Author's Note:

Welcome, welcome! To my new story!

This story is about Artemis, the goddess of the moon, the hunt and the wild. This tale tells about how she tries to fight for her name to be known. This follows the life she has on Olympus and will feature the rest of the Greek god and goddesses.

So without further ado, let us begin the tale of Artemis...

I sat on the banks of the river, looking at the quiet waters.

It was more peaceful here in this strange unknown forest on Earth than in Olympus, the land where I have exiled myself from.

Among the lush greenery and the sound of the forest animals, I could actually be who I am.

Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt and the Wild.

Here, I am everything.

In Olympus, I am nothing.

The full moon shone brightly in the dark night sky. I looked up at it, admiring it. I am the Goddess of the Moon as well, but after my self-exile, I had allowed Selene, the original moon deity, to take over my duties. And she seems to be doing a good job.

But the more I stared at it, the more it made me remember home. It was true, I missed it sometimes. I missed my half-sisters, Athena and Persephone, and my half-brothers, Hermes and Dionysus, even though the latter really gets on my nerves often. I too missed kind Hestia, the joking Poseidon and maybe even hardworking Hephaestus, who made me new silver arrows for my equally silver bow.

But most importantly, I missed Apollo, my younger twin brother, and my mother, Leto.

How I wish I could just go back and be with them. To make the loneliness I felt inside disappear.

But it is not so easy, thanks to the rest of the council who I did not wish to see.

Ares, for his crude behaviour and his attempts to make me one of his consorts. I am a sacred virgin, for goodness sake! I also hated how he thinks my hunting style is weak and pathetic. I don't care. It's my way of hunting. It's unique. And at least I wasn't some mad, bloodthirsty, war-raging mogul.

Aphrodite, for mocking me for being a maiden and telling me that I'll never know true love. I do not need to go around and bed every handsome man I see to know love. The love that was enough for me was the love of the ones I cared for. I doubt she even has any idea about true love. She may as well just be the Goddess of Lust.

Hera, who uses every opportunity to harshly insult me. She made fun of me for not being feminine and not obeying the 'womanly' rule of wearing long chitons which covers our legs. She had even dared to address me as a feral child. I remember all the times that she has physically struck me. Countless times I have tried to fight back, only to be stopped before I could even move an inch closer to her.

And not forgetting, my father, Zeus. For bedding numerous women and bearing even more half-breed children. For making Hera detest me, my brother and my mother. And most importantly, for not being there for me as a father. Never once had he done that.

I hated them. I hated them so much that it frightened me.

I leapt from my sitting position and made a dash to the waters of the river. I fell to my knees on the edge of the river banks and scooped up some of the spring water to splash it on my face.

I wanted to wash away all those bad memories of home. I felt as though I want to drown in the river because I can't stand to remember it. But of course, it would be impossible. I cannot die, for I am a goddess.

A goddess who has yet to make her identity known.