Zeus' cabin was awash with water. A few fish flopped listlessly on the tiles. Artemis splashed water onto their flapping gills and then stood back.
"Someone ought to tell Chiron," a camper called out.
"He's dealing with Mr D."
"Oh yeah..."
Mr D, thought Artemis ruefully, of course. He wouldn't want to be anywhere near her. Another girl with stringy, brown hair was admiring her handiwork, "great work. And great choice for which god to pick a war with to."
"Back off, Clarisse," Annabeth defended Artemis, "leave her alone."
"She's right." Artemis interrupted, she picked up a photo that had floated towards her, there were three people in it: one of them looked like Annabeth, but younger; the other two were harder to identify. The boy had a distinguishable scar that ran down his left cheek and sandy, blonde hair. The girl had short, jet black hair, the same colour as Artemis' and Percy's, but this was accompanied by piercing, electric blue eyes rather than their green.
"She's right. I am picking a war with the gods - and I'm not even meaning to."
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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?
