Artemis had tried scrubbing it off so hard, she had basically torn off her skin. Her wrist looked like an emo kid in high school and it still wouldn't go away. Her scars seemed to morph to match it.

If you were wondering what this "It" was, that would be a tattoo. Not a normal one, unfortunately. No, this marked the soulmate a person was meant to spend the rest of one of their lives. The only problem was, Artemis had been told she could never receive one. Yet here it was, blue pegasi and a detailed trident. It wasn't Poseidon, that much she knew.

There was only one other person it could have been. The son of Poseidon, possibly the only respectable man. The only issue with that was, he was far too likely to be loyal to Annabeth. There were going to be a lot of kinks to work out if anything was going to work. That is, if she decided she was willing to make it work. Perseus may have been a good man, but he was a man none the less.

No matter whether or not it was against her reputation, she supposed she should at least find Perseus. Even if she felt little to nothing for him, it would be rude to not at least talk with him about it. Usually she could care less about being rude to a man, but he had saved Thalia a few times and honored Zoë. He deserved her recognition.

With a farewell to the hunt and the promise she would return soon, Artemis flashed to camp half-blood. It was where he stayed over the summer's, and it was highly unlikely he wasn't there. With her basic mortal attire, 17 year old look, and a pair of sunglasses, it wouldn't be too hard to stay unnoticed. The less attention, the better. Apollo would've never let her hear the end of it.

It was to be expected that he was in the arena, battling against a small group of newer demigods. They weren't a match for the son of Poseidon though. One by one they all fell flat on their asses. An expected outcome when fighting the son of Poseidon.

"I believe Ares would love a rematch now. It wouldn't be hard for you to put him in his place." Percy's head swiveled so fast she was sure he would break his neck. "I would quite enjoy the show, actually."

Percy just raised an eyebrow. "Alright, what did I do to piss somebody off? Did i step on the wrong twig or did I just exist? Place your bets, kids." Artemis chuckled as Percy threw his hands in the air.

"Nothing of the sort, Perse- ahem, Percy. I would like to have a word for you." She removed the glasses. He got the message pretty fast and looked down at his wrist. 'So he knows. Good, that will make things easier.' She put the glasses back on and gestured for him to follow.

By the time she had reached the edge of the woods, Percy was already asking questions. "Aren't these things supposed to appear once both soulmates are born? I figured I just didn't have one, officially. Annabeth could have been, but well.."

"Well? What happened?" Percy cracked his neck and sighed.

"We sorta just came apart. After everything we went through, I had assumed it would strengthen what we had and it did, for a while. Love doesn't last forever though, not for a demigod. Only when you have your soulmate." He looked at his wrist again. A bow and a crescent moon. "I knew it was you or one of your huntresses. Who else is that big on moonlight and hitting a rabbit from a hundred yards?"

"You may be surprised." Percy smiled and looked down.

"So.. What do you what to do about this? I realize that with your hunt, you may not want to do anything at all, but I don't have much to lose. Just need some time." Artemis nooded, thinking about her hunt. A male partner wouldn't be easily accepted among her sisters.

"I haven't quite decided on that just yet. When that time comes, You'll know. Just be careful. One day you could wake up in my tent. If your sleeping area feels hard and cold, don't open your eyes. I would hate to throw my significant other to the wolves on the first day for seeing me naked." As Artemis turned to walk away, she could hear Percy mumbling.

"Oh, I really hope that's a joke." He already knew his luck, though. That wasn't a joke. It was a very real, very terrifying possibility.

Days had passed since his talk with Artemis. He hadn't really thought abour the chat until Grover basically busted through his door and slammed it shut. "I heard from Juniper- Dude, you and Artemis?! That's, like, every satyr's dream!"

"How about you yell a little later, you idiot? Just because we have some markings, it doesn't mean we're just together already. There's going to be a little bit more than that to this. That list starts with her being a maiden goddess." Percy stratched the back of his neck, made sure the door was shut, and laid back down on his bed.

"Percy, man, come on! Look, I know this whole Annabeth thing has you down, but look at the pros-" Percy put up a hand.

"Slow down, goat boy. I'm not going to think about any of this until I get comfirmation with Artemis that she even wants to try this. Trust me when I say that I'll know." With what, he shut his eyes and rolled on his side. "If you don't mind, I'm gonna go to bed. My head hurts." Grover nodded and opened the door, walking out without a second thought.

For the fifth night, no dreams.

He realized all too late that the floor was cold and hard. He didn't register that he wasn't in his bed. He realized, the second he opened his eyes, that he was in Artemis' tent. How could he tell so well?

Perhaps it was the fact she was on the other side of the tent, bent over and naked. He shut his eyes just as fast as he had opened them but the image of her nudity was still stuck in his mind. He wouldn't lie, it wasn't the worst thing in his head, but if she read his mind for even a moment, he was so screwed.

"And why would that be, Percy?"

'Shit.'

And that's chapter one complete. Due to the nature of all my fanfiction, theres going to be smut, but for an introduction chapter, I won't be going in to detail over Artemis in her glorious nudity.