at home, so when she moves she feels she can make a brand new start on things. Uh uh, the gods don't like that - at all. Will Artemis regret coming to Camp Half-Blood?
