Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson nor do I own anything affiliated with it. Percy Jackson and all his friends (as well as his enemies) belong to the brilliant mind of Rick Riordan.

Chapter 1

It all started out as a normal day. Artemis stood perched on a rock mound, careful not to make a sound as she eyed the wild turkey. With movements as swift as the wind she drew her silver bow and fired an arrow that sank straight in to the turkey's neck. She leaped over the mound and strode over to her kill, retrieving the silver shafted arrow from the corpse. After stuffing the bird in her bag she made her way back to camp. She knew how her hunters worried if she was gone for a while, especially after that little incident with Atlas. Artemis found it almost pleasant, having this group of girls that genuinely cared for her. As she walked in to the camp she was greeted by her second in command Thalia Grace.

"My lady." She gave a small bow which Artemis returned. "We think we've put together a strategy, or rather an outline of a strategy, for the boars. We were hoping you'd take a look at it and see if it's fit for the task."

Artemis gave a nod. "Of course, Thalia. I'd be glad to." They began to make their way over to Thalia's tent, where more hunters awaited their mistress. "This boar hunt is a big event, it only occurs once in a decade." Artemis cocked her head. "It's almost like Christmas to me. I wonder, did I provide you all with enough information to make proper preparations?"

"I believe so my lady." Thalia replied. "We've all been briefed on the mass number of boars and how they move in their groups."

"Ah, good, good." Artemis entered the tent and was greeted by a chorus of "My lady"s and bows. She then listened to the hunters' strategy, complementing the great parts and suggesting changes to some other parts. All in all an average meeting of the hunters that would always take place before a big hunt.

After the meeting was over Artemis stepped out of the tent and made her way over to her own quarters. There she took out the turkey and set it aside to be cleaned. She also removed the arrow she had killed it with to clean as well. She looked at the arrow and noticed the arrowhead was missing. New arrowheads were always such a hassle, and it couldn't be too far. She placed the shaft down and strode out to where she had shot the turkey, ignoring the confused and concerned looks of her hunters as she left. She passed the rock mound and began tracing her steps until she saw a small glimmer on the ground. She bent down and picked up the arrowhead, turning it over in her palm. It almost didn't occur to her that rather than her usual silver or stone colored arrowheads, this one was gold.

Artemis drew her bow and did a sweep around with her eyes. She was soon met with a bright light that would have been blinding to mortals and the sound of an engine being revved. She lowered her bow with a sigh, preparing to meet her brother with an eye roll.

"Sis!" Apollo leaped out of his convertible sun chariot and bounded over to his sister, wrapping her in a large bear-hug that pulled her from her feet.

"Apollo!" Artemis choked out, unable to stifle her laugh. "Put me down Apollo!"

"Fine." Apollo set her down and loosened his arms slightly, just enough so Artemis could move to wrap hers around him. "So, how ya been Sis?" He said, releasing her.

"I have been fine, Apollo." She replied.

"How are all the sweethearts?" He raised his eyebrow, making an attempted flirting face.

Artemis rolled her eyes. "My hunters are fine." She shook her head and looked up at him. He always insisted on being taller than her, he's never accepted the fact that she was born first (even helped their mother birth him). "First you ruin one of my perfectly good arrowheads, then you call my hunters sweethearts, this visit isn't exactly going in your favor Apollo."

"Hey, a gold arrowhead is a lot cooler than a stone blood-covered one." He said defensively. "And, besides," his voice took a sudden dark turn. "I wasn't expecting this visit to go well anyway." His gaze dropped to the ground.

Artemis grew concerned. "What do you mean Apollo?" He didn't look up, and Artemis almost feared he was about to break out a haiku when he finally did lift his eyes.

"Artemis, I…" He looked down again, and Artemis could tell he was struggling to find his words. If the god of poetry was struggling for words, it must mean something bad and hard.

"Apollo," Artemis spoke with a delicate voice, a voice she often used when approaching a wounded animal careful not to spook it. "Apollo, look at me." He raised his head. "What do you need to say? Brother, tell me."

Apollo gave a sad sigh before finally answering. "Artemis, I'm being relocated. Far, far away, and it sounds like I may never be able to come back."

Artemis heard her heartstrings being plucked by his words, the last sentence causing them all to snap.