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Apollo for all intensive purposes had been having a pretty normal morning, he had groomed his horses, composed some new songs and had helped to set up a new hospital. Everything was going good till Artemis’ voice yelled in his head.
‘Apollo get your ass over here; I need a favour.’
Hallelujah! Christmas had come early (was he meant to be celebrating Christmas as a Greek god in the first place? No, but come on it's an excuse to get presents and it's fun), his day was just getting better, his sister almost never asked for his help so when she did, he could hold this over her head for ages!
‘I need you to take my hunters and some other demigods to camp half-blood.’
Ok, now that was odd for a range of reasons. One: Artemis never trusted her hunters to anyone unless the situation was dire, like the giant war dire. Two: She was hanging out with other demigods, who weren’t her hunters. She usually let the women who didn’t want to join her go easily, men ended up as jackalopes for being in her vicinity, so why was she presumably helping them, by getting him to take them to camp? Three: Why did she want them to go to camp Half-blood? He got the other demigods he wasn't stupid (despite what some might claim) but while her hunters were allowed there, they normally stayed away because of quote ‘insufferable male harlots, who don’t understand no.’
‘Is everything alright?’ He asked, already just seconds away from where his sister’s group stood.
‘Yes, just a hunt I don’t want to take my hunters on is all.’ she replied. That’s a lie. He didn’t even need to be the god of truth to work that out. Artemis was much too nervous (she almost sounded scared) for that to be the case. But, he had arrived, and he was not going to embarrass himself by looking all emo and angsty (that was Thanatos and Hades jobs for Chaos’ sake!) by asking his sister why that would be.
He greeted the hunters the usual way (only a little bit of flirting) before turning to face the remaining demigods two boys and a girl (there was a male satyr but they barely counted) which confirmed his suspicions. There was a threat, two male demigods so close, basically in the hunter's camp was something not allowed ever, this meant something was really wrong. But Artemis hadn't called a council meeting... That meant it was properly something they (Zeus) would have disagreed with, like the titans that were definitely not rising (Because apparently visions from the oracles didn't matter anymore and apparently neither did Ares straight up admitting to chatting with Kronos).
As the sun chariot took off into the sky headed towards camp with his little half-sister shaking behind the wheel. He did the obvious thing, he split his essence and went to talk to Artemis because she was not acting anywhere close to normal. But she was gone when he reappeared. So, he called out to her.
‘Where did you go?'
No response.
'You were lying before, what are you hunting?’
He got no reply again.
He was really nervous now, his twin sister Artemis always answered him or explained that she wouldn’t answer for a bit. Never had she left him completely alone. Was he getting ghosted by his own sister?!?