The Trinity: Of Gods and Kings

The Hunt Takes Care of its Own

Artemis POV

"I'm going to kill that raving bitch!"

Apollo was restraining me while Athena was using what little power she had as a Demigod to try and break Aphrodite's charm on me.

She had dressed me like a slut. I was in a tiny silver tube top, a black mini-skirt, and high heels that I couldn't even walk in. I tried to rip them off, knowing I'd be happier out of this slut suit than in it. But that slut wouldn't make it that easy. I couldn't even pull it off my skin.

Here I was, the chaste, man-hating Goddess, looking like a whore. I glanced around, but the Mortal students didn't seem to notice me. They just passed by as if a whore was something they saw everyday.

I turned back to Athena, still desperate to get into more appropriate clothing.

"Sister, please! Help me!"

I pointed at my clothing and gave her a terrified look.

"I can't look like this for a century!"

She nodded, still trying to use her knowledge and the little powers she still had access to in an attempt to save me from the Hades of being seen as some kind of slut.

Apollo pulled us behind the corner of a building because the magic that hides the supernatural from Mortals can only do so much. As he did, I caught a glimpse of crimson, but I couldn't see what it was before Athena started using her magic on me.

The gray light surrounded me and I heard a gentle male voice in my head.

"The Hunt takes care of its own."

When Athena's gray light faded, she looked quite happy with herself. Apollo looked relieved, and Ares looked disappointed that I got out of my punishment and he couldn't get out of his. So I took a deep breath and looked down at myself.

I must admit, I would have taken almost anything other than that... travesty I was wearing. But this? This I could deal with. I had on black hiking boots, tasteful jeans, a black shirt with a silver moon on it, and a silvery gray sweatshirt that was quite comfortable. Even my backpack had changed. Well, it was a gaudy massive purse before, now it was a single strap gray backpack that felt suspiciously like a quiver. Athena smiled at me and I nodded to her in gratitude.

"Now that we have that sorted out. Does anyone know what to do?"

I had asked both Athena and Apollo because she was wise and knowledgeable, and he had been through this before. I didn't even address Ares because not only was he the reason we were in this mess, but also because he was as airheaded as the bitch who tried to make me look like a slut for a century.

Surprisingly, Apollo answered first.

"Check your pockets, usually we would have some form of identification."

We did so and each found a wallet with identification, a little mortal money, and some random trinkets. I was named Ariel Jupiter, 17. Apollo was Alex Jupiter, 17, so he was still my twin. Athena was Anna Jupiter, 18, and Ares was Adam Jupiter, 18, making us all siblings still, even as mortals. Although Athena...I mean Anna was revolted to think she had been made Ares' older twin. After we figured that out by the dates of birth and Names on our driver's permits, we also found we all lived in the same house not too far away. Then Athena...Anna had an idea. We were at a school, right?

"Everyone check your phones, the emails should have our school schedules, and I suggest we hurry, because I think we're going to be late otherwise."